You didn't tell me you were going to kill it!!!
=) i didn't know you could write that much about a hat. impressive. but i must say i rather liked fudge's hat
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Ooh, I love the insight we have into Scrimgeour’s character here, and the battle blazing inside him about a hat, of all things, is somewhat funny.
Rufus Scrimgeour sat down in the large, luxurious, leather chair. - this sentence struck me immediately. The list of three and alliteration. To me, that emphasises his power. I’m not entirely sure why, but it does. In fact, you kept up the description the whole way through, and usually I like a balance between dialogue and imagery, but this didn’t bore me at all. You kept my attention the whole way through.
Scrimgeour was unable tear his eyes away from it. - ‘to tear’.
The years hat not been kind to the old lime bowler. - LOL. I love the typo there. I think you mean ‘had not’.
When he had gone the Triwizard Tournament and represented the entire Ministry, he had worn that hat. - ‘gone to the’.
He reached out a pale hand and snatched the hat back out of the brim. - ‘out of the bin’?
Cornelius Fudge stared right back at him. - I love the way that Scrimgeour is terrified, almost, of becoming another Fudge. I think that is what interested me most about this piece. Scrimgeour seems to be trying to convince himself that he will be a powerful Minister of Magic, and he won’t mess up like Fudge did. Of course, we know that in a way they are both as bad as each other.
The description surrounding the hat was lovely, as it really symbolised what Fudge’s time in the office was like. The wording was perfect.
He, Rufus Scrimgeour, was the Minister of Magic. - this last line is very definite, which makes it more powerful. It’s very final, and was a great endnote.
Good work. x
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