The walls are painted a sparkling white, and portraits of various landscapes and far away places adorn the walls. Beautifully lit wall sconces line the corridor, giving the place a bright, welcoming look. Come and say hello the the Minister or Senior Undersecretary or just enjoy the view while you chat with friends.

OOC: All Ministry of Magic employees, regardless of their assigned department, are welcome to create their own roleplay in this thread.

Harley stumbled out of the elevator after it brought her and Persephone to the First floor. "I hate elevators," muttered Harley, the claustrophobia wearing off. She turned to the main corridor and walked towards it from the lobby of the elevtors. She glanced about curiously and leaned on the doorway between the lobby and the corridor. "Never thought I'd make it up here...except if I did something horribly wrong." She glanced over at Persephone. "So...what now? Where do you think we're going to find D'Isigny?"

Persephone stepped out after Harley. She had never been to the first floor, so she took stock of her surroundings. It was very familiar, decorated in the same manner as her floor. "This is unexpected," she replied. She checked her pocket and pulled out a small identification badge.

"D'Isigny will probably be in the Minister's office. We should probably go in." she stated. She was feeling slightly nervous. She and her partner were heading into a very important part of the Ministry. "We're security detail," she mumbled, pumping herself up for this mission. Then she casually strolled into the Minister's office.

Harley pulled out her badge and hid it away in her coat pocket and pulled out her identification badge. "I feel very official," she joked. "This should be fun." She nodded slightly as Persephone spoke and casually walked behind Persephone towards the minister's office.

"EVANDER BOLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" was the name rolling incessantly off the very thick, but oh so very busy and important tongue Lord Berty Borr. He knew the so-called "Department Head" had an office located somewhere under him and had been stomping the floor in attempt to get his attention. No doubt the whipper snapper was lallygagging about eating cheese curls and neglecting his duties.

NEGLECTING THE NEEDS OF THE JUNIOR UNDERSECRETARY.


Lord Borr would be docking Mr. MLE's salary for wasting his time.



"I'll ENFORCE the LAW ON YOU!" Lord Borr announced, loudly banging his cane against the floor. Was it asking too much for a little service and obedience? WAS IT???

Someone had come and banged on his door and told Van quite breathlessly that there was a fat, disgusting, sweaty giant of a man yelling for him on level one. Evander immediately figured out who they meant and immediately.... stalled.

If the newly appointed Junior Undersecretary couldn't be bothered and didn't have the sense to either come see him or send a memo or a messenger, then Evander couldn't be bothered rushing. What kind of idiot just stood around stomping and yelling and sweating profusely like that anyway?

He did eventually make his way to the first floor and he wasn't ensure that 'giant' was the right term. Borr was grossly obese sure, but Evander towered over him, managing to make Borr look short and squat and rounder in comparison.

"I have been told you wanted my attention." Van managed, not bothering to hide his expression which mixed disgust and suspicion in equal measure. He had not time for nonsense, not with the bloody government collapsing around his ears.

"You have been TOLD??" The Lord of the Ministry asked upwardly. TOLD? "Are you hard of hearing? I have been calling for your attention for FAR TOO LONG." His cane waved wildly overhead."So long, in fact, you have put me OFF my schedule. I HATE being off my SCHEDULE. I'm MUCH TOO BUSY." AND IMPORTANT, but that probably went without saying by this point.

"I think I'll add mandatory hearing checks to the MLE Department's requirements," he added, almost managing to appear thoughtful through beading and rolling sweat that soaked his face. "As a person that is to be PROTECTING ME and the GOOD people of this Ministry, I expect BETTER BOLE. Better." BEST, EVEN. Lord Borr would have the BEST.

"I won't have a lack of attention at the Event."

"The Department of Magical Law Enforcement is sound proofed and hearing checks ARE mandatory for all employees of MLE, including myself." Thankfully. Van answered with a straight face though he really wanted to laugh. In disgust. Really. THIS was the new Junior Undersecretary? Besides the fact that there was nothing 'junior' about the old greaseball, it smelled of cult to him.

"Of course the event will be secure." Not that they could protect against the dangerous insiders, and people like this Borr character. "My employees are the best and of course they themselves will be thoroughly checked and assessed before the Event commences."

Idiot. What, did he think that Van spent all his time lollygagging about?

... or you know, yelling and shouting like a child?

Mentally deficit this one.

Lord Borr raised his cane in what was an obvious THREAT to the young, but giant man. "It's also MANDATORY for you to COME when I CALL. You've wasted my time and I HAVE SO LITTLE!" The beady eyes of Borr turned to slits.


He had his OWN suspicions about this one.



"What are you talking about? YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW THE EVENT! Stop acting like a know-it-all. I do NOT find that trait useful, tasteful, or appealing in a subordinate."


From his person, Lord Borr produced a small stack of posters from his jacket and handed them to Bole. "I won't have a single snag in security, not a single one. DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR? My nephew will also be in attendance and his safety should be above ALL OTHERS."

Evander narrowed his eyes and stood firm, almost menacing on the balls of his feet "I answer only to the Minister of Magic. As Department Head of Magical Law Enforcement I have seniority over you, Borr," Not that Van tended to throw his weight around but this man was a joke and testing his patience, "and your posturing does nothing to impress me." He looked down at the creature ominously.

Evander didn't even bother to look at, let along take the posters.

"You don't fool me, Borr. Your appointment is a sham. There is something more afoot here and while I don't really like having to jump through hoops for your kind, its my job and you will find that security for the Event has already been arranged, with the Minister of Magic of primary concern above all others." He glared, already royally brassed off at being interrupted when there was currently an investigation with people's lives at stake, and not particularly caring that whatever this was probably would get back to Gevrik and D'Isigny. "If you want a full security compliment you'll treat me and my staff with respect, or you'll get none in return and not an ounce of cooperation from even the greenest patrol officer."

He paused, still glaring. Something close to steam could have been coming out of his nostrils about then, Evander Bole was that on edge.

"And stop brandishing that damned twig at me before I snap it, and your spine over my knee. Stop wasting my time and get out of my way, you're blocking the corridor."

Lord Borr GUFFAWED. Spit flew across the corridor and sprinkled the front of this SO CALLED SUPERIOR'S robes. "Funny!"

BAHAHAHAHAHA


HAHAHAHAHAHAAHBAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAA



He gasped at the hilarity of it all. GASPED and SPIT and was simply hysterical. The Lordly man did regain composure when he could again breathe. He did, after all, have a few points to make.


"I'll just keep this concise, Bole. You've already wasted enough of everyone's time," he reached up to wipe a tear from his eye, "You DO answer to me and you'll receive RESPECT when you DO SOMETHING TO EARN IT. Until then, I DEMAND that you DO what you're TOLD and to DO IT with a little less LIP."

Lord Borr situated his cane under his arm and THREW the stack of posters at "the Department Head" before him. "I want those passed out in Diagon Alley. I want them passed out throughout the Ministry, and I expect EVERYONE from your Department in attendance."

Calmly, he pulled his cane from his arm once more and rotated his body around to leave. MUCH TO DO STILL! Lord Borr, busy man, started away. He raised his cane as he spoke a departing message, "Threaten me again and it'll be the very last thing you do, Bole."

"The very last thing, Bole." Martel echoed quietly from right behind the Law Enforcement head. It had been easy enough to walk up unseen, particularly with all the noise Borr was making. The threat was clear in his voice, even if he delivered his words smoothly. Bole would know.

He continued up the corridor to his office, whistling to himself jauntily, an enigmatic little smile on his face.

Harley walked out of the Minister's office with Persephone and D'Isigny and she heard a very loud man making more noise than needed in the hall. She saw Evander standing before the giant spitting man, and she vaguely caught D'Isigny's words to Evander, but couldn't quite make them out because they were more hissed than spoken. She arched an eyebrow and glanced at Persephone quietly before glancing over at Evander and then back at D'Isigny, and followed him to his office, hoping she could figure out a valid reason to give for tailing him.

..........................................

Entirely close to exploding and using an unforgivable or two on Borr at that moment, Evander stood there, expression thunderous, paper invitations floating down around him, though none quite touching them as if each individual piece of paper somehow knew that it and its peers would be torn into little shreds if it so much as brushed against the former Hit Wizard.

The only thing that stopped him from blasting at the giant's back, or his cane, or his sweaty and greasy pate was a sudden voice, quiet and deadly, coming from behind him.


Bole DID know and he ground his teeth together audibly as he watched the Minister's Adviser head in the other direction.


He nodded shortly at Harley and then turned on his heel and stalked back to level 2, knuckles white, expression one of murderous, barely checked rage.

The stupid invitations could stay on the damned floor. He was no messenger, and his staff were no lackeys to be directed by Borr's whims.

Van was gone a moment later, presumably to his office.