Jenny was a bit apprehensive of attending the celebration that seemed to have nearly every person of the Ministry invited to. She gave a small sigh though as she stood there, waiting to go through security, she looked at her white watch on her left wrist, not that she really cared about what time it was, she just felt she was obligated to do something while she waited for her turn.

Pushing back a stray lock of her extremely curly blond hair, Jenny stepped up in the line just a little closer to entering the celebration. She gave a smile as she looked around, this definitely was something that would be talked about for a couple of weeks, this wasn't a small little get together at some fancy place.

Ah. He was one of them.

... comply?

COMPLY?

Evander's glare went to the boy. If he wasn't hiding behind the influence of the damned cult, if Lily and Brysen could possibly be safe if Van reacted... well, he'd show this kid a thing or two.

It'd be painful. Evander allowed himself to imagine it in great detail to the point where he smiled.

It was a nasty and alarming sort of smile.

Alexander.

Evander made a mental note of his name and did not answer the threat.



"I'm working, as you pointed out, and so I have no time for a social visit. Perhaps you should hurry along and enjoy your party." While you still can.

Evander watched the idiot go and then went right back to looking around, alert, but clearly grumpy.


Evander wanted to say 'whatever' to the bartender kid. He did. He just did not CARE. He forced a smile that was almost polite, gestured at the t-shirts and at the others manning the security table and indicated that the boy could step on through the check point.

As for the older man.

"Interesting timing, transferring now." Van looked somewhat suspicious. Was this Japanese Ministry person one of THEM? He didn't ... have that look about him...

Warily he kept his eyes on the fellow.

"Don't forget a t-shirt. Enjoy the party." As if Van meant either of those things. Not that it was personal...




"... assist away." Evander glowered, wondering what trash Martel had spun to get a young thing like this one, who seemed relatively harmless, to play ball. He made a mental note of her name too.

She had a t-shirt so all that remained was for her to go inside, passing through the checkpoint.

Van stepped to one side and continued to observe and supervise.

And wear the stupid shirt.

Feeling something or someone gently nudge her, Artemis' first reaction was to turn slightly and look over her shoulder. Her second reaction was to beam happily up at the handsome face she had been looking for only seconds ago.

Although Artie wanted to turn fully around and hug him, she refrained for the moment and slipped her hand into his instead, focusing her attention back on the Ministry woman as she spoke.
"Thank you, you have a good day too." Taking the offered tee shirt with her free hand, Artemis waited until Brett was checked as well before leading the way into the tent.

Adjusting the shiny new red bowtie he had bought for Marshmallow the day before, Ryoma smiled at the man and turned his gaze only momentarily at his old man who had no right to be in London. “I told you everyone would love you,” he said scratching Marshmallow behind the ears. Then he noticed the pretty blonde girl who had been in the Leaky Cauldron the other day. He would have to make sure to spend some time with her during this party – and make sure that he avoided his old man like the plague. Grabbing a t-shirt that he didn’t particularly want to wear Ryoma flung it over his shoulder and walked through the strange looking machine. Time to mingle!

Seeing his son go on ahead, Kaishu frowned for a moment, but tossed his hair around a bit to make himself feel better. Ryoma had done a fine job taking care of his hair. Must be using that avocado recipe he had taught him how to make at a young age.

Turning his attention back to the man, Kaishu set his bag on the table and opened it to at least 40 CDs. “Interesting is as interesting does,” he replied shaking his head a bit to show of his shiny locks. Removing his sunglasses for a moment, he winked at the man and expected some sort of reaction…but it didn’t come. “Would you care for a signed CD?” He pulled out one and immediately signed his name on it before handing it to the man. “I suppose you have heard of me, I was a member of the Winged Horesemen. Lead guitarist and occasionally drummer.”

She checked the list for the names and found them. "Here are your tee shirts. Enjoy Mr. Shiradou and sir.". Dacs handed them the tee shirts and turned to the other person in line.

"Konnichiha, Shiradou sama." she said, bowing slightly as it was how they greeted others in Japan."Enjoy." she said as she handed him a tee shirt.

Dacs looked at her with a I- can -care- less expression,"No ma'am. Enjoy ma'am."she remarked as she checked off her name.

Lilyan Moretti, blissfully unaware of the fact that she AND her son had only just been mentioned (and used in a threat...??) stepped up to the glaring man and cleared her throat, "I believe you already know who I am, but I can remind you, if you want." She smiled at him, knowing fully well that this was NOT what he wanted to be doing right now, and trying really hard not to giggle at the shirt.

Dacs looked at the next person who seemed a little preoccupied with everything else."Name please?"she asked her politely."I need to check you off my list before I can let you in."

Lexi Denver was HERE... at a Ministry event. How AWESOME! She DREAMT of being in the Ministry after school... perhaps she could mingle with some Aurors or something... if they weren't too busy to talk to a kid like her.

Smoothing down the front of her dress she stepped up to the TALL man that Healer Moretti was talking to and smiled meakly. "Excuse me, sir. I am Lexi Denver... here with the school group..." she said in a quiet tone. Overwhelmed much? Her? A GRYFFINDOR... NEVER!

She cast a glance around and smiled at the Healer and waited to be told what to do next.

Kaishu flipped his head in the direction of a pretty liss miss who had address him. How charming! She spoke his language! Flipping his hair around a bit more, he took out another CD, signed it, and handed it to her. "Kireina onna no tameni," he said with a wink. Of course she would be wanting a signed CD. They were going to be worth something eventually. Bowing to her and the other man, who now had been gifted with precious CDs, Kaishu walked through the scanner and into the party.

Standing in line with her fellow schoolmates, Kurumi fumbled with the box of cookies in her arms and tried her best not to trip over the ends of her kimono. It was more a problem of the shoes she was wearing, but she needed to make a good first impression and falling on her face was not going to do that.

Getting in line behind a man who seemed to enjoy tossing his head around a bit too much, Kurumi waited nervously until it was her turn to speak. "K-Kurumi Hollingberry," she squeaked nervously. "F-From Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy."

Just before he entered the party completely, Kaishu caught the sweet voice of a very little miss and a name that he had not heard in years. Turning around, he saw the fragile looking young girl in a kimono that he had seen before, but on her mother. So...Kurumi made it to Hogwarts after all...he smiled and tipped his sunglasses at her. He would speak to her later.

Well she certainly was excited about finally being at the event, and slightly amused by Sabel's relief for being back on solid ground. Obviously they would have to work on this whole fear of his. Straightening out her dress when she stepped out of the limo, she took back Sabel's hand and glanced at the tent with bright eyes.

The security was... surprising but expected she supposed, the man was some high ranking ministry worker now. Still, it was just a bit intimidating, or maybe that was some of the people? Arya gave the security workers a small smile, nodding in agreement with Sabel. Hogwartians here.

She was only a bit distracted by the t-shirts. Enough to speak up, eyes fixed on them. "Do we get one of the shirts?"

"Domo arigato Shiradou sama."was all she said with a small bow. before continuing her work. she smiled even though she didn't really want a cd.

Gretchen gave a nod of her head as Evander allowed her in, she hadn't a clue why the man seemed so unhappy about the celebration but decided it best not to inquire and stay out of it. She had things to do, after all. And it was really none of her business.

About to step through, Gretchen couldn't help but overhear a young girl's question.
Turning her gaze to find the owner of the voice, Gretchen smiled at the young girl and the boy with her. "You do, just let them know when you check in that you want one." If she would even need to do that. It seemed they were being handed out anyway.

With that said, the young Witch turned on her heels and entered the tent, ready to go take care of the gift bags waiting for her.

Millie stared deep into the crowds as she squeezed through, bumping Merlin knew who. "Excuse me, excuse me." She murmured, wishing she'd stayed back at her flat. But Artie had told her it would be fine, so she trusted the older woman. Except ... where was her boss lady now? Shaking her head, she swallowed as she approached the scary looking security guards and caught glimpse of the t-shirts they were giving out. OH! OH! They were just too funny. "Er... Millicent Walsh, Assistant at Wheaz--Um.. Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes." Hopefully they wouldn't think anything wrong of her because she worked in a joke shop.

....

Even though the limousine was spacious enough, Professor Hadley was just relieved to be out in fresh air again. Not to mention she maybe had the potential to see some familiar faces there. It was a shame she couldn't get Issy there, but she did tell her colleague she'd bring back some memories and maybe cake. Heh. That was enough wasn't it?

Watching some of her students making their way to the check in table, she sighed blissfully at how well they seemed to be handling themselves. It was no surprise to her why they were invited to represent the school. Oh and there was Lily!! Waving and grinning [like a fool] at the healer, she looked over at the security people. None of them familiar sadly. Where was Martel ... or Gevrik ... or some other face she knew? "Josephina Hadley, Arithmancy Professor at Hogwarts School."

Charley stepped out of the limousine and put her robes in her bag, then straightened her dress, retied her hair ribbon, and walked towards security carefully behind Arya and Sabel.
This is exciting. Shame Mum couldn't come tonight. It'd be nice to see her, plus the security is a bit much.
"Charlotte Kelley, first year Ravenclaw," she said to the person manning the checkpoint she was following Arya through.
"May I have a shirt please?"

He has a guest/companion [Oesed] so, you may want to wait for her to post
 

my last person checking in, I swear!
 

My goodness, lots of people. Oh, and Ama. *whistle*
 

My goodness.

Benjamin Amsten had gotten dressed in his suit and tie as always. Had all his work prepared for the day, and when he apparated to the Ministry, OH, Lord Wild Borr decided we have the day off. WONDERFUL. So i guess Ben's research on the man's egotistical past will have to wait yet another day. GREAT.

NOT TO MENTION, The New Yorker now has to work check in. Which is a joke, because all he had to do was hand out T-Shirts. That was ridiculous. Ben went from having a masters in criminology and being an official Detective to handing out T-Shirts... OF, LORD BORRING.

But wait. THERE'S MORE.

Ben had to WEAR the T-shirt himself. Well, he was REQUESTED to. But, based on Bert and Ern-y's rep, he did not exactly want to be yelled at in front of the entire ministry of magic. So, the man complied. He was wearing a Fedora, blue T-Shirt, and suit pants. What else was Ben going to wear?

There was one other thing Benjamin had been adding to his fashion repertoire, and that's sunglasses. He had not mastered Occlumency... yet... So for now, to avoid Gevrik's mind reading gaze, he had been wearing sunglasses, or big bottled glasses, in front of all these ministry folk. The Detective didn't know who to trust.

Oh well, approaching the tent Ben approached Van, giving him a swift and annoyed"Hello." He could tell just on Evander's body language that he was NOT happy as well. Going right on the job, Ben threw on a fake smile, and grabbed a pile of T-Shirts and a clip board to write down names.

Ah. First customer for Ben. "Hello, Ms. Walsh," Benjamin said over excitedly (on purpose.) "Here's your t-shirt! Enjoy yourself!" Ben summoned his inner Disney Cast Member as he said these phoney lines. He wrote the lady's name down on a clipboard.

Well, that last person was hard enough. Who's next?

"Hello, professor!" Ben said, sarcasm low on that one. I had no idea Hogwartians were invited... "Please, have a T-shirt." He handed over the hideous thing that he too was wearing. "Enjoy yourself." Another person down...

"Hello, Milton." The Detective greeted. He then looked at the flyer through his sunglasses, the man faked chuckle. "Yes, I'm quite sure you're invited." My god. Fake enthusiasm. Acting classes from when I was 8, don't fail me now. Ben wrote the man's name down before handing him, "You're free t-shirt! Enjoy yourself!"

More people, more people...

Oh.... Um... A kid....

"Can I help you?" The Detective said to the boy.

Oh, great. The first shifty looking guy.

Ben looked through his sunglasses at the... nervous man? The New Yorker tried to read this guy, and only got carefulness... and shiftyness. "Can I see some ID, please?"

As soon as this woman approached Ben, he could tell she was from the Prophet. She was annoyed, impatient, and had a camera. ... The camera gave it away. Ben just handed her a T-Shirt after writing her name down and said, "Of course. Enjoy yourself, Ms. Knoll."

Ben looked the ID over before looking at the man himself. He noticed subtle differences in his facial features between his face and his picture on the ID. But everything checked out. "There's a lot of important people here. Wouldn't want anything to go down," the New Yorker said handing back the ID.

Benjamin wrote down the man's name before handing Charles his free T-Shirt. "Enjoy yourself!"

Emmanuelle Leroy stood in all her five feet, six inches glory and surveyed her surroundings with a borderline detached expression. Given the tight security, one would expect the King and Queen and England to waltz in any minute now, instead of a Lord of sorts. It was all quite ridiculous, as most of these events were, and Emmy found herself looking forward to the sight of the selective group of Hogwarts students that had been invited.

Not only did teenagers managed to make the brunette feel like an adolescent herself, all over again, but their sometimes scandalous and inappropiate behaviour amused her.

With no children in sight, however, she could content herself with the quaint t-shirts they were handing. Choosing to ignore Ian's remark, for it sounded as if he was speaking to an often misbehaved child, Emmy directed herself to the nearest member of security since Ian had failed to do so himself. She spoke in her clear, high voice that carried the traces of a very faint french accent, "Ian Hoshino, Daily Prophet Editor. And fiance."