Remiel listened to the votes being cast with an increasingly growing sense of confusion and shock. Did they not hear him? Did they not know that he, Remiel Remielingtonton, Head of the Ministry of Muggle Affairs and winner of Who's Who in Wizarding's "Most Handsome Wizard" contest five years running, was running for Minister of Magic? Completely nonplussed, he found, that perhaps for the first time in many months, that he was left bereft of speech.
"Well," he said at last, with barely concealed bad grace, when the votes were tallied and Josietta was named the new Minister, "Remiel wishes you all the best of luck. While I am sure that Josietta is a fine witch and will make an adequately capable Minister, should you all come to your senses and wish to address the Death Eater problem seriously, you all know where to find me. "
He drew himself up, intending to sweep haughtily from the room; unfortunately, this was not helped when the edge of his robe became entangled with the leg of his chair, and he tripped, sprawling, to the floor. Barely a second had passed, however, before he jumped back up, straightening his vest and tie, and smoothing out his trousers. With his chin held high, sniffing in affronted disdain, he crossed to the chamber doors and opened them.
Immediately the hall became a fracas of noise and activity as the reporters of various sundry publications, in addition to Remiel's groupies, noticed his reappearance. His expression transformed in an instant, going from bad-tempered to all sunny smiles. "Yes, my friends, the Ministry has decided to take action. While I, obviously, was the natural candidate for the Minister of Magic position, it was decided that a wizard of my experience and, let's face it, charm, should be more involved in a more practical, hands-on approach. I shall personally launch an investigation into..."
With that, the doors closed behind him, thankfully muting the hubbub.