Fudged - Cornelius Fudge

A short, pompous looking man stood in his office, spinning a lime green bowler hat nervously.

Cornelius had been horrified at the idea of You-Know-Who returning back from the dead and had hastily declared the whole event after the third task preposterous. Now, he wasn't so sure.

If he went running back to Dumbledore now, after a week of the other Ministry officials claiming the old man was senile, he would welcome his support, yet try to interfere in the Ministry's ongoings. If he had just agreed back then, it would've been a different story. If the Minister did back down from his stance of ignoring Voldemort's return, Lucius would take back his support - political and financial. That would surely ruin his chances of being re-elected.

If, if, if. It was always that same damned word. It wouldn't do him any good to ponder upon mere wishes now.

He would gain Lucius Malfoy's continued aid by living in ignorance of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's rebirth, but he would risk Dumbledore's retaliation in that case. Since he was the only one feared by the Dark Lord, that again wouldn't be very wise.

It was damned if you did, damned if you didn't.

WC 200

Challenges:

Assignment #9: Arts and Crafts 101: Task 5 Sticker-Write about someone feeling stuck.