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Anna Banana · 12-19-2010, 05:48 PM

GULPING GARGOYLES!

A bit confused on the plot? Seen some mysterious happenings going on and curious as to what it's all about? What in the world is going on in the Ministry of Magic RPG? Here's where you can catch up on all the happenings around the Ministry of Magic. If you have something to add that relates to employees in general, mysterious happenings around the Ministry, and isn't a personal roleplay, please feel free to post about it in here. Double posting is okay in this space. There definitely is a place to post all about your personal roleplays, though! Those type discussions can go here, in the Wizarding World Chat.

For summaries of past Ministry terms, be sure to check out the Interdepartmental Flying Memos!

Remember that this thread is OOC knowledge only unless your character heard this information from others or witnessed the actual event, your character doesn't know about it.

What do I do if there's no activity or plotting in my department?
It's possible that there may not be a plot or organized roleplay happening in your department each and every day. What we're hoping is that you'll take the opportunity to create your own roleplays (within reason), whether they be work-related or something personal to your character. Nothing happening on your level? Then roleplay something happening! No drama or nothing to take part in? Create something! There's many different threads in your department and around the Ministry that you're free to explore and create roleplays in! You are also encouraged to contact your department head with ideas and concepts!

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Current Ministry of Magic RPG Staff
Ministry of Magic Admin: sweetpinkpixie
Minister for Magic: Charles Hollingberry (sweetpinkpixie)
Head of Magical Law Enforcement [DMLE]: Franklin Paton (Zoe)
Head of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes [DMAC]: ---- (Nordic Witch)
Head of Ecological Regulation and Protection [DERP]: Violet Fawley (Nordic Witch)
Head of International Magical Cooperation [DIMC]: Isaek Edelbach (Charely Potter)
Head of Magical Transportation [DMT]: Almer Toots (Zoe)
Head of Magical Games and Sports [DMGS]: Firash Grunt (Charely Potter)
Head of Mysteries [DoM]: Airey Flamsteed (sweetpinkpixie)

BanaBatGirl · 05-24-2020, 04:51 AM

HELLO! It's me, your favorite Ministry stalker/reporter! Here with an important update on the probable kidnapping and who knows what else of Alexa Cambridge, Head of Department of Magical Law Enforcement!

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Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo

What day was it?

Alexa had lost all sense of time and her mind wasn't too far behind but she wouldn't let it. Somehow, she had to find a way to escape. She had a daughter to get home to, a family that would no doubt be worried and she had a job to do.

While most of her spirit had indeed been crushed, her drive to see her child had kept her going and today was no different....except it was.

This didn't sound like anywhere they'd kept her. There were other voices. It sounded like a public place. It was now or never so Alexa gathered all her strength, knowing she could be heard.

"HELP!"

Cambridge appears to have escaped her abduction from Azkaban but may be in need of further assistance, as she is currently calling for help in the Twisting Alleyway of Knockturn Alley. Will she find the help she is looking for, or will her captors realize she has escaped?

Tune in this time next week for a very important update! ~~I hope!~~

Felixir · 05-27-2020, 04:25 PM

Curiouser and curiouser

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

He had one job. While no simple a task considering the records upon records of cataloging and artifacts to be found within the Chamber of Codes, there was no denying that it was in here somewhere. Traditional methods of persuasion were proving futile, which only added to the man's unrest as he entered on this day with one hand shoved into his pocket where his thumb traced over the smooth surface of the object his his pocket.

If there was anyone who could do this it should be the department head for the Department of Mysteries.

Continuing his search from last time, he marched over to the announcement tome and began flipping through it idly for and clues in its records about what may have been moved around and where.

**The Announcer** · 06-18-2020, 02:04 AM

Who: All new and returning Ministry employees (plus one's allowed)
When: Sunday, January 8th @ 5 pm
Where: Level 4 Greenhouses

We look forward to seeing you there!

*Nordic Witch* · 06-26-2020, 04:34 AM

The corpse flower is starting to blooooooooooom!

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Originally Posted by The Announcer

Did it just get warmer in here?

It did!

Which means the show was starting. The heat increase was especially noticeable the closer to the star attraction you are. A few other details also signaled that the plant of the hour was starting to bloom.

The red ‘skirt’ of the plant began to fold down looking very much like a deep red and glistening, a raw steak. Oddly enough, the chemicals produced by the corpse flower vary in range. At first, you may smell the faint scent of jasmine. But soon, pungent smells begin filling the room.

Perhaps to you it smells like a funky cheese? Rotting garlic? The Sulphur of rotten eggs?

BanaBatGirl · 07-15-2020, 02:16 PM

THE BRITISH MINISTRY OF MAGIC
cordially invites you to attend

The Trial of Jack Roller
happening now in Courtroom 10.

Members of the press and the general public are welcome to attend this open court.
Please enter through the visitor's entrance and have your wand weighed by security.

sweetpinkpixie · 07-20-2020, 06:22 AM

in reference to the above, here are the details on Roller :

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

No, the man was certainly not getting enough sleep. His longest stretches of the coveted necessity were between meetings and breaks every 50 pages of paperwork. The Minister took a moment to meet each juror's gaze as they agreed to their oaths and then found himself holding his breath as Jack Roller was brought out...only to groan on his next inhale at the accused's next words.

"Mr. Roller, you waived your right to further representation," the Minister reminded him while withholding his sigh. "Let the record reflect that Mr. Roller waived his right to further representation under British Wizarding Law." His gaze shifted briefly over to dear sweet Alphonsine and he felt his insides calm a bit more, his lips almost even twisting into a smile of sorts. Her presence had been so soothing since her appointment on level one and he appreciated their tea breaks that always seemed to come when his mind was the most awake and frantic. She knew just the things to say to put him at ease. Her presence and overall aura reminded him very much of January, particularly in the last year.

"Mr. Roller. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury. The defendant has been charged with multiple counts of theft during the Quidditch World Cup, one count of illegal tempering of a bludger during the Quidditch World Cup final match, multiple counts of illegal gambling, multiple counts of selling stolen goods, multiple counts of identity theft from the Department of International Magical Cooperation including passports and visas, multiple counts of distributing personal identifying information for unlawful purpose with Azkaban escapees still at large, the kidnapping of Alexa Cambridge, and for the orchestration of the mass breakout at Azkaban Prison which resulted in the serious injury of many of this governments citizens and the death of Clementine Harper." He paused to take a breath as he recalled the elderly witch who had run the now destroyed butterbeer cart on the South Side of the Alley. "...the death YATI Bradley Spooner, several missing persons, and amassing over 25,000 galleons worth of damages and stolen earnings from the establishments and residents of Diagon Alley." Charles paused yet again to take a breath and then shifted his piercing yet foggy blue eyes over to Roller again. "How do you plead?"

Krel Ansell · 07-29-2020, 12:53 PM

Well that was unexpected!

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Originally Posted by The Announcer

Noises were coming down the hallway outside of Courtroom 10. At first, the ruckus likely only drew the attention of those sitting closest to the doors. It sounded like angry footsteps and muffled orders. Who could possibly be making such a racket while an important trial was going on?

Just after the piece of paper hit Rosier in the arm, the doors to the courtroom burst open and the lights in the room went out!

A green light split the room, accompanied by a rushing sound that muffled a dull thud.

Darkness swallowed up the green light and just as suddenly as the lights went out, they flickered back to life.

In the middle of the courtroom Jack Roller lay crumbled on the floor like a discarded rag doll.

Felixir · 08-16-2020, 01:54 AM

super suspect

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

No, it certainly was not - as he had had to read countless times over the course of the term while feigning interest and intellect until he could consult his expert on the subject. It was all dragging out the other extractions, however, which had put himself in a bit of hot water - hence the urgency of today in making progress with this particular search. If today was once again fruitless...it was going to be a long night for his expert.

The itching of the cheek persisted, his nails almost digging into his cheek now while the young Unspeakable pushed with his questions. However, the man had a bit of a change of heart. Perhaps he could use the one. "Have you ever taken an inventory before?" he questioned skeptically with a cursory glance over towards Mr. Truebridge. "If not, I suppose today is your lucky day as you will be learning on the fly. You can start with that box over there." One of his fingers from the hand that had been scratching his cheek pointed towards one on the floor, a bit of skin caught beneath his finger nails unknowingly.

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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl

Sure, Davie had done inventories before. He had worked in the student potions lab back in his uni days, mostly as a volunteer, but would often volunteer to organize the latest shipments of ingredients. He had also kept his ailing grandfather's lab in order, before the man passed it on to him. He was looking forward to this task, and obediently moved to the box on the floor, following the pointed finger.

He looked up at the man, but wasn't alarmed by Flamsteed's face until he saw the scratch (or was it a gash?!) on his cheek. "Professor!" Davie gasped at him. He couldn't help it, but the sight of the sudden gash had startled him! He shook his head and looked away respectfully, calmly stating, "You're bleeding, sir, there on your cheek."

Er. Surely he had a pocket square to press against that spot. Did he have eczema or something? David's brows knitted in concern as he glanced back at the man. Was this what aging was like? He wanted to stare but also didn't want to get caught staring, so he looked back to the box he was assigned to, and kneeled down properly now to try to get a look at the runes on it.

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

Was that exclamation of professor meant to be one of mock offense at the query? That was how the department head was taking to it initially...until the Unspeakable went on to say that he was bleeding?! His eyes widening a bit, though one of his lids seemed to droop a bit as wax may over the rim of a lit candle, he pressed his entire palm to his cheek and pulled away to see there was no blood at all on his cheek. However, there was an absolutely unsavory looking strip of skin stuck to his fingers that had him shoving up his sleeve and checking the absolutely ridiculous sundial watch he was forced to use. "This absurd thing," he groaned as he yanked the sleeve back down and then urgently began patting his pockets until his brows arched and he turned his back to Mr. Truebridge.

How could he have lost track of time like that?

Retrieving a phial from the expansive enchanted breast pocket of the suit jacket, Airey quickly downed its content and grimaced with tense shoulders as the potion began taking its effect.

AlwaysSnapesGirl · 09-05-2020, 12:30 AM

Hmmmmm

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Originally Posted by Lucien Rosier

Having his sister in her new role had been an unwelcome change at first, as it deviated greatly from the plan. But as the months smoothly rolled past and she became more and more needed, Lucien began to see the silver lining in things. Now they were able to use her access to further the cause.

Slipping past her, where she was keeping watch for the night patrol, and into the office of the senior undersecretary, he flicked his wand into his hand and began tapping the panels on the walls, searching for the correct one that led directly into Hollingberry's. He needed to hurry; according to his sources, the feast had just ended and Trent would be on his way to his office now. The man had established a pathetic tradition of teaching the very first class early on the very first day of school. Why?

Timing meant everything for this evening to work. He exhaled, his nostrils flaring, as he angrily tapped and tapped on the wall, and then, at last, discovered the hidden door. Finally. Lucien silently edged through into the next room and immediately made for the fireplace.

He'd been quick and he'd been silent, and soon there would be no trace at all that he'd ever been in the British Ministry of Magic.

Felixir · 09-08-2020, 03:10 AM

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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl

When David Octavius Truebridge set his mind to a task, or to not do a task, he did not budge. Like a stone sinking to the bottom of a river, he was not easily deterred from his course. He was, however, a thinker, who typically thought through all courses of action before deciding on one over the other. He was a thinker who did not think Professor Airey Flamsteed, owner of Pebbles, former Astronut, Admiral, and fanatic for all things Star Trax (was that the right program), was also a student of.... American poetry?

David tore his eyes away from the ceiling just in time to watch Flamsteed cast something toward the door, then brandish his wand on him. There was more than one thing wrong with this picture.

"I'll take the one less traveled by," he stated calmly, flicking his own wand into his hand to prepare for the worst.

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

David Truebridge had no idea who he was attempting to meddle with, literally. His lips curled into a nasty smirk while his shoulders hunched a bit. The road less traveled, he had said? Such irony as their cause had been met with so much resistance and strife. This young Unspeakable was not taking the road less traveled by but merely deepening the foot steps of his predecessors. Though he very much doubted that the young man could put up the same sort of fight as the one the astronomer fought on the daily.

Another chat that would need to happen soon.

Saying nothing more, his arm moved swift and true as he launched an invisible and silent assault on the naive boy. His mind focused and honed in, he overwhelmingly poured himself into the Imperius Curse and held steady for it to take control.

One way or another, just as he had warned, the chest would be opened.

Krel Ansell · 09-10-2020, 04:23 PM

Look out peoples!

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Originally Posted by Azkaban Escapees

This looked like at fun event to attend. Slinking mostly unnoticed the man dressed in all black with the greasy hair looked around before heading to the food stands. The lines were too long so he took the nearest person's food and walked off to see what else was going on.

All the people enjoying there day, it made him sick so soon his wand was out and sparks were sent towards the horses on the ground which spooked them and sent them running in all directions. 'Now this is what I call fun"

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Originally Posted by The Announcer

Stampede!

Neighs, whinnies and the sudden, frenzied rush of flapping wings filled the stadium as many of the horses spooked. A few reared, front legs slashing at the air. Some took flight in a rush to escape the red sparks that had been shot their way. One rushed towards Kalen, Anna and Raju only to turn at the last moment upon hearing Victoria’s announcement deciding to head straight towards the department head.

Another horse had taken off in a panicked gallop heading straight towards the food tents. A wing caught the fabric, pulling it along with the horse as he ran on, trying to get away from the sparks. Horse and half of the food tent headed straight for Patrick and Delyth

kayquilz · 09-10-2020, 11:47 PM

um....welp. THIS is happening in the Mismatched Seating...

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Originally Posted by The Announcer

After a lot of screeching and squawking, the owl managed to flutter its way into this niche corner of the Ministry. Not many owls came here but this seemed to be urgent, since the receiver of the letter it was delivering was in this very room.

The owl dropped the letter on the receiver's lap before swooping up again. Instead of flying off, the owl started fluttering around the room as wildly as possible, almost as if it were trying to grab the attention of the people in the room. On top of this, it opened its beak and started its series of squawks and screeches. Even worse, there was something coming out of its other end. Something far worse than noise.

Have you brought an umbrella with you? You might need one.

**The Announcer** · 10-17-2020, 09:46 PM

Who: All new and returning Ministry employees (plus one's allowed)
When: Saturday, January 20th @ 6 pm
Where: The Atrium

We look forward to seeing you there!

CruppieMom89 · 10-21-2020, 12:59 PM

Something fishy happening in the Hall of Prophecy...

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Originally Posted by The Announcer

Ah, but the Unspeakable would have been mistaken in thinking she was entirely alone in the Hall of Prophecy.

Heavy steps echoed throughout not five minutes after the woman had left, though it would be a grave error to assume there was any Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum-ing going on around here. Or was it?

A mass in the dark, a dull thud to a shelf, the ping of orbs striking the ground and rolling along it, the crunch of those same orbs shattering as it was crushed beneath those same heavy feet...

Zoe · 10-25-2020, 12:04 AM

Hmm... doesn't seem like we'll be having a low-key masquerade ball.

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Originally Posted by The Announcer

Had someone caught a cold? It was hard to tell with all the paper faces on parade, but there was a dull sort of wheeze coming from somewhere. Difficult if not downright impossible to hear over the sound of the music, it was infrequent enough that one could easily ignore it.

One thing that may be a little more difficult to ignore was how foot prints began to fade into existence around the far perimeter of the Atrium nearest the floos. Haphazard sorts of footprints found in a sparkly green dust and accompanying smoke that creeped its way along the floor.

*Nordic Witch* · 10-25-2020, 08:00 AM

Something is going on in the prophecy hall too...

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Originally Posted by The Announcer

Yes, Homenum Revelio was a wise first move. The bread and butter to an Unspeakable when it came to security on Level 9. One pitfall of the spell was that it was only efficient on other human presences.

There was nothing to be discovered without venturing further inside. In fact, the heavy footsteps seemed to be moving further and further away...deeper inside...

Krel Ansell · 10-29-2020, 10:27 PM

Ut oh....the floos exploded:

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Originally Posted by The Announcer

Spells would reveal no invisible human presence in the atrium at this time, so perhaps it would be a small consolation to know that there were no sinister persons disillusioned or otherwise cloaked in illusion. But the smoke and soot did continue catch on the shoes and garments of the guest, swishing and swirling it around the atrium. And as each new guest arrived, so too did the sound intensify.

And then, suddenly, it was as though someone had closed the chimney. Billowing thick black and dark emerald smoke and soot began spewing out of each of the flows. It's consistency like a rancid split pea soup and smell not much better. It was almost like someone had dropped several tons of Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder. Visibility entirely gone for nearly a minute, the dust and soot settled and coated guest, decoration, and floor alike. Which may not be so bad considering the emerald sparkle to it all...though all did look as though they had been rolling around in a fireplace for half an hour.

It was clear what had been happened: the floo networks had once again failed, exploded, and ejected used floo powder and ash.

Krel Ansell · 11-09-2020, 03:29 PM

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

Charles had been sitting up in his private office, hands in his face, and yet another mountain of paperwork laid out before him. The most prominent was a particular garnet colored piece of paper that he still had not been able to bring himself to sign. He had discussed the matter in great length with his team and the reports he received from Sian and Bain could not be disputed. Alphonsine had been particularly patient and nurturing with him and looking at the evidence clearly laid out in front of him. It was her words that echoed in his head as he picked up a quill and dipped it into the well, the last signature required to seal the magical contract.

Signing and rubbing his face one more, The Minister received the alert that Kendra had arrived and it was with a groan that he pushed himself to his feet. Paper in hand, he descended the stairs down and appeared through one of the numerous hidden doorways. His chest felt heavy and drained. "Kendra," he smiled weakly and with a sadness to his eyes. "Thank you for coming in. I...I will make this brief..."

He stepped towards her some more, his posture straighter and harsher than usual, and offered the slip of paper to her.

Zoe · 11-16-2020, 01:57 AM

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

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Originally Posted by Bain Goldwasser

He was quite aware that he had starled the young lady. He had that effect on many people, especially those who did not pay attention to their surroundings. ”Perhaps that was the artist’s intention?” he asked. His dark eyes remained on the statue, hands clasped behind his back. He was silent for a moment giving her a chance to contemplate the question. When he continued, his tone had an ardent energy. "The negative space invokes the importance and significance of the subject. While the possitive regresses some of the lesser figures into the background. Have you ever looked at it from above?”

He turned to face the young woman, catching her name on her visitor’s badge. Good, she had been checked in correctly. It appeared that the Security team was performing their jobs correctly. If only he could say the same about his Aurors. ”Phora. You aren’t perchance related to Conley Phora?” There seemed to be some sort of family resemblance. Something around the eyes.

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Originally Posted by Bain Goldwasser

”I can see the family resemblance,” he said casually. His eyes lingered near her collar, or perhaps he was looking at her earrings. ”Your family used to be a member of the Sacred Twenty-Eight am I correct?” He tapped his chest where her visitor’s badge was located. It was missing her destination. Perhaps his team wasn’t doing such a good job after all. ”May I ask what business you have here tonight Ms. Phora?"

”Healer Rastrick,” He turned to the man who had just approached them. If he remembered correctly, this was the healer he had run into at orientation. ”Not particularly. I enjoy more… rubicund beverages.” He smiled at the young man. It was a tight lipped smile, the type that didn't show teeth. ”But I'm afraid it's a little to early in the day for that sort of thing. I am glad you ran into you. I would like to say thank you for your help with the orientation debacle.” He feigned a sweep of the Atrium with his eyes. ”They did an exceptional job cleaning up the mess.”

sweetpinkpixie · 11-23-2020, 12:54 AM

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Originally Posted by emjay

It was early on the first day after the disastrous masquerade ball when Kendra made her way to the Minister's office. She had stopped into her own office first to check that everything was in order before heading to Level One.

Kendra hadn't gotten much sleep the night before, the tiredness probably contributing to her mood. She stayed late, securing all the fireplaces and helped maintenance clean up the entire atrium. But she'd run the gamut of emotions - frustrated, mentally exhausted, and apprehensive. Her irritability this morning didn't help as she remembered the previous evening. The worst part - as bad as the failing floos were - was the way Charles screamed at her. No matter how bad things were, she found that unacceptable. But she still knew she was responsible as she oversaw transportation and she mentally prepared herself for pleading her case. And anything else that might come of it.

She knew that Charles was already expecting her as she took a seat in the waiting room outside his office. Had his decorating taste always been so gaudy? Or did someone pick out this decor for him? Never mind. Kendra tried to clear her mind as she waited to be seen.

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

Charles had been sitting up in his private office, hands in his face, and yet another mountain of paperwork laid out before him. The most prominent was a particular garnet colored piece of paper that he still had not been able to bring himself to sign. He had discussed the matter in great length with his team and the reports he received from Sian and Bain could not be disputed. Alphonsine had been particularly patient and nurturing with him and looking at the evidence clearly laid out in front of him. It was her words that echoed in his head as he picked up a quill and dipped it into the well, the last signature required to seal the magical contract.

Signing and rubbing his face one more, The Minister received the alert that Kendra had arrived and it was with a groan that he pushed himself to his feet. Paper in hand, he descended the stairs down and appeared through one of the numerous hidden doorways. His chest felt heavy and drained. "Kendra," he smiled weakly and with a sadness to his eyes. "Thank you for coming in. I...I will make this brief..."

He stepped towards her some more, his posture straighter and harsher than usual, and offered the slip of paper to her.

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Originally Posted by emjay

Clearing her mind had proven to be difficult however. Kendra kept playing the events of the night before over and over in her mind, as well as trying to mentally compose the words she was going to say to Charles in defense of herself and her department. And although she kept her outwardly composure, she was a mess on the inside. She didn't really have a defense, just what sounded like excuses. Kendra knew that her team continually tried to manage and fix the problems that the Ministry kept having in regards to the floos and lifts, but the fact was, they kept running into the same problems with little results. And then last night's disaster.

She was so consumed by these thoughts that she almost didn't hear Charles enter the room, until... he was there. "Minister.." she greeted in return as she stood from her seat. She was about to say more, when he handed her a piece of paper. "What's this?" she asked as her eyes skimmed the first few words. But she knew. Was this really happening?

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

Sighing heavily, his hand did not drop even after she had taken the notice from him. His stomach churned and he felt the blood rushing away from his face, and from his heart, to the effect that it was numbing. In some ways, it made this easier. In other ways it felt disrespectful to Kendra and to this administration.

Speaking of disrespectful.

"I should not have behaved as I did at the ball. For that, my temper...raising my voice...and treating you as such in a public setting is inexcusable..." he spoke as evenly as possible, the remorse palatable and adding to the tension seizing his office. His eyes even seemed to go out of focus for a moment, almost as though a rehearsed mantra of someone else had taken over as his lips continued moving. "...but my hands are tied, Kendra. This has gone on for entirely too long and someone could have perished because of those floos that night. The public are outraged. Our employees do not trust you nor your leadership. You are no longer a department head of this Ministry...effective immediately."

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Originally Posted by emjay

While a part of her heard his apology - or what she would have normally taken as an apology - Kendra's attention was focused on the words of the paper in her hands. Fired. She was really being fired over this. And even though she knew she shouldn't be surprised considering the continued malfunctions that she knew the entirety of the Ministry was tired of, she was stunned.

But it wasn't until Charles continued that she looked up and spoke somewhat bitterly. "They don't trust my leadership?" That stung. But perhaps he was right. Someone would have to take responsibility. But she wasn't so sure she was to blame. She knew there was something wrong that she couldn't quite explain.

"Fine, Charles, if that's what you wish," she began, pushing the emotion from her voice, knowing there was no use in arguing. In fact, she was quite defeated over the entire ordeal of the past couple years. "But you must know that there is something very wrong with this situation. Neither myself nor my team is incompetent and we've consistently worked towards resolving these continued issues. Magic doesn't just fail so considerably." She stopped short of calling it sabotage because... well, she didn't have any proof of that.

"You wouldn't have hired me if you thought me so incompetent," she added pointedly. And then, before she would turn to leave, "I'll await your owl with details of my severance package." At least that would soften the blow some, but she wasn't going to make a fuss about his dismissing her. She was much more dignified than that.

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

Despite hearing the words leave his mouth, they still sounded and felt like someone else's. It was a truly horrendous situation. One which Charles yearned to remove himself from. But he had relinquished such luxury a long time ago.

"Neither Bain, Sian, nor Eliora have found any evidence of tampering," he frowned as his shoulders became more tense and his posture straightened further. That was all he was at liberty to say on the subject and under these conditions. He was, regrettable, now speaking to a former employee and therefore certain topics were no longer negotiable.

Otherwise, the Minister remained silent. Though he did stand as a formality of respect, hands clasped behind his back, as Kendra dismissed herself. He could only bring himself to nod at her words. He had done what had to be done. For the greater good.

Zoe · 11-23-2020, 06:10 PM

Guess who's replaced Kendra...

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Originally Posted by Simone Krafft

It had taken her a little more time than she would have liked to get to the department. Security and clearances and all that jazz had annoyed her more than anything. She would have assumed they would have realized who they were talking to but it didn't matter they would soon enough. Taking her time to find the department Simone had stopped off on a few levels just to look around. There was nothing wrong with eyeing fellow department heads and getting to know the place.

Now that she was at the transportation office Simone was ready to get down to business. Heading in she stopped quickly eyeing the people hanging around. Instead of going right up to them to see what they were doing Simone decided to hang back and listen, she had always found you could learn so much more listening than placing yourself into an already made conversation.

BanaBatGirl · 12-09-2020, 01:58 AM

Someone seems awfully attached to their wand, if you know what I mean. If you don't, see here:

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

Feathers? Cotton?

What kind of circus was this Ministry running?

Though the man had little time to dwell on his annoyance with golem situation and instead his icy blue eyes drifted down to the wand in his hand. In just on spell and one go he had taken down the magical entity that appeared to have been fortified by the kinetic magical forces clinging to the air of this department. And while he cared not for the shattered orbs, the one Unspeakable's question did provoke another curiosity.

With an almost bored air about him, the department head gave his wand another tight flourish and cast Reparo upon the shattered pieces of orb at his feet...and to his astonishment saw that the shards and tendrils of smoke reversed course and drew together once more so that the floor was not littered with prophecy records. "These will all need returned to their shelves," he directed calmly, his eyes lingering only for a moment on the floor before returning to the wand which he then nuzzled against his cheek and promptly returned it to his enchanted breast pocket. "I will attend to the rest on my way out. I expect everything back on the shelves and recatalogued by the end of the day if you lot expect to keep your jobs."

As for the rock golem itself and why it was here, he cared not. The wand in his possession could make quick work of anything else that may manifest itself here. A wand he had every intention of keeping for himself. No need to hand it over to Lucien now. The wand was his own.

"Get to it," he growled, snapping his head around as a final warning to the assembled Unspeakables before beginning his exit and brandishing his wand here and there to repair any other shattered orbs that may be on the floor.

Felixir · 12-20-2020, 06:25 PM

From the Level 10 Corridor

(filed under: things that are not at all suspicious or concerning but uhhh actually uhhhhhhhhhh)

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

The department head had mulled things over to an excruciating degree and come up with a detailed and methodical plan that would give him everything he had ever desired. Now he just needed her to join him, not as his right hand or minion but as his equal. Something that Lucien could never provide them and the whole organization were fools to think otherwise. So he had sent Alphonsine a codded message to meet him here so he could unveil his intentions and finally sway her.

She had to see the reason. She had to.

And with the wand in his possession now, safely tucked in his enchanted breast pocket, he was the most powerful wizard in the world.

Pacing back and forth before the doors into the courtroom...he waited.

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Originally Posted by Alphonsine Rosier

Finally. This was hardly their first meeting and she doubted it would be their last, but Alphonsine was pleased to get this particular message. Perhaps there was something about the way it was worded, but she was certain that he had to have found it. And it was about time.

She had grown very impatient, even if she knew the wait would be worth it. But now, she had a renewed sense of purpose when she made her way down to Level 10, making sure no one was following her. Quiet as a cat, she approached the department head, a soft, mysterious smile playing at her lips.

"You wanted to see me?"

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

Pulling a flask from his enchanted breast pocket, the department head twisted off the cap and held it to his lips...only to find its contents empty. No matter. This meeting should not take long and then he could replenish his supply back in the office. He had just tucked it back safely into his suit when he felt a shift in the air and a smile crept across his lips. He had always been sensitive to her presence, ever since they were children, and today he could feel her breath even before her figure appeared around the corner.

Stunning and beautiful, a true enchantress in every sense of the word.

I always want to see you, was what he wished to say to her as she spoke but instead a different series of words slipped through his lips. "Yes," he whispered, his tone almost possessive as he spoke. "But not out here."

Silently he pulled open the door to the courtroom ten and ushered her in with his other hand.

Zoe · 12-22-2020, 04:06 AM

Bain in Malkin's...

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Originally Posted by Bain Goldwasser

His teams had been useless. Both of them completely useless. The one trashing the alley and the one he was overseeing in the Ministry. If he were honest, keeping them apart while making it look like he was doing his job had been exhausting. As was behaving himself around the ministry.

But his useless second team had searched everywhere in the Alley and they hadn't found it. He knew it had to be in the Alley somewhere. There was no where else it could be. No where else with enough enchantments to mask it's magical properties. Which was why he was standing in front of Malkin's. It was the one place his people hadn't been able to get into to search. There always seemed to be someone here and so - it was left up to him to find a way to search it.

As he had been warned, it seemed someone was still here, despite it be being late and dark outside. He unlocked the door and stepped inside. "Hello?" he called. If someone was here, it was perhaps best that he announce his presence and keep this as official as possible.

Krel Ansell · 12-30-2020, 04:46 AM

Um...

who is Sebastijan?

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Originally Posted by Alphonsine Rosier

Alphonsine let out a soft gasp as he produced the wand from his pocket. Was this really the very wand of history and legend? The Elder Wand? She could hardly believe the very thing they'd been searching for was, at long last, in their possession. But this had to be it. She could practically feel the power emanating from it.

"It was worth it though. It will all be worth it in the end," she said with a growing smile as her hand tentatively reached out towards the wand. The name was inconsequential as were the things they'd had to do until now. The things they had yet to do.

But she withdrew her hand suddenly as the man continued and she took a step backwards as her eyes snapped to his. "Sebastijan. What are you saying?" He couldn't possibly be implying they go rogue? It would undermine everything they'd worked so hard for, no. No. She could not allow their plans to go any further astray. He could not do this to her. To them.

Alphonsine could hear the desperation in his voice and she looked to the wand again, his fingers tightly coiled around it now. He wanted to keep the wand for himself. Its power. She shook her head and met his eyes again, the dark eyes she'd known for years. "No. The mission must go on as planned. It's for the greater good!" she insisted, her own voice growing emotional.

"Give me the wand." But...if it answered only to him...

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