Unforgivably Cursed | adultescent Still somewhat on the fence about exactly for whom to vote, Donovan sat quietly in his seat at the center of the courtrooms, listening intently to the answers of the two candidates and patiently waiting his turn to ask his own question. He raised an inquisitive eyebrow at the Minister’s answer to the first question. We are British? Donovan was most certainly not. Was the Minister really unaware that people of other nationalities worked in his Ministry? Possibly, and that could be understandable given the vast number of employees, but Donovan still could not help but feel that his answer was a bit pompous and undiplomatic – not to mention vague. Frowning slightly, he turned to listen to Ms. Taylor’s answer. Although her answer seemed somewhat more concise, he was not about to make up his mind so soon, and certainly not on the response of one question.
After both candidates responded to the next query, he glanced up at the empty spot behind the podium. Oh, right, his turn. Quickly, Donovan got up from his seat and casually made his way to the center of the room to address both candidates. “Good day, Minister Cooper, Ms. Taylor,” he addressed them both with a nod to each of them. “My question will first be addressed to Minister Cooper, then once he has finished answering, Ms. Taylor, if you would respond as well.” He cleared his throat once before proceeding. “What are some ideas that you have to encourage travel and visitation to Britain and its Ministry as opposed to other countries in the world? Also, what are some methods that could be used to entice people to move here permanently?” As an American citizen permanently residing in Britain, Donovan was eager to hear the ideas of both candidates and still being undecided, their views on foreign diplomacy could very well sway his vote in one direction or the other. He looked expectantly first at the Minister in anticipation of his response.
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