Jonathan had nearly nodded off in his chair as the row of Ministry employees next to him stood up to ask their questions. In the front, the two candidates babbled and babbled as was the nature of politicians (in that area, at least, neither of them had an edge). There was murmuring from the benches surrounding the courtroom as the watching witches and wizards discussed the answers or, possibly, their breakfast.

Oh, and it was his turn now. He got up carefully and walked to the front. Jonathan was insanely pleased to see the discomfort on the two candidates' faces. That last question had really shaken them up. His own, even though it was rather trite in his opinion, was written down on a little piece of parchment, but they were eyeing it as if it were a proclamation from the gods. He flashed them a huge smile.

"Good afternoon Minister, Undersecretary." He nodded at them in turn. "One question from me for the two of you. If Miss Taylor could answer first?" He glanced at his card - he knew the question by heart, of course, but even so, those two weren't the only ones who were willing to give people a show. He looked up.

"How can we improve our methods of extraditing foreign convicts in a way that is more translatable to Allied Ministries around the world?"