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Professor King entered the great hall for some breakfast and took a seat at the Professor's table. On his plate he put a few breakfast sausages, some French toast, and a generous amount of maple syrup. Half way through his meal Nike, his owl, swooped down, dropped a rolled up news paper and a single letter before flying back up and out of the great hall once again. Putting down his utensils he decided it would be best to read The Daily Prophet first, as Nike only delivered one to him when major ministry news was in it. He looked at the front page and his brow furrowed. He was the front page. He and the minister that is; but he being front page centre. The article of the title was not endearing at all and the contents even less so. He had failed his first and only assignment thus far as an Auror, he had been told by his superiors it would be highly unlikely he would go unnoticed for even a year, but he had expected otherwise, he had expected to never be discovered. He gulped, the turned to the letter, the cursive hand on it read, 'From the desk of the Minister for Magic.' he frowned even more so at this. What was he going to do? What would the minister say? Would he force him to leave the school? He couldn't, could he? He was the Minister of Magic. No. Professor King wouldn't leave the school now even on a direct order from the Minister. He decided the letter would be best to read later, so he tucked it away in the newspaper and turned back to his breakfast all the while wondering what his colleagues would think of him now and even more so, how his students could possibly view him.