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Election EraAll historical records pertaining to Ministry of Magic RPG under Ministers for Magic, Sherman Clark [IC January 2086 - December 2089; OOC February 2015 - June 2016] & Althea Scabior [IC January 2090 - December 2093; OOC February 2016 - June 2017]
Sassenach l theJoff l RoughDough l Aslan l Snidget l My Lord Kate l Dark-Side l BEETSSS l smol George
SPOILER!!: Sass
Lynley WOULD let him help, thank you very much. She took the papers he handed over to her and tried to flip through...they were ALL out of order now. Well just great. Bloody great. This was honestly the last thing she needed right now. She stood and began to organize the papers on the receptionist's desk, not really caring if that was rude.
She had THINGS to get back to, thank you.
"Shapple...you know..." she said, slightly amused for a second before he TOLD HER NOT TO DROP HER PAPERS AGAIN. Well that was IT for Miss Purcell. "Oh, I am SO sorry my papers HAPPENED to fall all over the floor--excuuuuuuuuuuuuuse me!" she snapped. "Because people can TOTALLY control when they DROP things--" Why did this make her so angry?
Because everything made her angry right now.
Seb had been right, she wasn't affable at all, even from this new angle.
The woman still looked displeased, even when he handed her back the stack. Why was she so moody? Maybe she was pregnant as well? Maybe she was in the same situation as Fate? Hmmm. . .
Seb shook the thoughts from his head. He didn't need to think about those two whilst he was at work. . . he needed to focus on doing nothing patrolling and keeping people safe.
Seb leaned back against the Reception-desk, balancing on one elbow, a bemused look etched on his face as he watched the exasperated woman. He cocked his head a little and gave a small chuckle. She was a feisty one, "You're excused." he knew that he was poking a sleeping bear, but Seb honestly didn't even care at the moment. "Then maybe you should be more careful next time." This was literally so amusing for some reason.
Seb pushed himself off of his elbows, "I'm Seb, by the way. Seb Stevens." He stuck his hand out if an offering on peace, whether or not she'd accept it, he didn't know.
Seb had been right, she wasn't affable at all, even from this new angle.
The woman still looked displeased, even when he handed her back the stack. Why was she so moody? Maybe she was pregnant as well? Maybe she was in the same situation as Fate? Hmmm. . .
Seb shook the thoughts from his head. He didn't need to think about those two whilst he was at work. . . he needed to focus on doing nothing patrolling and keeping people safe.
Seb leaned back against the Reception-desk, balancing on one elbow, a bemused look etched on his face as he watched the exasperated woman. He cocked his head a little and gave a small chuckle. She was a feisty one, "You're excused." he knew that he was poking a sleeping bear, but Seb honestly didn't even care at the moment. "Then maybe you should be more careful next time." This was literally so amusing for some reason.
Seb pushed himself off of his elbows, "I'm Seb, by the way. Seb Stevens." He stuck his hand out if an offering on peace, whether or not she'd accept it, he didn't know.
Acceptance would be more preferable. . .
Lynley wanted to know if this man ENJOYED the use of his tongue, because his sass back at her was NOT appreciated. "Excuse me?" she snapped, balling her free hand into a fist. "I am always careful. I am ALWAYS careful--telling me not to be careful--" she growled, low, deep in her throat.
His introduction irked her even more. EVEN. MORE. Who WAS this guy, introducing himself as if they had NOT just had a slight altercation!? HMM!? "Seb Stevens? What a stupid sounding name," she said, knocking his hand out of the way. "I will not shake your hand, sir."
Hmph.
"Unless you apologize." For what? Lynley had started the nonsense...but then again, Lynley was always right...to Lynley. So whatever Seb was supposed to be sorry for...pfft. It was a mystery. She had reported SO many of the MLE'ers to Emily Browne, at this point, that the MLE head probably didn't take Lynley seriously at all.
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"You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin
Sassenach l theJoff l RoughDough l Aslan l Snidget l My Lord Kate l Dark-Side l BEETSSS l smol George
SPOILER!!: Omg Lyn, pls
Lynley wanted to know if this man ENJOYED the use of his tongue, because his sass back at her was NOT appreciated. "Excuse me?" she snapped, balling her free hand into a fist. "I am always careful. I am ALWAYS careful--telling me not to be careful--" she growled, low, deep in her throat.
His introduction irked her even more. EVEN. MORE. Who WAS this guy, introducing himself as if they had NOT just had a slight altercation!? HMM!? "Seb Stevens? What a stupid sounding name," she said, knocking his hand out of the way. "I will not shake your hand, sir."
Hmph.
"Unless you apologize." For what? Lynley had started the nonsense...but then again, Lynley was always right...to Lynley. So whatever Seb was supposed to be sorry for...pfft. It was a mystery. She had reported SO many of the MLE'ers to Emily Browne, at this point, that the MLE head probably didn't take Lynley seriously at all.
Seb raised his hands in mock surrender at the woman's outburst. He smirked slightly at her balled-up fist, "Oh, I'm so scared," he said and nodded down at her fist, "I don't think that you'd want to raise that at me, though." Cause I'm MLE, I'm basically a trained assassin (more like glorified sentinel).
He gave a snort at her comment on his 'stupid name'. "Oh? And I bet that you have a better one?" Pffftttt. Did she seriously just knock his hand away? What was with her? He had only been joking before. . .
Unless he apologized for what? Breathing?
He looked at her with more amusement than anything else, holding back the grin that was playing at his lips. "And if I don't, you won't shake my hand?" That wasn't a serious threat at all. But this was too funny to pass up.
So, like the good boy he was, Seb bowed his head slightly. "Dearest Lady, I sincerely apologize for whatever rude comment that I made. I deeply regret it and I hope that you can find it within yourself to forgive my insolence. Now please, will you do me the honour of shaking my hand?" He raised his head, a grin stretched over his lips. He held his hand out in expectation yet again, waiting to see what she would make of his profound apology.
Seb raised his hands in mock surrender at the woman's outburst. He smirked slightly at her balled-up fist, "Oh, I'm so scared," he said and nodded down at her fist, "I don't think that you'd want to raise that at me, though." Cause I'm MLE, I'm basically a trained assassin (more like glorified sentinel).
He gave a snort at her comment on his 'stupid name'. "Oh? And I bet that you have a better one?" Pffftttt. Did she seriously just knock his hand away? What was with her? He had only been joking before. . .
Unless he apologized for what? Breathing?
He looked at her with more amusement than anything else, holding back the grin that was playing at his lips. "And if I don't, you won't shake my hand?" That wasn't a serious threat at all. But this was too funny to pass up.
So, like the good boy he was, Seb bowed his head slightly. "Dearest Lady, I sincerely apologize for whatever rude comment that I made. I deeply regret it and I hope that you can find it within yourself to forgive my insolence. Now please, will you do me the honour of shaking my hand?" He raised his head, a grin stretched over his lips. He held his hand out in expectation yet again, waiting to see what she would make of his profound apology.
Merlin, was the man in his thirties or...was he five? She wasn't so sure at the moment. Somehow, though, it calmed her down slightly. She took a deep breath, nostrils flaring, and stared at him for a good half a minute before saying ANYTHING.
"I am a witch. I would never resort to muggle violence, please," she said slowly. "Oh you MLE'ers...think nothing can hurt you.." she raised an eyebrow. "Well you're all wrong. We can all be hurt--freak accidents, letting our guard down--" she glared at him pointedly. "That'll get you in trouble one day." She said it almost as a warning.
WHY did he want to shake her hand so much?! Lynley hardly shook hands with anyone. It was the weirdest thing! "I accept your apology." Even if it was FAKE. "But I think we can get along fine without shaking hands." Hmph. "I am Lynley Purcell...Transportation head..." she said, her brown eyes surveying him up and down.
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"You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin
Sassenach l theJoff l RoughDough l Aslan l Snidget l My Lord Kate l Dark-Side l BEETSSS l smol George
SPOILER!!: You ish too cute
Merlin, was the man in his thirties or...was he five? She wasn't so sure at the moment. Somehow, though, it calmed her down slightly. She took a deep breath, nostrils flaring, and stared at him for a good half a minute before saying ANYTHING.
"I am a witch. I would never resort to muggle violence, please," she said slowly. "Oh you MLE'ers...think nothing can hurt you.." she raised an eyebrow. "Well you're all wrong. We can all be hurt--freak accidents, letting our guard down--" she glared at him pointedly. "That'll get you in trouble one day." She said it almost as a warning.
WHY did he want to shake her hand so much?! Lynley hardly shook hands with anyone. It was the weirdest thing! "I accept your apology." Even if it was FAKE. "But I think we can get along fine without shaking hands." Hmph. "I am Lynley Purcell...Transportation head..." she said, her brown eyes surveying him up and down.
She wasn't speaking. . . Why was she staring at him like that? Was there something on his face? Or maybe she was just smitten by his dazzling good-looks. This was just too weird. . . and creepy.
After what seemed like an eternity under her uncomfortable gaze, she finally opened her mouth, her words slow and they seemed semi-angry, "You're a witch? What! I thought that you were just some random Muggle that snuck in here!" He feigned surprise, his hand on his forehead in mock distress.
His hand dropped from his forehead at her threat, his eyes narrowed as she glared at him, "Well it's a good thing that I never let my guard down then. . . " He was a Guard after all, imagine how ironic it would be if not being guarded was the reason that he was, erm, in trouble or something? "Besides, almost nothing can hurt us." MLE was the Department that kept the Wizarding World safe, so you're welcome, lady.
Ouch. That was the second time that she rejected his handshake. He lowered his arm again, holding it firmly by his side. Department Head? He hadn't realized that the woman, Lynley, was so high up here. Mmm. He'd have to be careful around her after all.
He gave her a small smile before saying, "It's ummm. adequate to meet you, I guess." It wasn't as if this was pleasant. "So, Lynley. . . " He said the name slowly, as if testing to see if it was safe to say, "Do you come here often?"
Lynley was unimpressed with the type of comedy this man was going for. She did not find it funny. What she WAS impressed with his unending attempt to TRY to be funny even after Lynley didn't laugh..at anything he was saying. It took someone really strong to keep being dumb even when it's apparent the person is being dumb.
So kudos to you, Sebastian Stupid-name Stevens.
"It is impossible for muggles to get into the ministry. So..." Lynley raised an eyebrow. And then ROLLED her eyes. Again, MLE. She would not pursue to continue that argument. But she felt a wild urge to prove him wrong, that he could iNDEED get hurt. Her thoughts were not legal, though, so she should do her best to quiet them.
Adequate? Lynley merely snorted. "I have to give a lot of paperwork over to Miss Browne...different permissions and stuff...so that YOU people can do your jobs...adequately, it seems," she shot that word right back at him. The only person she was impressed with from MLE so far was young Alexa Cambridge. THAT girl had a spine on her, she did.
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"You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin
Sassenach l theJoff l RoughDough l Aslan l Snidget l My Lord Kate l Dark-Side l BEETSSS l smol George
Seb gave a small chuckle at her statement, "I'm not that stupid. I was making a joke, see?" He pointed at his smiling mouth, you're supposed to laugh at jokes, duh. "You're much too serious, Miss. Stupid-Name Purcell." Ppfftt. It wasn't as if her name was any better than his was, soooooo.
Obviously this woman didn't get his jokes, which probably meant that they either sucked or that she had a really really dry sense of humour. The latter was a more viable reason in his opinion. "So do you just naturally suck the life out of every room you enter, or do you just not like me?"
Oh, they did their jobs adequately, did they?
"Well, maybe we would be doing a better job if SOMEONE got us those permissions earlier. . ." Just saying, Lyni-Poo. "But I guess that you work adequately as well." But that's none of my business. #ByeFelicia
Seb gave a small chuckle at her statement, "I'm not that stupid. I was making a joke, see?" He pointed at his smiling mouth, you're supposed to laugh at jokes, duh. "You're much too serious, Miss. Stupid-Name Purcell." Ppfftt. It wasn't as if her name was any better than his was, soooooo.
Obviously this woman didn't get his jokes, which probably meant that they either sucked or that she had a really really dry sense of humour. The latter was a more viable reason in his opinion. "So do you just naturally suck the life out of every room you enter, or do you just not like me?"
Oh, they did their jobs adequately, did they?
"Well, maybe we would be doing a better job if SOMEONE got us those permissions earlier. . ." Just saying, Lyni-Poo. "But I guess that you work adequately as well." But that's none of my business. #ByeFelicia
Oh Merlin, please. Lynley rolled her eyes. "I am not TOO serious. Just too serious to handle jokes right NOW." She said in an annoyed tone. She was not in a great mood...so. "And Lynley is an all right name, thank you very much. Not something I'd have picked--but you know." She shrugged.
OH PLEASE. "If I sucked the life out of EVERY room I entered, you'd be dead and so would those plants in the corner!" she actually laughed but...more haughtily than anything. "GOD I am so glad I don't gave to work with people like you--" she smirked, though.
Smirking through...slight annoyance was still amusement, though.
"You clearly like provoking people. Hmph." She waved her hand. "It must be at least an INTERESTING hobby.'
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"You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin
Sassenach l theJoff l RoughDough l Aslan l Snidget l My Lord Kate l Dark-Side l BEETSSS l smol George
SPOILER!!: :3
Oh Merlin, please. Lynley rolled her eyes. "I am not TOO serious. Just too serious to handle jokes right NOW." She said in an annoyed tone. She was not in a great mood...so. "And Lynley is an all right name, thank you very much. Not something I'd have picked--but you know." She shrugged.
OH PLEASE. "If I sucked the life out of EVERY room I entered, you'd be dead and so would those plants in the corner!" she actually laughed but...more haughtily than anything. "GOD I am so glad I don't gave to work with people like you--" she smirked, though.
Smirking through...slight annoyance was still amusement, though.
"You clearly like provoking people. Hmph." She waved her hand. "It must be at least an INTERESTING hobby.'
Seb tapped his fingers the Reception-desk, an amused smirk fixed on his lips as her looked at Lynley, "Jip, you seem pretty serious to me. . . I can't imagine that anything could put you in a bad mood, you just seem like such a cheerful person." Cough-sarcasm-cough.
Seb laughed at her statement, "True, but it does seem like those plants are wilting a little. Maybe you're one of those that suck the life out slowly." His smile stayed put, even as she said that, "People like me? There are no 'people like me'. . . only me." Cocky or self-loathing, you pick.
"Not intentionally. . . the words just come out. I can't help it if I say something that irritates someone." He nodded, still tapping against the desk, "It's not so much a hobby, more like a . . . shall we say, character-flaw?" word-vomit was a weakness after all.
Seb tapped his fingers the Reception-desk, an amused smirk fixed on his lips as her looked at Lynley, "Jip, you seem pretty serious to me. . . I can't imagine that anything could put you in a bad mood, you just seem like such a cheerful person." Cough-sarcasm-cough.
Seb laughed at her statement, "True, but it does seem like those plants are wilting a little. Maybe you're one of those that suck the life out slowly." His smile stayed put, even as she said that, "People like me? There are no 'people like me'. . . only me." Cocky or self-loathing, you pick.
"Not intentionally. . . the words just come out. I can't help it if I say something that irritates someone." He nodded, still tapping against the desk, "It's not so much a hobby, more like a . . . shall we say, character-flaw?" word-vomit was a weakness after all.
The over-amount of sarcasm was...unamusing to Lynley. And growing quite tiresome for her. So she just rolled her eyes and sighed. "Actually, I'm not a cheerful person. Merlin...I just can't decide if I like you or not," she said softly, biting her lip slightly in amusement.
"Well, it's a good thing you don't work in department--what is it you do in MLE again?" she asked. Aurors seemed a lot cooler than anyone ELSE in the department. Take Miss Cambridge for example, eh?
At least he admitted it was a flaw. She waved him away, like she would a mosquito or a fly. "I really need to be getting this to Emily--joking aside, it's important--" she said, holding the folder to her chest as she side stepped to get in front of him.
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"You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin
Sassenach l theJoff l RoughDough l Aslan l Snidget l My Lord Kate l Dark-Side l BEETSSS l smol George
SPOILER!!: Lyn
The over-amount of sarcasm was...unamusing to Lynley. And growing quite tiresome for her. So she just rolled her eyes and sighed. "Actually, I'm not a cheerful person. Merlin...I just can't decide if I like you or not," she said softly, biting her lip slightly in amusement.
"Well, it's a good thing you don't work in department--what is it you do in MLE again?" she asked. Aurors seemed a lot cooler than anyone ELSE in the department. Take Miss Cambridge for example, eh?
At least he admitted it was a flaw. She waved him away, like she would a mosquito or a fly. "I really need to be getting this to Emily--joking aside, it's important--" she said, holding the folder to her chest as she side stepped to get in front of him.
Seb stopped tapping against the desk and shot her a cheeky smile, "If you didn't like me, then you wouldn't have been standing here. . . and how can you not like me? I'm so lovable." He was kidding, since he was a grown man, and loveable was not a word that was often used to describe Seb.
"See, you're taking an interest in my job, something that you'd only do if you liked me." he gave her another grin before answering her question, "I'm an Officer. As you can see, I'm super busy with patrolling and keeping the Ministry safe, y'know. Casual protector-stuff." It wasn't anything fancy, like Department Head, but it kept him busy.
Seb nodded a little, allowing her to step in front of him. "It was pleasantly adequate meeting you, Miss Purcell." He smiled before pushing his hands back into his pockets, "I hope to see you around." And she knew where to find him, though he doubted that she was a regular here at MLE. . .
Seb stopped tapping against the desk and shot her a cheeky smile, "If you didn't like me, then you wouldn't have been standing here. . . and how can you not like me? I'm so lovable." He was kidding, since he was a grown man, and loveable was not a word that was often used to describe Seb.
"See, you're taking an interest in my job, something that you'd only do if you liked me." he gave her another grin before answering her question, "I'm an Officer. As you can see, I'm super busy with patrolling and keeping the Ministry safe, y'know. Casual protector-stuff." It wasn't anything fancy, like Department Head, but it kept him busy.
Seb nodded a little, allowing her to step in front of him. "It was pleasantly adequate meeting you, Miss Purcell." He smiled before pushing his hands back into his pockets, "I hope to see you around." And she knew where to find him, though he doubted that she was a regular here at MLE. . .
Generally speaking, he wasn't the worst person Lynley had ever met. Archer was a whole lot worse. At least this man had a sense of humor...even if it was a stupid sense of humor. But he also wasn't the best person she'd ever met either. He was...sort of neutral, she supposed.
"Dear lord, if they're letting you be a guard or whatever-Merlin--" she half-joked, getting past him and waving him off. "Maybe we'll run into each other again and argue just as much as we did this time. I look forward to it," she rolled her eyes. But he hoped to see her around..
Weird.
WEIRD.
To take Lynley's abuse and HOPE to see her around. pfft. That left her completely baffled.
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"You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin
½ EagleBrain ♥ Creeperdoodle ♥ Raven Dor ♥ Berry ♥ ½ Team House Elf
SPOILER!!: Whitney!
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Originally Posted by Stormdancer
Whitney tried not to jump in shock as someone spoke to her. She had been in a daze trying to memorise her music for the upcoming WADA showcase and her pieces were still taunting her every waking moment. She had been humming a particularly tricky and vigourous section when the woman had asked her for her name and her brain went blank; so she nodded while she stood up and gulped to compose herself.
”Hello. Yes, Whitney Hart.” She repeated, berating herself mentally for how stupid she sounded. She knew what she was doing and she was proud of what she had achieved - why was she so darn nervous?
”It is lovely to meet you, Ms Browne.” She said with a calmer, genuine smile as she held her own hand out to shake the Department Head’s, suddenly aware of how much damage she had caused her hands over the years from playing her guitars without a pick… though she knew that wasn’t the only reason, just one of a few.
Picking a button close folder up from beside where she had been sitting, she nodded. ”Yes. I have completed them too… as instructed I mean.” She sent the woman a soft smile, holding the folder out for her to take. ”And my ID is in the folder as well so that you can take a copy if you need too.” She bite the inside of her lip gently, willing herself to shut up and just. stop. rambling.
The hesitant response she would chalk down to the woman's poor awareness and perhaps nerves, but it was of little consequence to her, so long as thing meeting was settled swiftly.
"Likewise," she returned, though she was sure she wouldn't recall much of the woman after the week she was in for. Appointments, hearings, meetings, and a hundred other tasks in between. It was a good thing she loved her job.
At least the woman was prepared, that meant she wouldn't have to reschedule the appointment and see her again. "Excellent, come through to the conference room, we'll complete your registration there," she smiled, gesturing for the woman to keep up. She did of course walk relatively slowly, wouldn't want their guest to get lost and wind up in a cell.
Oliver hadn't slept much the night before. None of the places he or Fitz searched last night provided them with any answers and the more time passed, the more worried he grew. He told Fitz that he would stop by the MLE before he headed into work for the day going off the basis of convenience since he worked in same building. But he really hoped that it wouldn't have come to that at all and that it was all a simple misunderstanding. Since there was still no sign of his younger sister, he wasn't sure that he would even be able to work though after he stopped at the MLE offices.
Heading to Level Two first thing in the morning, Oliver rushed into the reception area. He had never been on this level, never having reason to, so he wasn't exactly sure where to go. Thankfully there was a receptionist so maybe she could be of some assistance. "Excuse me," he started breathlessly, stopping in front of the desk. "I need to report a missing person."
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started like a knight in a fairytale_______________________________________________
ended like a moth in flames______________________ ______________________don't you worry I'll be fine _________________________________________________you were good for the plot line
Toothless - Napoleon of Crime - Gryffinclaw - Owl Emissary - Pirate Auror - DoctorDonna
As usual Simon had been in early to get a fresh start to his day even as the first stragglers were coming in. Having settled his coat and knapsack at his desk and checked for anything urgent and finding little, the security head moved back out of the office to begin his morning rounds. It was then as he came up to the reception area, ready to nod a passing greeting to Muriel, that he overheard a non-to-familiar man approaching the receptionist appearing agitated. His attention heightened and he approached the two as the man continued.
Uh oh… a missing person.
“Hello,” Simon greeted, politely making his presence known. “I might be able to help, or at least get you to the right person, Mr…?” He’d see what was the case since this wasn’t a personal connection like Mariel’s request a few years back.
As usual Simon had been in early to get a fresh start to his day even as the first stragglers were coming in. Having settled his coat and knapsack at his desk and checked for anything urgent and finding little, the security head moved back out of the office to begin his morning rounds. It was then as he came up to the reception area, ready to nod a passing greeting to Muriel, that he overheard a non-to-familiar man approaching the receptionist appearing agitated. His attention heightened and he approached the two as the man continued.
Uh oh… a missing person.
“Hello,” Simon greeted, politely making his presence known. “I might be able to help, or at least get you to the right person, Mr…?” He’d see what was the case since this wasn’t a personal connection like Mariel’s request a few years back.
Oliver had barely gotten the words out of his mouth when another man approached. That was certainly quick service as he would assume the other man greeting him was employed here at the MLE, otherwise it would be awfully strange for him to offer his assistance. "Uh, hello," he nodded, turning to the man and giving him his full attention "Mr. Glendower," he finished for him. "Oliver Glendower.. Yes, I'd appreciate any help you could give me."
Taking a deep breath, he tried to regulate his voice as much as possible to remain calm. "It's my sister. She's been missing a full 24 hours. She hadn't shown up for work, and we've checked all the places that we could think of - St. Mungo's, my parents', my brother's.. She's not any of those places and no one has heard from her, so I need report her missing and get some professional help to find her." He was worried of course, but he wasn't about to think the worst yet. Certainly with the MLE's help, they'd be able to find out where she was and what was going on.
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started like a knight in a fairytale_______________________________________________
ended like a moth in flames______________________ ______________________don't you worry I'll be fine _________________________________________________you were good for the plot line
Toothless - Napoleon of Crime - Gryffinclaw - Owl Emissary - Pirate Auror - DoctorDonna
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Originally Posted by emjay
Oliver had barely gotten the words out of his mouth when another man approached. That was certainly quick service as he would assume the other man greeting him was employed here at the MLE, otherwise it would be awfully strange for him to offer his assistance. "Uh, hello," he nodded, turning to the man and giving him his full attention "Mr. Glendower," he finished for him. "Oliver Glendower.. Yes, I'd appreciate any help you could give me."
Taking a deep breath, he tried to regulate his voice as much as possible to remain calm. "It's my sister. She's been missing a full 24 hours. She hadn't shown up for work, and we've checked all the places that we could think of - St. Mungo's, my parents', my brother's.. She's not any of those places and no one has heard from her, so I need report her missing and get some professional help to find her." He was worried of course, but he wasn't about to think the worst yet. Certainly with the MLE's help, they'd be able to find out where she was and what was going on.
“Simon Bennett…” he supplied in return of the man giving his name. Normal introductions might have led to pleasantries like it being nice to meet him, but it wasn’t a good circumstance. So Simon settled on simply nodding at the appreciation of his offer. It was his job to help, especially in times of troubles, even if his duties tended to keep him inside the ministry nowadays.
Slipping a small pad and pen he often kept in his robe pocket out, the auror turned security man listened to his companion speak on what could be useful information, copying it down onto the parchment page. Sister---24 hours missing---no sighting in usual places—or Mungos. It was definitely time to take action…to have professional help on finding the woman as Oliver himself had put it. “Very well, we shall get right on that.” Reporting he meant, and getting to a more cohesive and detailed search and potential rescue.
“If you follow me…” he directed, turning to head back the way he had originally come, mentally trying to remember if he had seen anyone from MLES in yet.
“Simon Bennett…” he supplied in return of the man giving his name. Normal introductions might have led to pleasantries like it being nice to meet him, but it wasn’t a good circumstance. So Simon settled on simply nodding at the appreciation of his offer. It was his job to help, especially in times of troubles, even if his duties tended to keep him inside the ministry nowadays.
Slipping a small pad and pen he often kept in his robe pocket out, the auror turned security man listened to his companion speak on what could be useful information, copying it down onto the parchment page. Sister---24 hours missing---no sighting in usual places—or Mungos. It was definitely time to take action…to have professional help on finding the woman as Oliver himself had put it. “Very well, we shall get right on that.” Reporting he meant, and getting to a more cohesive and detailed search and potential rescue.
“If you follow me…” he directed, turning to head back the way he had originally come, mentally trying to remember if he had seen anyone from MLES in yet.
Oliver nodded at the man now known as Simon, grateful for his help in the matter but not exactly in the mood for small talk. And it seemed as if the MLE employee knew to get right down to business anyway. It was good that he could be sensitive to how timely this all needed to be.
He watched as Simon took notes while he gave the basic information. Did he need anything else? Oliver noted that he didn't ask him any questions or need to clarify anything, but he also got the idea that he wasn't going to be the one assigned to the case. Perhaps he was just feeling out the situation before directing him to the right person, the one who would ask a bunch of questions to get to the bottom of this and help find his sister.
"Yes, certainly," he nodded as the other man instructed him to follow. He would happily go with him if it meant that his sister would be found, hopefully safe, and he started back the way that Simon was going.
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started like a knight in a fairytale_______________________________________________
ended like a moth in flames______________________ ______________________don't you worry I'll be fine _________________________________________________you were good for the plot line