Simon closed his eyes and started to take several deep breaths in. Inhale. And exhale. Inhaaaale and exhaaale. He tried his hard to picture the kind of man the Minister would be. He imagined that the Minister would've been someone in their late fifties who had started greying ever so slightly. His Minister would be awesome. He'd be cunning and very savvy when it came to dealing with people. As the minister, he'd also have to be very serious and play by the rules.. Well... seem to play by the rules. On a side note, Simon would have to lower his voice for the role.. He got the sudden urge to yawn.. Oh no! This time when he inhaled, his exhale turned into a yawn. He couldn't resist it. All of a sudden, he heard a voice in his head. Can't fall asleep on the job, man! You're the Ministry of Magic! Have to stay awake. You have awards to give out. Pull yourself together, man! he told himself as he took another breath in.

Anyway. Refocusing now...

The Minister must've been very grateful to the Toke's for protecting the muggles from the dragon. No one had lost their lives and they had managed to fix the memories of the majority of muggles that had been present at the beach.

He straightened his posture, readying himself for the next exercise.