Josie looked around her. The Prewetts lived in a big house. She had not been here before. She was not sure how much looking around would be rude. Today she was going to interview Ignatius Prewett. Mr Prewett wanted to be Minister. The Wizengamot had nominated him and Mr Glass and Mrs Storm. Mrs Storm had decided she did not want to be minister so that left Mr Prewett and Mr Glass. She interviewed Mr Glass yesterday evening. She had a lot of writing up to do once she left here.
"Thank you for agreeing to an interview." Josie said to Mr Prewett. "How does it feel to be nominated?"

Ignatius had led the young journalist through several rooms to the drawing room.  It was probably the least grand of the rooms they had walked through and certainly the most comfortable for an interview.

Seated across from her on sofas that faced eachother, he considered his answer.  He certainly hadn't expected the nomination and had it required input from him, he probably wouldn't have been nominated.  But his peers in the Wizengamot had decided to put his name forward.  No doubt encouraged to by his son.

"Honored.  To be considered worthy of Minister by at least seven other members of the Wizengamot is certainly a feat and it wasn't something I ever aspired to."

He leaned forward and pulled his wand from his robe, "Would you like something to drink, Ms. Flint?"  He tapped his wand on a side table and a tea set appeared and started pouring a cup of tea for him, waiting for Josie's response before pouring another for her.

Josie smiled. "Yes please. Tea is lovely. Thank you." She fidgeted on her seat. This was a nicer room. It was not as grand as the other ones. Mr Prewett had lots of money. "So you do not want to be Minister?" She asked. Or was he just being humble?