We meet again, Drago. ;)
 

It's been a while since Benjamin read someone's thoughts just by the body language, but this guy was basically screaming to Ben just by his breaths. The Detective rubbed his eyes of boredom as the machine went off as expected.

"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to step to the side, please." Ben flicked his wand out of the holster.

Oh, yeah. Ben who knew she was. He was up night after night researching Borr's 'Possy.' He didn't NEED to ID her...

"Of course, Ms. Rochebarron." Check. Ben handed over one of the disgusting pieces of cloth. "Have a nice time." He said with a charming, yet completely fake smile.

Two more reporters... Isn't there something more important happening in the wizarding world besides some loud guy's party? Ben thought about it for a moment. Actually... The way the ministry is right now.....

The Detective took a look at their press badges and marked them off. "Of course..." He said to the both of them. And he couldn't hold in a laugh at Lyric's comment. Man, he wish he wasn't there either.

Ben handed over a T-shirt to the each of them before adding, "Have a splendid time!"

Look at this face. Fresh. This guy lucked out on his first day on the job... If you could call this disgusting party luck. "Hello, Mr. Sterling. I'll need to see your ministry ID." If he even has one. First day on the job. HUH. The newbies stuck out like sore thumbs.

Um.......

This lady..... Was wearing a dress... To a spring day party??? How did she even find out about it??? The Detective tried to hold in his AROUUUGH facial expression as she approached. "Name, Miss? And Ministry ID?" he said to her.

"Name and ID, please." Ben could see that this guy wanted to be anywhere but there. And he wanted to tell him 'JUST RUN WHILE YOU STILL CAN!'

Ben couldn't help but let out a laugh. "Really?" Security going through security. "Can I see your Ministry ID, please?"

Dress Robes??? It's in the middle of the day!!! People were crazy, Ben thought. But he wrote his name down before asking for "ID, please?"

The sound of a foreign voice made Neil's eyes tear away from the older who man who had set off the detector artifact thing, because he'd been staring for long enough, and because someone was expecting an answer from him. "Right, sorry," He muttered, reaching for his wallet on his back pocket, and opening it to show his brand new Ministry of Magic employee identification. "I forgot I even had one," Almost sheepishly, he grinned, "Will that be all, sir?"

The corner of her eyes crinkled as she held eye contact with him. Her smile widened and she took the shirt he offered her, unnecessarily. Christelle was already wearing one, of course. No matter, as she was sure she could find a use for it. "Oh, I am already having one," she purred, surveying him briefly. He had stellar cheekbones. Did anyone ever bother in telling him so? He was so busy though what with requesting IDs from poor overworked ministry employees.

Christelle watched the man who had introduced himself as Neil Sterling. Magical Maintenance? "Hello, Neil!" greeted Christelle, leaning forward slightly and wiggling her manicured fingers close to his face. "Surely, he doesn't need an ID if I vouch for him, does he?" asked the red-head of Mister Cheek Bones, placing a hand lightly on Sterling's back.

Apparently, he did have an ID. Christelle's amicable smile never left her and she simply raised her brows and gestured with her hand towards Neil's wallet. "That should be all, shouldn't it?" said Christelle to Cheeks.

"I'll be doing rounds," she informed him, a hand on her hip. "Lord Borr would like for me to socialize in his behalf since he is held back due to circumstances out of his hands. You're doing a marvelous job!" chirped Rochelle swiftly flicking dust off the man's shoulder with the aid of two fingers. "Proceed!" she finished with a wink.

She turned around gracefully and held the t-shirt close to her ample chest. Rochelle stopped for a moment, her red lips rounding for a moment. "Neil Sterling?" she called out over her shoulder. "If you ever need something just let me know," finished Christelle in a sing song voice. "I'll be around."

As she moved forward towards the security in her professional dress, she saw the man asking her name. She smiled and said "My name's Anna Smith, and i works for Magical Transport" saying that she looked at the others who were going through the security checking. Looking around, she heard the man asking for something, she couldn't figure what did he ask, as she was busy looking at others. "Oh, sorry" she said and guessed he would probably be asking for her ministry id. "Yeah, i have" she said and removed her newly employment id of magical transport and showed it to him "Here."

follow-up replies to those who need them, and picking up one Ian missed. ^_^
 

Dorian nodded again as the Ministry person he'd asked for information supplied him with it. "Formerly?," he asked idly, locating the name on the list with a quick scan of his grey eyes and crossing it off. "Did you leave, or are you just transferring departments?" If he hadn't felt the responsibility to see things through, support the Ministry with everything going on, he would have said he'd have chosen to leave. If things got as bad as he felt they were going to, at least. That didn't mean Mr. Beckett agreed, though. Idly grabbing one of the t-shirts off the stack, he held it out with little in the way of theatrics. "Either way, seems you get this as a souvenir of your time. Enjoy."

As he saw another man in the queue for check-in dressed imeccably, Dorian felt a slight bit of sympathy. People really didn't seem to know what they were in for, coming here. Mysteriously large Ministry party for a new employee, and a hideous t-shirt that he was starting to wonder if everyone was going to be forced to wear. At least out here he wasn't bombarded by people wearing the thing. Just everyone finding out they were getting one of their very own. He raised an eyebrow slightly as the man approached him, however, and he got an even better look at his clothing. definitely didn't look like someone that would be happy about random t-shirts. "Of course, Mr. Johanssen," he said with a little nod, grey eyes scanning downward to the Ministry list and locating the name. "If you'd just step over here and through this, we can get you into the party," he continued, gesturing toward the scanner and snagging one of the t-shirts in one move. "And you also get this." Reaction inevitable. Once the design on said shirt was noticed, at least. He still was thankful the one he had to wear was mostly hidden.

Dorian had realized it seemed like a long time to locate Ms. Stimpson's name, but there were an awful lot of employees. With half of the checks and everything that had been going on, the list wasn't entirely organized by department, either. Loosely, but sometimes it took a few seconds. "Unfortunately, it can be," he agreed, glancing up to see her examining the t-shirt she'd been given. "Things all seem in the clear, though. And by orders of Lord Borr himself, it seems." It didn't look quite as extraordinarily odd as he would have thought over her dress, but it was still pretty ridiculous. He would have rather had the Minister herself tell them they had to inflict this on everyone, but it seemed things weren't quite running how they should.

Indeed we do!
 

Drago clicked his tongue in annoyance and stepped aside, as he figured he would have to. "Look, I don't want to be here anyway. Write me a script saying I'm a danger to the party and send me on my way. I'll be happy to leave." And then he would have an excuse for his boss on why he wasn't there.

Xander's attention was once more directed toward the security team when he heard a male voice speaking to him. " Of course," Xander agreed amicably when the somewhat soft spoken blond man indicated where he should go. Xander really just wanted to get into the festivities because...it was where he was most comfortable.

However, that was not going to be the case tonight. Johanssen's gaze slowly focused on the...shirt. His brows came together, his lips set into a line and he took it, trying not to look too repulsed.

It was hard.

" Thank you. Really." He said, shaking the shirt a bit in his hand as he walked forward into the scanning area. He just hoped this was over soon. And that he didn't have to wear the shirt. Ever.

He stepped through the scanner then turned to look over his shoulder, half expecting someone to say he had to wear the shirt and looking momentarily disturbed by the very thought. " Is that everything?" He inquired, one eyebrow raised.

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James watched the people in front of him being checked in by security. It all seemed frightfully well organised.

He blinked when he was addressed at last by a familiar looking officer, a hand reaching up to brush away a wisp of white blonde hair from his green eyes. “Greenwood, James.” He replied quietly in his usual polite manner.

For anyone
 

This seems to be a nice party. " It is not that way for J.J. Starr. No one seems to be talking to Joe Jon Montcenaggio. J.J. is looking for his wife Katalin. " Hopefully someone from his department or new person might talk to him.

Hey J.J have you seen Joey.So how you been he said with a smile.Holding the twins hands.well i have two take the twins everywhere now.they can't be kept out of sight when ryanne is sick.

My name is Nero James i work for Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures.

Done with this endeavor for the moment, Christelle eased her way through the crowd. If she had good hearing at all, that was definitely Lord Borr's voice she heard. A titter left her lips as she walked away, a faint sway in her hips.

Jaxton sighed, and nodded his head as he too recognised the rather obvious hint of irony. He shrugged his shoulders and dug his hands into his back pockets looking around for his I.D. "I know. I know... but every event needs to have its security team." The American said with a shrug of his shoulders.

A few seconds later, he pulled his hand out of his back left pocket and handed over his Security I.D. to the man who he recognised from going through the Security at the Ministry. "Busy today?" He asked, wondering silently why everyone would turn up - but knowing that it was because they had to. Oh well, here's hoping.

"Sakura. Mysteries."

Ren uttered to Security as he strolled through the check point without breaking his stride, the grotesque Borr t-shirt already worn under his leather jacket and fashioned to make it appear as a sweater vest. He was dedicated to the Cult with all his heart and soul but some things does still make him cringe--cheesy t-shirts being one of them.

But Borr being who he is and Ren being who he is thought it best to waltz along to the the song of the Walrus. At least for now.

His dark eyes flicked towards the Dias where the Big Man was, the booming voice unmistakeable (not to mention unavoidable). Looks like he got there just in time for the fun to begin.

" Well, Joey has been at Jason's castle and had been at our Villa" J.J. Starr told Nero." Well, can;t you find a babysiiter?" Joe Jon Montcenaggio asked Nero. " How about one of the children of the workers at the Ministry?" J.J. asked Nero

How about Rowan said Nero can tell her to come to cottage.I'm layed off but i need to seattle some things with the will.did you check in J.J they have to check you.

Ben nodded to the ID of Neil, writing down his name on the clip board. Ben then let out a laugh. Forgot he had one. The New Yorker proceeded to hand him his own T-shirt. "Yes, that will be it. Have a nice time."

Turning his attention to Christelle, he noticed her holding eye contact- Something Ben expected anyone representing Borr to do. Luckily, anyone trying to thwart Ben's mind would have a tough time doing so with sunglasses in the way. The Detective smirked to himself.

Then Christelle, kind of went off... He didn't exactly have time to respond- As he didn't know what to think of her... Was she trying to flirt with Ben? The man didn't get a chance to respond as she kept talking. So he mentally sighed it off. While she talked, he thought.

How could Borr's assistant know someone who was on their first day on the job? And-

Suddenly, his shoulder was being dusted. Holding in an amazed look, Ben simply added, "Of course, Ms. Rochebarron." Then she walked away... I'll need to talk to her... Find out more information about Borr. As as she talked to Neil, Ben watched; before turning his attention to more guests.


Ben took the ID. Everything checked out. He fake-smiled and handed her back her ID and a T-shirt before writing down her name. "Have a nice time!"

Ben raised his eyebrows. "Unfortunately, I can't just send you away. Now, you can either check in whatever you have with me, and then proceed into the party and be on your merry way. Or I can keep a hold of you, interrogate you as to why you brought this weapon here, send you to trial, and throw you in jail for 5-10 for attempted assassination." Ben was gonna give this guy the benefit of the doubt. He could tell the man wasn't going to kill Borr. "I'm just going to assume your job requires whatever you have."

Check. "Of course, Mr. Greenwood." He was on the list, and Ben could tell he wasn't lying. And honestly, The Detective was sick of looking at ID's. So he handed the man over one of the hideous rags. "Have a nice time!"

Oh, well Ben recognized this person immediately. "Hello, Mr. McLaughlin." He wrote down the shop-owner's name before handing over one of the blue menaces to society. "Have a good day!"

...And their assistant... Who was bored out of their mind. Once again, Ben held in a laugh as he was not the only one dreading this day. The Detective handed the shopkeep a T-shirt before marking down Colby's name. "Have a nice time, Mr. Formaggio."

"Very true," Ben said to his fellow American. The New Yorker waited for a moment as Jaxton found his ID. Looking it over, everything checked out. As Ben handed the ID back to the man, he said, "Of course! The entire ministry is here." That was obvious. The Detective marked down Jaxton's name before handing over a t-shirt and adding, "Have a good time." Fake smile... fake smile...

Mysteries... Shifty enough. Even more shifty when they are already sporting a Borr-ing t-****. Ben looked at the man through his sunglasses, recognizing his face while going through countless files of ministry members. There was no need to ID him... Or give him another T-shirt.

Meanwhile, Ben could hear Berty Bott yelling...My gosh... The rumors are true... it was breaking Ben's focus as he marked down Ren's name. "Have a nice time, Mr. Sakura."

Aidon noticed one of the security people walking up to him. He had asked him for his Ministry ID and the young man stared at him for a moment.
"Oh, right," he said. He had forgotten he had one in his pocket. Rummaging in the pocket of his robes, Aidon extracted the tiny ID card and held it up to the security guy. "Here you go." he smiled.

He rolled his eyes. "Are you sure? Please give me something so I can tell my boss I wasn't allowed. I don't care the reason. Look, I worked with the man in Hogwarts, and that's about as far as I care to know him."

Still, he begrudgingly took the sheath from his leg and held it out. The sheath was heavily warded for some reason, and yet the dagger within still reeked of eeriness.

"A man killed my wife with this dagger. The same one that killed my son, and injured my best friend. I used it to return the favor when he tried to kill me. I often forget I have it, and I do apologize for that. It's just... a reminder, to me. Of the time I failed to protect my family. That I should never let my guard down, lest I fail to protect whom I have left that is dear to me."

Aw yes! Bryce...sorta...knew this man. He was in Ollivanders. One that Colby had helped. Ben...something. Eh. "Hello." he greeted once more, all cheerful like of course, and with a nod of his head. Hmmm, yes, just the hello. The man didn't want to get this hard working fellow's name wrong.

Aaaaand...what was this? A t-shirt!! NO WAY! The picture may have been a little different and unique, but he would wear it. Blue was totally his color and all. Taking off his jacket as he waited for Colby to be checked in, he put the t-shirt on before putting his jacket back on. Mwaha! "You have a great day as well." he grinned before turning his attention to Mr. Grumpy Gills over here.

"C'mon. I think...I think I hear singing." Awful singing. They were totally missing the party!

" Joey has been at Jason's castle and at our Villa" J.J. Starr told Nero. " I have been fine, just waiting for my new assignment" Joe Jon Montcenaggio said to Nero. " I can help you with the twins right now" J.J. explained to Joey.

Well look who it was. The ministry dude that needed a special license for the wand Colby helped him get. Is this the kind of job that was required of him that he needed a second wand for? Not a very intimidating job... handing out a shirt that looks like someone threw up all over it.

Taking the disgusting looking thing Colby threw it over his shoulder. That was the closest he was getting to wearing that thing. "Right, a nice time." He was sure he was not going to have a nice time here. A nice time would be spending the evening with Hadley, not some over grown buffoon who thinks he is superior to everyone around him.

Rolling his eyes as he looked back at Bryce wearing that ridiculous looking shirt he couldn't help but laugh. "And you wonder why you're still a single man. You'll never find a woman when you're dresses like that." He really should give his friend pointers on how to dress to impress.

Singing. Bryce better not think Colby was going to join in any singing here. Raise or no raise he was not about to do anything at this party other than grace them with his presence. "Oh yes, let's go see what's going on. Wouldn't want to miss out on anyone making a fool of themselves." Actually, that he wouldn't mind doing. It would make this meaningless party at least a little fun.