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Charles Hollingberry EraAll historical records pertaining to Ministry of Magic RPG under Minister for Magic, Charles Hollingberry [IC March 2097 - present; OOC November 2018 - present]
Halfway into the Atrium, walls adorned with heavy ruffling tapestries that animate between the Sign of the Deathly Hallows and Gellert Grindelwald himself, gleaming in all its golden cold marble glory is the Fountain of Magical Brethrenfor the Greater Good. The large fountain depicts golden figures of a wizard, witch, centaur, goblin, and a house-elf with jets of water spouting out into the fountain below. The focal point of the fountain are the witch and wizard, the other beings looking up at the pair with adoration. The towering fountain, symbolizing the everlasting sovereignty of wizardingkind, depicts a colossal levitating hand above a rippling pool of water wielding a wand spouting Gubraithian Fire that nearly licks the ceiling and engraved on the base the Sign of the Deathly Hallows above the infamous words of Gellert Grindelwald: For the Greater Good. Gaze at the lovely fountain as you make your way to the other various locations within the Ministry.
Peacock blue ceiling with golden symbols moving over it, and polished dark wood floors, the Atrium serves to welcome all visitors to the British Ministry of Magic and is the place all Ministry workers must pass through to get to their respectable departments. If you look closely at the windows overlooking the atrium, you may catch a glimpse of Ministry employees, namely security, observing all those who pass through the atrium.
Not far from the Fountain of Magical Brethren for the Greater Good is a small stand that serves coffee and a danishes to workers too busy to stop and have a proper meal of approved blood status. The large room is incessantly full of busy employees, but only a few ever care to stop and chat you up; our wonderful Welcome Wizard who is there to assist the public, and the security workers watching out for the leery. You should hope to only ever be stopped by the former, else you may find yourself taking an unexpected trip to the security office. Every hour on the hour the voice of Minister for Magic, Charles Hollingberry, echoes through the Atrium reciting the mantra "We only want freedom. The freedom to be ourselves. For the greater good" in a firm but nurturing tone.
You may recall the carnage of flaming interdepartmental memos prior to the Ministry closing before the holidays, so you may be relieved to see that there are none this year now that the Ministry has reopened.
Though the truth of the matter is that there are no interdepartmental memos flying at all. None.
Despite efforts and expectations set forth by the Minister, the problem regarding these colorful paper airplanes could not be solved and all new attempt to charm any papers were fruitless. Only one, rather archaic, method proved to have any level of efficiency: owls.
Real hooting tooting owls
So while there may be no colorful paper airplanes in there air, there were plenty of white owl droppings and feathers scattered across the floors of the Ministry. Sometimes the droppings came with a bit of variation in them: black or black and white. Festive.
So watch your heads and mind where you step, dear Ministry personnel. It's looking like a messy year if the janitorial staff cannot keep up.
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First day back!
Fletcher had his nose buried in a wizarding newspaper as he walked in through the atrium, wearing a suit as usual and dodging other workers as he headed toward the lifts. The atrium seemed quieter than normal, as though he were missing the sound of something... and what was with the sudden outdoorsy smell in here, like hay and sunshine and sawdust and animals? Was he in a barn or some Creatures experiment or something???
Hmmmmm?
Fletcher did not pay the noise, or lack thereof, much heed as he didn't even look where he was going, and instead turned a page of the large paper as he kept walking. If he had looked up, he might have noticed all the owls flying overhead on their various errands. And if he had looked down, surely he would have spotted the droppings littering the floor. If he had done these things, he might not have stepped right into a white puddle of barn owl excrement, and then he might not have slid a few feet into some crunchy pellets, and then fallen over into a crumpled mess of feces and feathers, as he was doing now.
The Junior Undersecretary didn't immediately rise from his tumble, either. He remained quite stationary on the cold floor of the atrium, and was definitely covered in crap from head to toe, including the Daily Prophet which was now covering his face like a tent.
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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl
First day back!
Fletcher had his nose buried in a wizarding newspaper as he walked in through the atrium, wearing a suit as usual and dodging other workers as he headed toward the lifts. The atrium seemed quieter than normal, as though he were missing the sound of something... and what was with the sudden outdoorsy smell in here, like hay and sunshine and sawdust and animals? Was he in a barn or some Creatures experiment or something???
Hmmmmm?
Fletcher did not pay the noise, or lack thereof, much heed as he didn't even look where he was going, and instead turned a page of the large paper as he kept walking. If he had looked up, he might have noticed all the owls flying overhead on their various errands. And if he had looked down, surely he would have spotted the droppings littering the floor. If he had done these things, he might not have stepped right into a white puddle of barn owl excrement, and then he might not have slid a few feet into some crunchy pellets, and then fallen over into a crumpled mess of feces and feathers, as he was doing now.
The Junior Undersecretary didn't immediately rise from his tumble, either. He remained quite stationary on the cold floor of the atrium, and was definitely covered in crap from head to toe, including the Daily Prophet which was now covering his face like a tent.
Simon frowned as he stepped out of the security office to check things around the atrium. The charm he had cast to keep the smells at bay only extended as far as the four walls and buffet him as he entered the cavernous room proper. And the smell wasn’t the worst. He had told his team to try and help maintenance with the upkeep, but it didn’t seem to be helping. The owls had claimed the space as the Ministry version of the Owlery up at Hogwarts and left all sorts of surprises around for the careless worker to find.
Like the one whom Simon had just noticed his appearance in time to see the slip and fall into the latest mess on the stone floor.
Man down!
The security man quickly moved to assist, attempting to vanish as much…waste…as he could in his path. He winced as he took in the appearance of the fallen man whom he couldn’t recognize with the paper on his face. Simon gingerly leaned over to uncover the victim only to spot a vaguely familiar face that brought him up short. “Oh Merlin…,” he remarked before stashing the paper in his clean pocket and offering a hand. “Really should watch your step nowadays.”
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Originally Posted by Holmesian Feline
Simon frowned as he stepped out of the security office to check things around the atrium. The charm he had cast to keep the smells at bay only extended as far as the four walls and buffet him as he entered the cavernous room proper. And the smell wasn’t the worst. He had told his team to try and help maintenance with the upkeep, but it didn’t seem to be helping. The owls had claimed the space as the Ministry version of the Owlery up at Hogwarts and left all sorts of surprises around for the careless worker to find.
Like the one whom Simon had just noticed his appearance in time to see the slip and fall into the latest mess on the stone floor.
Man down!
The security man quickly moved to assist, attempting to vanish as much…waste…as he could in his path. He winced as he took in the appearance of the fallen man whom he couldn’t recognize with the paper on his face. Simon gingerly leaned over to uncover the victim only to spot a vaguely familiar face that brought him up short. “Oh Merlin…,” he remarked before stashing the paper in his clean pocket and offering a hand. “Really should watch your step nowadays.”
Fletcher had never been more humiliated in his life than this moment here; even that time when he was shrunk to baby size during the Triwizard Tournament had been far less embarrassing. At least then he'd been a competitor. Today he was just a helpless victim.
He let out a groan, mostly because he had been discovered by a younger, fitter worker, who was probably an auror or something by the look of him. But the groan also worked for that horrible pun he'd just heard. "Thanks," Fletcher replied, taking the hand and stiffly standing up. He didn't even want to look at himself but his eyes were determined to avoid making meaningful contact with the person who'd rescued him just now. "I feel like crap." And Merlin, he was covered in it.
So was he a dad now or what? He couldn't resist the puns, even as he felt like he'd been knocked against a brick wall by a depulso spell cast bu giants.
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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl
Fletcher had never been more humiliated in his life than this moment here; even that time when he was shrunk to baby size during the Triwizard Tournament had been far less embarrassing. At least then he'd been a competitor. Today he was just a helpless victim.
He let out a groan, mostly because he had been discovered by a younger, fitter worker, who was probably an auror or something by the look of him. But the groan also worked for that horrible pun he'd just heard. "Thanks," Fletcher replied, taking the hand and stiffly standing up. He didn't even want to look at himself but his eyes were determined to avoid making meaningful contact with the person who'd rescued him just now. "I feel like crap." And Merlin, he was covered in it.
So was he a dad now or what? He couldn't resist the puns, even as he felt like he'd been knocked against a brick wall by a depulso spell cast bu giants.
Simon was very grateful that as his hand was taken and he assisted his companion back up to his feet, that they didn’t both wind up in the gunk on the floor. And that there hadn’t been any on the slightly older man’s hands. “You’re welcome.” It wasn’t like he was going to let him just lay there and potentially struggle to get up on his own.
He had to fight the urge to groan at the pun. “Then, um, your inside matches your outside.” Because he had done a good job in getting himself covered in own excrement in his fall. And he wasn’t quite sure what to do to help, given the various spell options could each cause…awkward reactions. Certainly, didn’t want to vanish the man’s clothes in the process. A man he was still trying to place, especially given he took pride to keeping track of those who worked within the confines of his responsibility.
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Originally Posted by Holmesian Feline
Simon was very grateful that as his hand was taken and he assisted his companion back up to his feet, that they didn’t both wind up in the gunk on the floor. And that there hadn’t been any on the slightly older man’s hands. “You’re welcome.” It wasn’t like he was going to let him just lay there and potentially struggle to get up on his own.
He had to fight the urge to groan at the pun. “Then, um, your inside matches your outside.” Because he had done a good job in getting himself covered in own excrement in his fall. And he wasn’t quite sure what to do to help, given the various spell options could each cause…awkward reactions. Certainly, didn’t want to vanish the man’s clothes in the process. A man he was still trying to place, especially given he took pride to keeping track of those who worked within the confines of his responsibility.
Whose ID badge was currently covered.
At least the guy wasn't laughing at him. Fletcher could think of more than a few people who would have loved to get a photo of him covered in... well, owl poo, to put it politely.
"Har har," he replied, looking down at his nice suit. It HAD been a lovely khaki colour this morning, and was, it seemed, the perfect canvas. "Is it in my hair?!" Not his precious Glitterpuff hair that was insured for 10,000 galleons!!!!!!!!!
Fletcher was just going to have to go home and start this day over again. There was nothing else to it. "I didn't get to finish reading my paper," he mused, though it could probably come off as whining, "so I didn't see all the updates and things I missed over break." Naturally he'd left work at work, and had traveled somewhere warmer for the holidays. "But tell me, please, why are there bloody owls in the atrium?!"
NOW he made eye contact with the man, who was, at least, polite enough to entertain Fletcher for these few minutes. He imagined that he smelled even worse than he looked, so kudos to this familiar-looking guy for tolerating him.
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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl
At least the guy wasn't laughing at him. Fletcher could think of more than a few people who would have loved to get a photo of him covered in... well, owl poo, to put it politely.
"Har har," he replied, looking down at his nice suit. It HAD been a lovely khaki colour this morning, and was, it seemed, the perfect canvas. "Is it in my hair?!" Not his precious Glitterpuff hair that was insured for 10,000 galleons!!!!!!!!!
Fletcher was just going to have to go home and start this day over again. There was nothing else to it. "I didn't get to finish reading my paper," he mused, though it could probably come off as whining, "so I didn't see all the updates and things I missed over break." Naturally he'd left work at work, and had traveled somewhere warmer for the holidays. "But tell me, please, why are there bloody owls in the atrium?!"
NOW he made eye contact with the man, who was, at least, polite enough to entertain Fletcher for these few minutes. He imagined that he smelled even worse than he looked, so kudos to this familiar-looking guy for tolerating him.
Is it in my hair?!
Given there was owl poop all over the man’s suit and shoes and he’d been laying on the floor in it, there was a good likelihood of there being some in his hair. Not that it didn’t seem to be an odd thing to be concerned in the overall grand scheme of things. Nevertheless, Simon picked his way around him, careful to not step in anything in the process, to inspect the situation. “Well there is a little bit,” the security man confessed as he came around the other side. Small bit on the very back of his head.
Right…newspaper.
Simon retrieved the relatively untouched newspaper from his pocket to return to his companion. “The memo problem still hasn’t be fixed,” he remarked, figuring that he should at least have been aware of. “And since not everyone can cast patronus’ even non corporal ones, we seem to be stuck with owls. Which have turned the atrium into their owlery.” Except he couldn’t remember the one at Hogwarts being THIS bad.
Wait…Hogwarts…worrying about hair…and a better look at the man that was now meeting his gaze.
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Originally Posted by Holmesian Feline
Is it in my hair?!
Given there was owl poop all over the man’s suit and shoes and he’d been laying on the floor in it, there was a good likelihood of there being some in his hair. Not that it didn’t seem to be an odd thing to be concerned in the overall grand scheme of things. Nevertheless, Simon picked his way around him, careful to not step in anything in the process, to inspect the situation. “Well there is a little bit,” the security man confessed as he came around the other side. Small bit on the very back of his head.
Right…newspaper.
Simon retrieved the relatively untouched newspaper from his pocket to return to his companion. “The memo problem still hasn’t be fixed,” he remarked, figuring that he should at least have been aware of. “And since not everyone can cast patronus’ even non corporal ones, we seem to be stuck with owls. Which have turned the atrium into their owlery.” Except he couldn’t remember the one at Hogwarts being THIS bad.
Wait…Hogwarts…worrying about hair…and a better look at the man that was now meeting his gaze.
“Fletcher?”
Of course there was poo in his hair. Fletcher had just been lying prone on the floor of the owlery, essentially. He groaned again; he couldn't even run a hand through his hair to check it and that was one of his essential moves.
Fletcher sighed and accepted his newspaper back, glancing down at it in disappointment. "Yeah, my desk burned down from a flaming memo right before we closed.... I was hoping I'd come back to a new one..." but if the owl poo was any indication, it seemed like they'd just replaced one problem with another. So.
He looked up at his name? "Yes?" Was that a Fletcher of recognition or one of accusation, or...? His eyes searched the other man for a moment as he tried to place him. He wasn't sure why, but besides the Auror vibes, he was getting a strong sense of a Gryffindor presence... "Did we go to school together?"
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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl
Of course there was poo in his hair. Fletcher had just been lying prone on the floor of the owlery, essentially. He groaned again; he couldn't even run a hand through his hair to check it and that was one of his essential moves.
Fletcher sighed and accepted his newspaper back, glancing down at it in disappointment. "Yeah, my desk burned down from a flaming memo right before we closed.... I was hoping I'd come back to a new one..." but if the owl poo was any indication, it seemed like they'd just replaced one problem with another. So.
He looked up at his name? "Yes?" Was that a Fletcher of recognition or one of accusation, or...? His eyes searched the other man for a moment as he tried to place him. He wasn't sure why, but besides the Auror vibes, he was getting a strong sense of a Gryffindor presence... "Did we go to school together?"
Simon had a thought and padded his interior pockets in search of assistance, finally coming up with a handkerchief. The least he could do at the moment until his companion decided to take care of the entirety of his condition. As the other man broke off, he got the gist of the thoughts on which he was going. “Well maybe a new desk is easier to acquire and seemingly more important.” Maybe. One could only hope Simon supposed although it could be false hope in the end. The Ministry of Magic could be pretty unpredictable in a lot of matters.
Now that reaction confirmed he got the name right even before the older man confirmed it, and not because of his auror training. “I think so…” he answered, trying to pull up info on this particular Fletcher. “If you’re a certain Hufflepuff former Tri-Wizard winner. And then I’d have been…two years behind you,” the security man mused, adding “Gryffindor,” at the end in case Fletcher cared.
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Originally Posted by Holmesian Feline
Simon had a thought and padded his interior pockets in search of assistance, finally coming up with a handkerchief. The least he could do at the moment until his companion decided to take care of the entirety of his condition. As the other man broke off, he got the gist of the thoughts on which he was going. “Well maybe a new desk is easier to acquire and seemingly more important.” Maybe. One could only hope Simon supposed although it could be false hope in the end. The Ministry of Magic could be pretty unpredictable in a lot of matters.
Now that reaction confirmed he got the name right even before the older man confirmed it, and not because of his auror training. “I think so…” he answered, trying to pull up info on this particular Fletcher. “If you’re a certain Hufflepuff former Tri-Wizard winner. And then I’d have been…two years behind you,” the security man mused, adding “Gryffindor,” at the end in case Fletcher cared.
Ah, this guy was too nice, really. Fletcher accepted the proffered handkerchief with a muttered thank-you and a shake of his head. He wiped at his cheek but thankfully it didn't seem too dirty; maybe the newspaper had helped in this way. He instead worked on dusting off his hands and jacket. "Yeah, you'd think that would be a priority for the junior undersecretary, right?" Or maybe not, because he still didn't even have his own office yet.
Yes, that was this Fletcher. "I am the Champion, yes, yes," Fletcher waved the handkerchief like he was waving to his adoring fans. He couldn't resist grinning a little that anyone remembered him. "Gryffindor...." What Gryffindors did he know? He could hardly remember his school mates, besides Salander, who was a very busy man, and his ex-wife and some of her friends. But this guy didn't really look the type to hang out with, like, Evelyn...
"Give me a hint on your name, bud." Fletcher eyed him. "I mean, you're obviously in law enforcement...." It was a Gryffindor thing, right?
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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl
Ah, this guy was too nice, really. Fletcher accepted the proffered handkerchief with a muttered thank-you and a shake of his head. He wiped at his cheek but thankfully it didn't seem too dirty; maybe the newspaper had helped in this way. He instead worked on dusting off his hands and jacket. "Yeah, you'd think that would be a priority for the junior undersecretary, right?" Or maybe not, because he still didn't even have his own office yet.
Yes, that was this Fletcher. "I am the Champion, yes, yes," Fletcher waved the handkerchief like he was waving to his adoring fans. He couldn't resist grinning a little that anyone remembered him. "Gryffindor...." What Gryffindors did he know? He could hardly remember his school mates, besides Salander, who was a very busy man, and his ex-wife and some of her friends. But this guy didn't really look the type to hang out with, like, Evelyn...
"Give me a hint on your name, bud." Fletcher eyed him. "I mean, you're obviously in law enforcement...." It was a Gryffindor thing, right?
He simply nodded at the thanks. It wasn’t much but wasn’t just not offering any sort of help beyond the hand up. Simon fought the urge to chuckle at his, Fletcher’s, handkerchief waving. The recognition seemed to perk him up a bit from the downside of the day. Duncan Fletcher his mind filled in more and more, especially with the reference to the junior undersecretary position. But he always preferred the use of his last name the former Gryffindor remembered.
“Yeah I would think so.” Someone who would certainly need a desk with all the work of that department. Plus being the face of the minister before you got to the minister. Couldn’t have visitors think the wrong things.
Right. Here he was knowing the other man’s name now and he hadn’t been nice enough to return the favor. Yet. “Simon,” he answered at first before expanding on it. “Simon Bennett. And yes…I’m head of security.” The air of law enforcement first instilled in his auror training apparently still very much present after all these years. Though he tried to tone it down when he wasn’t at work.
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Originally Posted by Holmesian Feline
He simply nodded at the thanks. It wasn’t much but wasn’t just not offering any sort of help beyond the hand up. Simon fought the urge to chuckle at his, Fletcher’s, handkerchief waving. The recognition seemed to perk him up a bit from the downside of the day. Duncan Fletcher his mind filled in more and more, especially with the reference to the junior undersecretary position. But he always preferred the use of his last name the former Gryffindor remembered.
“Yeah I would think so.” Someone who would certainly need a desk with all the work of that department. Plus being the face of the minister before you got to the minister. Couldn’t have visitors think the wrong things.
Right. Here he was knowing the other man’s name now and he hadn’t been nice enough to return the favor. Yet. “Simon,” he answered at first before expanding on it. “Simon Bennett. And yes…I’m head of security.” The air of law enforcement first instilled in his auror training apparently still very much present after all these years. Though he tried to tone it down when he wasn’t at work.
So the Head of Security had just been doing his job when helping Fletcher. He nodded in appreciation again. "Well thanks, Simon, for keeping an eye on the atrium. I probably won't be the last victim of these owls." Fletcher scowled for a moment, reminding himself that he needed to come up with a better solution for the memos than bloody owls. But he'd have to deal with that later, as he really needed to go get this crap off him.
"Listen, Simon, I'd love to reminisce with you, but I'm late for a meeting with January, and I have to go home and get cleaned up first. If you see her, uh, will you let her know...?" Fletcher gestured toward his outfit and as if to say, you know. He thought about sending her a patronus, but he'd just pop home, get cleaned up, and pop back before anyone was any wiser.
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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl
So the Head of Security had just been doing his job when helping Fletcher. He nodded in appreciation again. "Well thanks, Simon, for keeping an eye on the atrium. I probably won't be the last victim of these owls." Fletcher scowled for a moment, reminding himself that he needed to come up with a better solution for the memos than bloody owls. But he'd have to deal with that later, as he really needed to go get this crap off him.
"Listen, Simon, I'd love to reminisce with you, but I'm late for a meeting with January, and I have to go home and get cleaned up first. If you see her, uh, will you let her know...?" Fletcher gestured toward his outfit and as if to say, you know. He thought about sending her a patronus, but he'd just pop home, get cleaned up, and pop back before anyone was any wiser.
Yep…just doing his job apparently. “You’re welcome,” Simon said before agreeing, “I’m sure you’ll be right about that.” He had to bite back a sigh at the thought. “Think we need to work a little harder on fixing the memos or getting a better idea than the owls.” Else things were only going to get worse. At least stinkier and messier.
“Right…of course.” The chit chat could be held for another time when he wasn’t covered with a mess. When Fletcher had cleaned up and Simon had worked on cleaning up the atrium a bit more. He’d really be working on getting Maintenance doing more…and maybe the Creatures Department. Owls did fall under that title. “I’ll certainly will,” he assured him with a nod. Hopefully the Senior Undersecretary had a better time getting into work herself this morning.
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Originally Posted by Holmesian Feline
Yep…just doing his job apparently. “You’re welcome,” Simon said before agreeing, “I’m sure you’ll be right about that.” He had to bite back a sigh at the thought. “Think we need to work a little harder on fixing the memos or getting a better idea than the owls.” Else things were only going to get worse. At least stinkier and messier.
“Right…of course.” The chit chat could be held for another time when he wasn’t covered with a mess. When Fletcher had cleaned up and Simon had worked on cleaning up the atrium a bit more. He’d really be working on getting Maintenance doing more…and maybe the Creatures Department. Owls did fall under that title. “I’ll certainly will,” he assured him with a nod. Hopefully the Senior Undersecretary had a better time getting into work herself this morning.
"I agree," Fletcher replied, nodding to what Simon was saying. "I'm going to get to work on it as soon as I get back." From getting rid of his ruined suit.
He sighed gave Simon a wave. "Well, thanks again for your help, Simon. I'll see you around." Fletcher turned to head out of the atrium, towards the area where everyone apparated in. Good thing he had a huge closet of nice suits, right? This one was disgusting.
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It had been approximately two years since Valentin had attempted to get a coffee from the cart here in the Minsitry’s Atrium. It seemed like bad luck came with every cup he got from this place, and yet, here he was, debating whether or not he wanted to try and get a cappichino. He really should just take the phone booth up and walk around the corner to the muggle coffee shop he had found not long after his battle with the giant spiders in Diagon Alley. And yes, that battle had been post-coffee collecting from this particular cart. But taking the phone booth up, just seemed like a LOT of work today. If there was one thing Valentin didn’t like to do? Put in extra effort when he really didn’t need to.
So here he stood, one hand tucked into his pocket. He was perhaps a little to close to the fountain, but a least nobody could really sneak u on him, unless they decided to wade through the water to get to him.
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It had been approximately two years since Valentin had attempted to get a coffee from the cart here in the Minsitry’s Atrium. It seemed like bad luck came with every cup he got from this place, and yet, here he was, debating whether or not he wanted to try and get a cappichino. He really should just take the phone booth up and walk around the corner to the muggle coffee shop he had found not long after his battle with the giant spiders in Diagon Alley. And yes, that battle had been post-coffee collecting from this particular cart. But taking the phone booth up, just seemed like a LOT of work today. If there was one thing Valentin didn’t like to do? Put in extra effort when he really didn’t need to.
So here he stood, one hand tucked into his pocket. He was perhaps a little to close to the fountain, but a least nobody could really sneak u on him, unless they decided to wade through the water to get to him.
Despite being on his rounds, keeping his eyes open was becoming an increasingly difficult task. He had very little sleep last night, a strange recurring nightmare he hasn't been able to shake. Ultimately, he had decided against trying to sleep again, knowing better than to trust himself to wake with his alarm. This, of course, meant that he made it to his security shift on time, but it also meant that he was a sleepwalking zombie.
Of course he knew he could grab himself a cup of coffee, it was in the most accessible place. Unfortunately, time was as difficult to find as a good night's sleep. Doing another round past the fountain, he looked down at his watch to notice that it was just about time for his five minute break. Excellent. He made his way over to the coffee cart. Though it wouldn't be able to diminish the dark circles underneath his eyes, hopefully it would give him enough energy to make it through the rest of his shift.
"Yyy.. Hello," he bowed his head slightly, offering the other man a slight smile. "Coffee is popular today?" He joked.
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Despite being on his rounds, keeping his eyes open was becoming an increasingly difficult task. He had very little sleep last night, a strange recurring nightmare he hasn't been able to shake. Ultimately, he had decided against trying to sleep again, knowing better than to trust himself to wake with his alarm. This, of course, meant that he made it to his security shift on time, but it also meant that he was a sleepwalking zombie.
Of course he knew he could grab himself a cup of coffee, it was in the most accessible place. Unfortunately, time was as difficult to find as a good night's sleep. Doing another round past the fountain, he looked down at his watch to notice that it was just about time for his five minute break. Excellent. He made his way over to the coffee cart. Though it wouldn't be able to diminish the dark circles underneath his eyes, hopefully it would give him enough energy to make it through the rest of his shift.
"Yyy.. Hello," he bowed his head slightly, offering the other man a slight smile. "Coffee is popular today?" He joked.
Nobody could sneak up on him from behind, but he had, somehow forgotten that someone could approach him from the left or right. He blamed a lack of quality caffeine for his error. If this man was going to drag him on some damned foolish creature battling crusade again, he was done. Yes. Valentin was out. He would be putting his letter of recall on Phora’s desk by the end of the day and he’d deal with the consequences from his own government (and Alba) after he returned home to Paris. Luckily for Valentin, this man merely seemed to want coffee.
Well, someone had a late night. Valentin thought as he took in the appearance of the man standing next to him. He seemed way too young to have developed bags such as those under his eyes to have a baby at home keeping him up. It was no wonder the man had joined him near the cart. ”Oui,” the Frenchman agreed. ”Eet often ees.” Which also made him wonder if he was the only person in London who had the same experiences with this particular coffee cart. He glanced between the cart and the gentleman, wondering if he should let the young man go first. Or maybe…
”What shall you 'ave?” he asked taking a step forward. Perhaps buying someone else coffee (along with his) would break his string of bad luck.
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Originally Posted by Krel Ansell
Nobody could sneak up on him from behind, but he had, somehow forgotten that someone could approach him from the left or right. He blamed a lack of quality caffeine for his error. If this man was going to drag him on some damned foolish creature battling crusade again, he was done. Yes. Valentin was out. He would be putting his letter of recall on Phora’s desk by the end of the day and he’d deal with the consequences from his own government (and Alba) after he returned home to Paris. Luckily for Valentin, this man merely seemed to want coffee.
Well, someone had a late night. Valentin thought as he took in the appearance of the man standing next to him. He seemed way too young to have developed bags such as those under his eyes to have a baby at home keeping him up. It was no wonder the man had joined him near the cart. ”Oui,” the Frenchman agreed. ”Eet often ees.” Which also made him wonder if he was the only person in London who had the same experiences with this particular coffee cart. He glanced between the cart and the gentleman, wondering if he should let the young man go first. Or maybe…
”What shall you 'ave?” he asked taking a step forward. Perhaps buying someone else coffee (along with his) would break his string of bad luck.
In any case, Tomasz was not trying to sneak. He was far too sleep deprived to even consider doing so (not that he would have a need). As it was, the only thing on his mind was getting some caffeine into his system. Something to make the hours of his shift go by at a faster pace. Rubbing his eyes, and hoping that his supervisors were nowhere to be present, he looked at the cart and considered his options.
"Yes. I have noticed that also," he nodded in agreement. Tomasz had never bothered to grab a cup for himself, but he had noticed the line on occasion. Talking was helping to keep him awake, just as much as the coffee likely would. "Yyy... I am not sure what is good. Have you tried the coffee before?" He seemed like he knew what he was doing far better than Tomasz did. It was worth a shot. He always found it difficult to be the first to step into an unfamiliar situation. Ordering coffee counted as one of those.
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Originally Posted by ArianaBlack
In any case, Tomasz was not trying to sneak. He was far too sleep deprived to even consider doing so (not that he would have a need). As it was, the only thing on his mind was getting some caffeine into his system. Something to make the hours of his shift go by at a faster pace. Rubbing his eyes, and hoping that his supervisors were nowhere to be present, he looked at the cart and considered his options.
"Yes. I have noticed that also," he nodded in agreement. Tomasz had never bothered to grab a cup for himself, but he had noticed the line on occasion. Talking was helping to keep him awake, just as much as the coffee likely would. "Yyy... I am not sure what is good. Have you tried the coffee before?" He seemed like he knew what he was doing far better than Tomasz did. It was worth a shot. He always found it difficult to be the first to step into an unfamiliar situation. Ordering coffee counted as one of those.
”Oui,” he replied in a manner that might have sounded short. ”Eet eez bettair than most café een ze buildeng.” Which wasn’t saying much in Valentin’s opinion, especially since the coffee from this particular cart usually came with a side of unsolicited adventure and extra dry cleaning bills. He turned to observe the younger man standing next to him. Dark circles under his eyes aside, the man was half-way decent looking; it was hard for Valentin to get past the bags under his eyes. Perhaps, the man could use a day off? Not that Valentin was in any position to make that happen. Besides, he expected that with all the Roller business and the graffiti reports, the Ministry was keeping Law Enforcement busy. Valentin’s brown eyes took in the young man’s badge on his lapel. Good, at least the Ministry wasn’t skimping on Security in the busiest part of the Ministry.
"Ai sugges,” he offered, assuming from the young man’s questions that he wasn’t a big coffee drinker. ”A Café moka (mocha).” Pause. ” You like choculate oui?” Because who didn’t like chocolate. As for him? He’d stick with his cappuccino. ”Come.” He stepped forward, motioning for the young man to follow, and then quickly ordered and paid for the two drinks before he could be told no. Perhaps this would be the day that his unlucky coffee curse would be broken.
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”Oui,” he replied in a manner that might have sounded short. ”Eet eez bettair than most café een ze buildeng.” Which wasn’t saying much in Valentin’s opinion, especially since the coffee from this particular cart usually came with a side of unsolicited adventure and extra dry cleaning bills. He turned to observe the younger man standing next to him. Dark circles under his eyes aside, the man was half-way decent looking; it was hard for Valentin to get past the bags under his eyes. Perhaps, the man could use a day off? Not that Valentin was in any position to make that happen. Besides, he expected that with all the Roller business and the graffiti reports, the Ministry was keeping Law Enforcement busy. Valentin’s brown eyes took in the young man’s badge on his lapel. Good, at least the Ministry wasn’t skimping on Security in the busiest part of the Ministry.
"Ai sugges,” he offered, assuming from the young man’s questions that he wasn’t a big coffee drinker. ”A Café moka (mocha).” Pause. ” You like choculate oui?” Because who didn’t like chocolate. As for him? He’d stick with his cappuccino. ”Come.” He stepped forward, motioning for the young man to follow, and then quickly ordered and paid for the two drinks before he could be told no. Perhaps this would be the day that his unlucky coffee curse would be broken.
If the reply was meant to be short, Tomasz did not realize. He was not so good at picking up on these cues on any normal day, but especially without a proper night's sleep he was not at his 100% best. "This is good. I do not usually drink coffee," he admitted with an embarrassed sort of laugh that he hoped would help him feel less awkward. He wouldn't have known the difference between a terrible brew and one of the best. He still felt slightly awkward as the man looked down at Tomasz's uniform. But he hoped that it wasn't apparent in his demeanor.
"Yyy... sure," he nodded. Chocolate was never his first choice, but he did not mind it so much. Especially if it was recommended. Being a little slower than usual, he did not entirely catch what was happening before him until the coffees were already ordered and paid for. Errr... He rubbed the back of his neck, looking around the Atrium. This was.... Tomasz reached into his pockets to pull out his wallet anyway. He couldn't let someone pay for him. He would feel too indebted. Clumsily, he began searching through the bills to find the right one.
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If the reply was meant to be short, Tomasz did not realize. He was not so good at picking up on these cues on any normal day, but especially without a proper night's sleep he was not at his 100% best. "This is good. I do not usually drink coffee," he admitted with an embarrassed sort of laugh that he hoped would help him feel less awkward. He wouldn't have known the difference between a terrible brew and one of the best. He still felt slightly awkward as the man looked down at Tomasz's uniform. But he hoped that it wasn't apparent in his demeanor.
"Yyy... sure," he nodded. Chocolate was never his first choice, but he did not mind it so much. Especially if it was recommended. Being a little slower than usual, he did not entirely catch what was happening before him until the coffees were already ordered and paid for. Errr... He rubbed the back of his neck, looking around the Atrium. This was.... Tomasz reached into his pockets to pull out his wallet anyway. He couldn't let someone pay for him. He would feel too indebted. Clumsily, he began searching through the bills to find the right one.
”Ai couldn’t tell,” he said sarcastically. Didn’t usually drink coffee? Ha, He wasn’t at all surprised. Hence the suggested mocha. Michael used to call the drink the gateway coffee drink. Michael also would have told him to be nice and he suddenly felt a little guilty because of his sarcasm. More so, he felt a small pain in his gut at the thought of Michael. It was something he did less and less. Amazing how easy it became to forget someone who was once so important to you. Catching his reelection on the silver napkin bin, Valentin realized he was frowning and quickly forced himself to stop. Thankfully, just then the drinks came up and he handed the young man the mocha and then took his own. He was sipping his when he realized that the man was trying to pay him back for the drinks. He waved a hand at him. ”Considair eet a thank you. I’m sure you are warking long hours wiv evairything going on.” Certainly that was the reason for the dark circles under the man’s eyes? Hopefully the coffee would help. And believe it or not, Valentin did appreciate people who did work he himself didn’t or wouldn’t want to do. Also, there was the fact that he had ordered it without really waiting for the man’s consent. If he didn’t like it, well, then, the man hadn’t wasted his money on someone else’s suggestion.
”Do you always wark een lé atrium?” he asked. And then to reinforce his insistence the man keep his money, Valentin he stepped off to the side under the presence of moving out of the way so that others could order and retrieve their drinks. He still uncertain if he should attempt to drink his cappuccino or wait to see if his string of bad luck would continue. The bad luck seemed contacted to the coffee, more than to the location he drank it. So he merely stood there, mentally debating the pros and cons of actually imbibing the drink.
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”Ai couldn’t tell,” he said sarcastically. Didn’t usually drink coffee? Ha, He wasn’t at all surprised. Hence the suggested mocha. Michael used to call the drink the gateway coffee drink. Michael also would have told him to be nice and he suddenly felt a little guilty because of his sarcasm. More so, he felt a small pain in his gut at the thought of Michael. It was something he did less and less. Amazing how easy it became to forget someone who was once so important to you. Catching his reelection on the silver napkin bin, Valentin realized he was frowning and quickly forced himself to stop. Thankfully, just then the drinks came up and he handed the young man the mocha and then took his own. He was sipping his when he realized that the man was trying to pay him back for the drinks. He waved a hand at him. ”Considair eet a thank you. I’m sure you are warking long hours wiv evairything going on.” Certainly that was the reason for the dark circles under the man’s eyes? Hopefully the coffee would help. And believe it or not, Valentin did appreciate people who did work he himself didn’t or wouldn’t want to do. Also, there was the fact that he had ordered it without really waiting for the man’s consent. If he didn’t like it, well, then, the man hadn’t wasted his money on someone else’s suggestion.
”Do you always wark een lé atrium?” he asked. And then to reinforce his insistence the man keep his money, Valentin he stepped off to the side under the presence of moving out of the way so that others could order and retrieve their drinks. He still uncertain if he should attempt to drink his cappuccino or wait to see if his string of bad luck would continue. The bad luck seemed contacted to the coffee, more than to the location he drank it. So he merely stood there, mentally debating the pros and cons of actually imbibing the drink.
Tomasz laughed though he did not pick up on the sarcasm. This was also a struggle not particular to a day without sleep. He struggled as he attempted to focus all physical coordination efforts on the balancing act that was holding coffee cup and rummaging through wallet. It did not help that he kept forgetting how much it had cost. There were too many moving parts and he did not have mental capacity at the moment. "Yy," he looked up, a little embarrassed. "That is very kind of you. You are generous. Thank you." He bowed his head, feeling some sort of way about accepting the coffee, but thinking it too rude to insist now. He looked down at the cup, the smell of chocolate was very strong.
"Yyy... Not always," he shook his head. "Sometimes I am on other levels. Sometimes I am in the city." Being stationed near Diagon Alley was the most enjoyable. Being outside, getting fresh air. He liked those shifts the most. The atrium was also nice. He could see many people. Getting his fix of conversation was lucky. "Where are you working?" He asked, feeling too guilty to excuse himself now that the man had paid for his drink.
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Tomasz laughed though he did not pick up on the sarcasm. This was also a struggle not particular to a day without sleep. He struggled as he attempted to focus all physical coordination efforts on the balancing act that was holding coffee cup and rummaging through wallet. It did not help that he kept forgetting how much it had cost. There were too many moving parts and he did not have mental capacity at the moment. "Yy," he looked up, a little embarrassed. "That is very kind of you. You are generous. Thank you." He bowed his head, feeling some sort of way about accepting the coffee, but thinking it too rude to insist now. He looked down at the cup, the smell of chocolate was very strong.
"Yyy... Not always," he shook his head. "Sometimes I am on other levels. Sometimes I am in the city." Being stationed near Diagon Alley was the most enjoyable. Being outside, getting fresh air. He liked those shifts the most. The atrium was also nice. He could see many people. Getting his fix of conversation was lucky. "Where are you working?" He asked, feeling too guilty to excuse himself now that the man had paid for his drink.
If a free cup of coffee was generous, well, then Valentin was a saint. The idea, made him chortle. The man didn’t often treat others to things nor was he often even nice to other people…unless that someone was Alba. And speaking of, he hadn’t seen her in a while. He should really go pop into Level 1 to see if she was available for dinner sometime this week. ”Hmm?” he asked. Oh work…what did Valentin do around here? Snort. Didn’t his accent give him away? No, probably not. He’d come across a lot of international wizards working for the British Ministry lately. ” Diplomat en residance for Ministère des Affaires Magiques de la France.” Pause. ” Level five,” he added just in case his answer wasn’t clear.
” Ah, ant what do you do when you are stashe-oned en le citay?” If he was one of the law enforcement peoples that looked into the black market, the man might be a valuable contact for the next time he had to worry about illegal exports of Wood Nymphs. It tended to happen closer to the winter holidays as people liked to use them for decorations, but sometimes, people thought they made interesting pets. They didn’t. In fact, most people didn’t realize they were quite like bowtruckles and preferred to be left alone to guard their habitats.
Another day, another fountain. Unlike the angry fount in Diagon Alley, the golden wizard, witch, centaur, goblin, and a house-elf seem much improved by their new outfits. In addition to handsome curly mustaches now arching above each figure's mouth, the four figures are also now sporting a certain slogan across painted each of their midsections, as though they have been dressed in a new, hip, graphic tee:
Where did this graffiti come from? Who put it there? And when? The figures adoring each other did not look like this yesterday; in fact, they didn't even look like this earlier today. The centaur, goblin, and house-elf are still looking up at the wizard, as is the witch, but all seem to be wearing despair on their faces rather than expressions of adoration...
Someone should surely scrub this off before the Minister sees.
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Whoever that someone was, it wasn't going to be Kodee Chosen.
Nope.
He was on his lunch break and had already gotten Fletcher HIS lunch even though he'd been fired from the only part of his job he was starting to like. Know what that meant? This grown no longer kid was officially on break and not responsible for fixing any problems that went wrong in the ministry. Besides, how cool was THIS?
Kodee stood before the fountain, admiring the handiwork of...er....whoever. Lots must've changed while he'd been out of commission at stuck at Mungo's. Now they were allowing freeform art all over the ministry and he couldn't remember seeing the memo that spoke about this. Maybe he'd ask the bossman when he got back to Level 1. The former Gryffindor would take a picture for the man but he didn't have anything on him.
Still.
"...Whoa."
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