Pssh.....

Miss Erica Radley did not need a security check. She glanced over at Armen at first, raising an eyebrow as to how loyally he was behaving today compared to when she spoke to him a few weeks back. The Blonde approached the security check area, scrubching her nose as she walked on over.

"Erica Radley. Head of the Magical Creatures Department. As my fellow Head here has explained, I too am a guest here of Lord Borr's and we have important matters to get to." Maybe. Let's just say she was too important to be serving or handing out T-shirts, or doing whatever else the other departments were doing.

"Oh and I would like one of those T-shirts." That was all.

I'll bring Dorian in, in a bit, to help man the check-in *nods* But shoppie first.
 

Ooh, a couple. Ben prepared two horrible T-Shirts for the both of them, and had his clipboard ready. But when the woman spoke, The Detective was confused for a moment. Duh. The woman is speaking for the man...

Oooh, the Daily Prophet Editor, very cool. "Of course, Mr. Hoshino." Ben said to the man, writing his name on the list. "I'll need your name, Ma'am. And ID.

I hope I didn't take forever to respond!
 

Emmanuelle, of course, was being her typical self. He knew she hard heard him so did not bother in repeating himself. Hoshino patted the hand that rested on the crook of his elbow awkwardly. The fiancé bit was a little unnecessary if anyone inquired Ian's opinion about the matter; however, as that was something that was highly unlikely to happen, the journalist tried letting go of the small surge of embarrassment overtaking his tall and imposing person.

It succeeded for the most part but the tips of his ears remained a subdued hue of pink.

"Emanuelle Leroy," supplied Ian, stooping closer to the man hoping his voice to carry over the chattering nearby. His eyes honed in on the t-shirts they were being extended. He took them reluctantly, a brow finding its place high above his forehead. "I apologize. We should have had identification at the ready. I was unaware there would be so much security. Usually, I just present my press pass," he murmured and glanced over at Emmy, wondering if she had found her card inside her purse already. He was doing his best to stall and make chit chat--something that he was horrible at.

Honestly, this is why he just flashed his press pass during events and kept walking. Speaking to complete strangers was permanently awkward and far too energy intensive for his liking.

Identification? Did she resemble a mass murder or a danger to society in general? Dramatic as she knew she was being, Emmanuelle kept the annoyance away from her small face. Although, her grip on Ian's arm did tighten a fraction.

Pulling out her identification from her small, round pouch, the woman showed it to the man before them. "Will that be all, sir?" She inquired, and tried to keep a sneer off her mouth at the sight of the t-shirts. She very nearly succeeded.

Iris made her way through all the people with the rest of the Hogwarts students. There were so many adults! Iris didn't like this... it was weird. She much preferred being with people her own age - or more, people who're younger than her.

Smiling brightly at the security employee, Iris decided that, as a prefect, she should at least try to look like she knew why she was here wanted to be here.

"Uh... Hullo. I'm Iris Beaumont... One of the Hogwarts students."


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Helena made her way to the security check in.

This party most certainly was not her idea of fun. She'd still made the effort though. Helena wondered if the Hogwarts students had already arrived. Iris had never explained why she was one of the students chosen to come today. She waited in turn for a while, until one of the security blokes were free. Walking up to one of security employees, Helena offered a half-hearted smile. "Helena Beaumont: International Cooperation." Was adding her division necessary, too? Helena wasn't entirely sure.

"And ... what is this talk about T-shirts?" Because this woman would not be wearing one of them.

Zacharias came in to Diagon Alley because he had received word that all Ministry of Magic employees are invited to the party that is hosted by the new Junior Undersecretary Lord Berty Borr.

He stepped in to the security check in wearing his nice black jacket with matching white shirt and black jeans. He thought he look casual and at the same time he doesn't know if there is a dress code or something.

He took his ID from his pocket and flashed it to the security people and it says: Zacharias David McMahon:Minister's Office

"Just here with the rest of the students and staff invited" Simon answered wondering why the man paid attention to him and Professor Hadley and ignored a few of his fellow students that had come up before him. "Simon Bennett...Sixth year."

Noticing the older man tip his glasses at her, Kurumi nervously reached for the person nearest her, who just happened to be Simon. Kurumi grabbed onto his arm like a frightened child facing one of their nightmares. Realizing what she was doing, she looked up at Simon. "S-S-Sorry," she squeaked in apology, but she didn't let go of his arm.

Aphrodite walked up to the security guard calmly. She brushed her slightly curled hair out of her face as she spoke.

"Hi, Aphrodite Starlight, Accidental Magical Reversal Squad?" She said, smiling slightly, glancing at the large pile of tee's beside him. "What are they for?"

I have to Security check myself......LOL! Excuse me as I struggle to work this out
 

Prometheus felt like a tool!

The young man considered himself to be quite the stylish person, and the Lord Borr shirts were in no way stylish.

Laughing as he arrived at the security desk, he smiled at Dacs, Dorian and Benjamin, before turning to Bole and saying, "The things we do for the Ministry!"

Smoothing his vintage Calvin Klien Suit, and trying to cover the Borr Shirt as much as possible, he prepared himself for a long day!

'And here we going' he thought as the party-goers started to line up before him!

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Originally Posted by Lottiepot (Post 10214066) Pssh..... Miss Erica Radley did not need a security check. She glanced over at Armen at first, raising an eyebrow as to how loyally he was behaving today compared to when she spoke to him a few weeks back. The Blonde approached the security check area, scrubching her nose as she walked on over. "Erica Radley. Head of the Magical Creatures Department. As my fellow Head here has explained, I too am a guest here of Lord Borr's and we have important matters to get to." Maybe. Let's just say she was too important to be serving or handing out T-shirts, or doing whatever else the other departments were doing. "Oh and I would like one of those T-shirts." That was all.

"Welcome Erica Radley" Prometheus grinned, finding her name on the list, and ensuring her details matched, "Here's your shirt, and have a great day!"

One down, and his cheeks were already hurting.........

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Originally Posted by SilverTiger (Post 10214067) Aliceara couldn't exactly tell why there was suddenly a party occurring in the middle of Diagon Alley, or what exactly was causing the interruption to what was becoming her usual pattern of working idly in her shop while waiting for the next customer. It had seemed to be another lull, which she'd both looked at as an excuse to catch up on things and as something that was boring her to no end. She'd actually taken a quick photo shoot on in the meantime, when she hadn't created several new racks of robes as a way to pass time. Things were going on, but it seemed her shop wouldn't be too well-populated while this event was going on, so she'd merely locked her main shop door and headed out. Parties were her thing, or they had been in her previous occupation, and even though she'd been a bit on edge with the rumors of what had been going on around her, she wasn't about to not go. Just as she wasn't about to not attend while exquisitely dressed. Her hair wasn't anything special, as it was her usual tousled, wavy fall of brown silk, but it set off the rest of the outfit nicely. Until she got to the check-in, and raised a delicate eyebrow at mention of t-shirts. That wouldn't go with her dress at all, but she'd take one anyway. Maybe it was like a memento or something. All the best parties had those, even if she hadn't been to one in ages. Smiling at the first security person she came to, she spoke. "Aliceara Ravenswood. Shopkeeper at Madame Malkin's," she informed them in her friendliest voice. Just because she wasn't sure of things didn't mean she needed to transmit that to the people who were so graciously working.

"Good Morning, Aliceara," The young man smiled, slowly allowing himself to find the fun in their set task, "Here's your Lord Borr shirt, I am sure you will find some way to work it into your outfit!"
Hopefully the chief robe-seller didn't find a forced dress code, an insult....

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Originally Posted by Nixy! (Post 10214112) Iris made her way through all the people with the rest of the Hogwarts students. There were so many adults! Iris didn't like this... it was weird. She much preferred being with people her own age - or more, people who're younger than her. Smiling brightly at the security employee, Iris decided that, as a prefect, she should at least try to look like she knew why she was here wanted to be here. "Uh... Hullo. I'm Iris Beaumont... One of the Hogwarts students."

Ah! His first Hogwarts Kid,
"Nice to have you with us, Miss Beaumont," Prometheus smiled, as he found the girl on the Student ledger, "Ahh a prefect I see! Well hopefully you get something out of today....well besides this shirt"

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Originally Posted by Nixy! (Post 10214112) Helena made her way to the security check in. This party most certainly was not her idea of fun. She'd still made the effort though. Helena wondered if the Hogwarts students had already arrived. Iris had never explained why she was one of the students chosen to come today. She waited in turn for a while, until one of the security blokes were free. Walking up to one of security employees, Helena offered a half-hearted smile. "Helena Beaumont: International Cooperation." Was adding her division necessary, too? Helena wasn't entirely sure. "And ... what is this talk about T-shirts?" Because this woman would not be wearing one of them.

"The shirts seemed to be proceeded by their reputation" Prometheus laughed as he gifted the lady hers, "Ahhh another Beaumont, I believe a Hogwarts student just passed with that name, relation of yours?" Today was a good chance to make connections, linking names to faces and the Ministry emloyees to their Hogwarts counter-parts.

"Enjoy!"

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Originally Posted by dan arjay (Post 10214150) Zacharias came in to Diagon Alley because he had received word that all Ministry of Magic employees are invited to the party that is hosted by the new Junior Undersecretary Lord Berty Borr. He stepped in to the security check in wearing his nice black jacket with matching white shirt and black jeans. He thought he look casual and at the same time he doesn't know if there is a dress code or something. He took his ID from his pocket and flashed it to the security people and it says: Zacharias David McMahon:Minister's Office

"Thank You," Prometheus muttered as he took the man's ID and scanned from the corresponding name on the list, "Here we are," he grinned as he found McMahon, "Nice to have you with us, here's a shirt, courtsy of Lord Borr himself,"

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Originally Posted by Macavity (Post 10214158) "Just here with the rest of the students and staff invited" Simon answered wondering why the man paid attention to him and Professor Hadley and ignored a few of his fellow students that had come up before him. "Simon Bennett...Sixth year."

Noticing a student that Ben had stopped, Prometheus couldn't help but smile, "Simon Bennett? As in Gryffindor Captain Simon Bennett?" Finding him on the list, the young man found him, and had his question affirmed, "So I hear you have a really lousy chaser by the name of Hudson" He was joking of course....
"Here's your shirt buddy!"

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Originally Posted by 3uzz3ee (Post 10214200) Aphrodite walked up to the security guard calmly. She brushed her slightly curled hair out of her face as she spoke. "Hi, Aphrodite Starlight, Accidental Magical Reversal Squad?" She said, smiling slightly, glancing at the large pile of tee's beside him. "What are they for?"

Ahhh, someone he could relate too, "Nice name," Prometheus and Aphrodite, both ancient greek legends, "Here you are," he smiled as he found her name, "and there you are" he added as he handed over the shirt

Gosh this was getting monotonous, smile name shirt, smile name shirt, smile name shirt, over and over......however he was something to break it up.

"Name?"

"Patroclus Hudson"

"Sorry Mate, you're not on the list,"

"Prometheus, don't be a tool,"

"Not on the list, not in the party"

"Ummm I was personally selected to attend,"

"Must have been a mistake, was probably just my invite, Patroclus, Prometheus, very similar names!

"Oh my god just let me in"

"I will have to think about it!"

Aroughuh!!? Oh. Right. Now the man is speaking for the woman. Those Prophetites were WEIRD.

As Emmanuelle retrieved her ID, Ben spoke to her arm-candy. "It's okay." Ben said reassuringly to the editor. "There's just a lot of important people, here." The Detective took a look at the ID through his sunglasses, and found everything A-OK.

"Ok... Enjoy yourselves!" Then New Yorker said, writing their names on the list, and handing each of them one of the hideous T-Shirts.

Apparating not far away from them bank Kyle chuckled.A ministry party.Maybe it wasnt too far away that he finally got his letter?!That would be something good in his life for a change.Sounded cool. Just think positive. Walking up tp the security guard he smiled."Whats up?"

Ben was tired of faking his smile.... He couldn't even enjoy the benefits of a day off. Instead, 'Name....... Id......' Blah, he'd rather use his talents to find out more about this group slowly inching their way through the Ministry.


....What's up....?

Ben just shrugged off the informality. "Name and ID, please?"

Suddenly finding a strong grip on his arm, Simon looked down to find Kurumi there, her arm wrapped around tightly his before appologizing and loosening her hold till the limbs were simply intwined. "Its ok Kurumi," he assured her, adding a smile to show no harm was done and she could hold onto him if she wanted or needed to.

"Yes thats me..." Simon responded as he turned his head in the direction the new voice came from. A slightly raised eyebrow in curiousity since he hadn't thought that he'd be listed under his title but as the man had a comment on Patroclus it all seemed to click especially when coupled with the familiar features as the younger man in question approached as well from behind.

"Let me guess....older brother," he commented, silently thankful his own brother hadn't been assigned to work at the security check point to cause him trouble like the man was trying to do to his teammate. If his assumption was true they had that in common. "Um...thanks," the captain remarked accepting the t-shirt with no real thrill at the idea.

Gavin certainly wasn't looking forward the what was planned but directives from department heads usually weren't a good thing to ignore so the accidents and catastrophes employee was there at the security checkpoint. A sense of deja vu from the last time he'd been at a big event but at least the Quidditch World Cup had been fun...this was bound to be anything but.

"Gavin McNally, Accidents and Catatrophes department," he supplied when it was his turn at the checkpoint.

Jenny looked up and gave a smile. "Jenelise Knotting." She told the woman, "Department of Transportation." She added on, she hadn't been at the Ministry all that long, but she was still an employee. She turned a little and saw the long line of people lined up, waiting to get through security, a few of them looked like students. "Looks like everyone was invited, eh?" She asked, though not really expecting an answer back.

Iris looked at the man and smiled. "Um... T-shirt?" She asked, uncertainly. The prefect stared at the blue THING the man offered her. "Do I have to wear this?" She whispered to the man, just in case Lord Borr was about.

Eyeing the shirt unpleasantly, Iris glanced back at the security man. "I'll try to get something out of today though. Thank you!" Think positive thoughts, Iris! It'll only be a few hours!

Helena chuckled. "So it seems." Who ever designed them, though... They deserve to be shot. These are hideous! Taking the shirt from him, Helena smiled. A fake smile, obviously. There was no real reason to be happy right now.

"Oh, they've already arrived?" She asked, eyebrows raised lightly. "Yes... That would be my daughter." There was a proud tone as she said that. She had every reason to be proud of her daughter, and she'd let people know that very subtly.

As the man told her to enjoy, Helena laughed and replied with, "I'll try to!" Before heading into the tent.

Jake followed the rest of the invited Hogwarts students to the check-in, and got his invitation out of the pocket on the inside of his suit jacket. There was a Hogwarts student nearby that Jake didn't recognise, and he frowned in slight confusion. Whuuuuuuuuuut?

Anyway.

Yes.

Now to get in.

Pierre smiled at the woman as she checked him in. He took the shirt that she handed him and tried not to grimace. He really didn't want to wear this, but felt he might be singled out if he didn't. He didn't want to look too out of place so he pulled the shirt over his button up shirt and watched as it shrunk to fit him. He smiled at the woman and moved on. This was not going to be a fun day.

Alexander narrowed his eyes ever so slightly as he was given the okay to pass through the checkpoint and into the party. It had almost seemed too easy to gain access, yet the men and women standing guard at the checkpoint seemed to be on top of their game. He gave the man a polite nod as he accepted the t-shirt.

"Thank you," he simply said, before taking another quick glance over his shoulder. Again, he saw no one in particular, so with his t-shirt tucked under his arm, he slid through the checkpoint and into the party.



On his way in, he paused to give two familiar faces a quick nod in greeting before making his way to the seating area.

Ramona almost rolled her eyes as she turned into the street, she'd heard about the HIDEOUS shirts and had pulled on her pumps rather than heels, this was a....upstand-y day, she walked over to the tent, Ramona Marqueen, I work in security she said, smiling somewhat fixed-ly.

She hated these days

Amaria quickly walks down the middle of Diagon Alley after apparating into the Leaky Cauldron to find the party. She saw a sign about t-shirts interesting, not her style but why not. Be a good employee support the new person of the ministry. She stops as she gets to check-in. "Amaria Lee, ministry employee," she says to the person standing there.

xD I'd purposely chose to not check myself. But now, two charries in one post. ;)
 

Aliceara smiled at the young security man, again, as he greeted her, a bit amused by the outfit. That shirt definitely didn't go with that suit, but she imagined that shirt wouldn't really go with anything. It was a bit ridiculous. At least some people seemed to be getting through this without too much struggle, so perhaps her misgivings were unnecessary. Something still oddly reminded her of her cousin, but she knew he wouldn't be there. So things would be safe, and if they had people like this working security, even better. "Good morning to you as well," she replied, graciously taking the ridiculous shirt. "I'm sure," she added with a slight raised eyebrow as she stepped inside the tent, starting to wonder if underneath her dress would count. It would look idiotic, but at least then most of it would be covered.

Dorian hadn't exactly wanted to wear the Borr t-shirt, but if they were to blend in, it seemed it was necessary. It was against his will, which he had a feeling only his fellow MLE staff would know, since he'd figured his occlumency was back where it needed. Untested, but he felt he could block his emotions and everything about as well as possible. In either case, it seemed he'd gone with the popular idea regarding wearing the shirt, and had it on underneath a navy blue button-down shirt, long sleeves hiding the one wand he had in a holster on his forearm but buttons mostly open just so he wouldn't get hassled. His personal wand was in a holster around his calf, hidden by his black jeans, as he wasn't going to leave it at home. Being prepared for anything was the game.

Now this was someone Dorian was fairly certain should be there. All Ministry members were recommended to attend, at least. Made him think something was going to go down, but he'd gotten essentially back into his constant vigilance state from years earlier at everything. "Gavin," he said dryly, handing him one of the t-shirts as he crossed the name off his Ministry list. "Enjoy."

Hmm, green and red, Dorian thought as the next woman came to the front of the line. Eyeing the scarves a bit subtly, he focused on her as she spoke before scanning down to the list. "Miss Stimpson," he said, more to himself as he found her name to cross off. He hadn't really seen her name before, but perhaps she'd been checked by one of the others in the Ministry. Too much paperwork. "Here's your t-shirt," he added, handing the blue article of clothing over. "Enjoy the party."

The look on the next boy's face verified Dorian's earlier consternation about non-invited Hogwarts students trying to get in, or those he thought might be. Some people just liked attending parties, but he wasn't exactly one of them. Obviously this boy had an invitation, as he'd taken it out before approaching. "Name, please," he asked, instinctively assuming he'd need the student list and grabbing a t-shirt while he was at it. May as well be prepared for once he'd been able to check him in.

The next arrival caused another dry smile to cross Dorian's face, as it seemed yet another of his fellow MLE employees would rather not be here. or perhaps it was just the knowledge of the t-shirts that put the scowl on her face. "Ramona," he said, nodding her through. "Don't forget your t-shirt . . ." And he passed another of the monstrosities over, so she could look like the rest of them while she worked the party.

The next girl who'd approached seemed oddly resigned to the matter, and Dorian watched her for a moment. "Ms. Lee," he replied. "Department?" He thought she'd worked with him on Level Two, but then somehow that would mean she'd gotten out of working the party. He knew who was, and who was working what. Either way, he picked up a t-shirt for her once she finsihed giving her information. It seemed nobody was getting away without one of these.