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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?
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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 · 12-30-2020, 06:33 PM

UMMMM YOU GUYS!!!!!!!!

I think this is important!!!!!!!!!

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Originally Posted by Bain Goldwasser

He had picked up every single out of season piece of clothing only to be disappointed. He was starting to get angry and could now understand why his team had trashed the other stores. Perhaps his intuition was wrong. Or was his lintel faulty? Because if it wasn't here in this store, then it couldn't be in the alley.

He was just about to walk out of the room when he paused and looked up. A box hidden in the shadowy corner of the top shelf caught his attention. He pulled out his cypress wand and pointed it at the box. "Accio box." It floated down from the top and he plucked it out of the air. As his long pale fingers closed around the dusty cardboard he could tell this was it, what he had spent the better part of a year trying to find. He let himself smile, long teeth on full display as he ripped open the cardboard.

A sense of pride and fulfillment, flooded him as he pulled a fluid-like silky, silvery material out of the box. He shook it out as the box fell to the floor. A quick inspection showed no rips, not tears, no worn spots. It wasn’t faded, even though it looked ancient.

He'd found it! In his hands he held the The Cloak of Invisibility. The third and final Deathly Hallows.

BanaBatGirl · 01-03-2021, 04:24 PM

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

It was uncomfortable and the itch continued to persist, now turning some of his blonde locks dark and with a slight curl to it. Curls that used to bounce so carefreely as he, Alphonsine, and Lucien played in the yard. Lucien always the leader. Always. Sebastijan always the follower. Always the one who was told what to do. Now...no one would be telling him what to do. He held the power and it was right here in his hand. He could practically hear its heart beating against his palm as is sync with his own, drumming wildly as his eyes became even more menacing as he stepped closer to her despite her retracted steps.

"We don't need him, Alphonsine! I can do what Lucien has done. I can lead. I can finish the mission! The Neo-Alliance would be nothing without my contributions" He who had done all the brewing and ensured the supplies were constantly flowing, cutting deals on the Black Market and leaving no trail for Law Enforcement to follow. His hands were already dirty, blood stained, and if he could accomplish all this without the Elder Wand then there was no stopping him now that it was in his possession. "I did it all for you, Alphonsine! It has always been all for you!" His steps were aggressive now, closing the distance between them even more as his face continued to morph and disfigure between two separate identities.

But his step faltered when she demanded the wand and his lips twitched into a small snarl. "The wand is mine." And for emphasis he even raised it, pointing it at her...his love. The woman he would do anything for. "Join me...Alphonsine..."

His thoughts darkened further and they briefly glanced from her to the wand. He could do it...he could make her join his side and then she would see. Then she would understand...

His eyes moved back to her with a renewed sense of purpose and torment.

"...Alphonsine..."

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Originally Posted by Alphonsine Rosier

Alphonsine's head was growing cloudier, making it difficult to think straight. She counted on Sebastijan. He was an integral part of their mission, an integral part of the Neo-Alliance, but this was a betrayal. All of their plans were beginning to unravel because of this want for power overtaking him and she could not allow that. There was too much at stake!

"We do need him! Lucien is holding us all together!" There was no mistaking the emotion in her voice now. And though she would agree that Sebastijan's contributions were essential, she wouldn't dream of betraying her brother. He was the leader they needed.

"Don't do this, Sebastijan." Alphonsine held his gaze, even as he advanced and pointed his wand at her. The change in his expression and in his voice was frightening, still she believed that he'd never harm her. But even in her heightened emotional state, she knew what she had to do. The hardest part of this mission yet.

And when he took his eyes off her for just a moment, she stealthily reached for her wand. It was a small, graceful motion, one that she hoped he hadn't seen. "I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice hitching in her throat. "It's for the greater good."

And with one swift motion, Alphonsine pointed her wand and a green flash shot out at him as she cried, "Avada Kedavra!"

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

No. NO. She was wrong. Gravely mistaken. They didn't need Lucien. It did not have to her brother. It didn't! Why couldn't she see that? Why could she not see that he too was perfectly capable of handling this? That he could lead them all into their new era just as well as anyone else, stronger even!

He was so desperate, so caught up in his own agenda, that he failed to noticed the changes in her features. The way her breaking heart was reflected in her beautiful brown eyes. Instead he was taking a stride closer and his lips pursing in anticipation of casting his own spell.

But then...a flash of green light, blinding and horrifying, and then ... nothing.

His eyes widened and there was the betrayal of a small boy plastered across his face, innocent and completely in shock...and in the blink of an eye gone. His body crumbled to the ground unmoving and on his back, his face a gruesome twist between Airey Flamsteed and a bearded man.

A single tear fighting for the chance to trickle down his cheek.

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Originally Posted by The Announcer

Dead.

The Killing Curse had struck true and square to the man's chest. A precision that would have been impossible to avoid given the pair's close quarters. The wand in the man's possession remained held tightly within his curled fingers...although it's allegiance had now shifted. It just needed plucking from its former master's grip.

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Originally Posted by Alphonsine Rosier

Alphonsine was caught between instant regret and knowing that this was the very thing that she had to do. If only there had been another way. But she knew that the power of the elder wand had taken control of Sebastijan's mind and they could not stray from their plans. They were too important! And after everything they had gone through...

....heartbreak was an understatement though.

As soon as the words of the killing curse left her lips, Alphonsine saw the glimpse of the little boy she once knew, the shock and betrayal on his face, causing her to choke back a sob. "I'm so sorry," she whispered once again, tears falling from her eyes in sync with her wand falling from her hand and the man in front of her falling to the floor.

She dropped to her knees and covered her face with her hands as she sobbed into them. It had been so much easier the last time this needed to be done here in the courtrooms. But Jack Roller had been of little consequence to her. He was just a pawn in their mission and he'd served his purpose until they didn't need him anymore. But it was different, harder, this time.

Still, it had been necessary. Alphonsine took a moment to compose herself, wiping the stray tears from her eyes before looking upon the face of the fallen man. It was twisted now, but she could still recognize the face of the man she knew. Gently, she laid her hand at the side of his face and leaned down to softly kiss his forehead. "Thank you for your service."

But her eyes soon fell to the wand still in his hands. Alphonsine paused only a beat before uncurling his fingers and retrieving the wand for herself. For herself. It was hers now, wasn't it? She won its allegiance. Alphonsine looked at the wand a long moment, her own fingers travelling along the length of it as she admired its beauty and the power within. Gripping the wand tightly, she looked back at the fallen Sebastijan again and then the door and then the dead man.

She could not leave him like this. She wouldn't. But there was something else she needed to do first. She plucked something from the man's pocket, an ornate mirror, and smiled her mysterious, yet devious smile into it, looking upon the image of a man where there should be a reflection. "Don't worry, Airey. We still have use for you yet."

Then, using the elder wand in her hand, she transfigured the man lying dead on the ground into a rat, a dead one of course, but a rat none the less. Alphonsine marveled at the power that flowed through the wand as she'd used it for that convenient little piece of magic. No wonder Sebastijan had coveted it. But she quickly picked up the minimized body and placed him into her bag for safekeeping, along with the mirror, before unsecuring the wards from the doors and slipping out. She had a few loose ends to tie up now, but she needed to tell Lucien!

Thus ends the reign of Sebastijan "Airey Flamsteed" Grimmson.

Stay tuned to find out .... how Alphonsine was talking to the real Airey?

kayquilz · 01-05-2021, 12:31 AM

Has anyone else been RELIGIOUSLY stalking this RP like me? Because wow I am on the EDGE OF MY SEAT.

SPOILER!!: Bain vs. Fletcher

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Originally Posted by Bain Goldwasser

Still energized by his brief conversion with Alana Potter, Bain made his way to Fletcher's office. But it seemed that Fletcher was busy. He knocked on the door with a knuckle and cleared his throat. "Fletcher, do you have a moment?" he asked in his gruff voice. "I don't mean to intrude, but I have few things I'd like to discuss with you."

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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl

....this was a good point. Charles was infinitely more busy than Fletcher and even more fond of Alphonsine than he was, though they both appreciated different sides of her, one could say.

He opened his mouth to say something along those lines when there was a knock at the door. Fletcher was torn between feeling pride for the speed with which Kodee got the door and amusement at how, exactly, he did so. He stifled a huge grin and beckoned for Kodee to open the door. "We'll finish talking about this later... yeah, let Goldwasser in."

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Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo

Later? As in...not now? As in....at some other time which was not in the moment? This was not where he thought this was going, especially not when he was SO sure they were about to get somewhere. They were getting so close he could almost taste the Friday afternoon lunches. This Goldwasser bloke had, hands down, the worst timing in existence.

Trying to hide his disappointment, Kodee turned and yanked the door open again.

"He's in, you can enter."

Even in the MIDST of his ABSOLUTE let down. Kodee Chosen was still a good almost soon to be PA again.

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Originally Posted by Bain Goldwasser

The door had been shut.

No -

Slammed in his face.

His fingers, which had been reaching into his jacket pocket for a lollipop closed around the sweet and squeezed. There was a faint crunch as the hard candy splintered. He lips, which were almost always in a perpetual scowl behind his mustache, were pressed into a thin line. Who the hell did that person think he was to slam a door in his face?

He pulled his fist out of his pocket and was about to bang on the door again when it reopened. "Oh, can I?!" He let the pieces of red candy fall to the ground as he opened his fist and walked into the office past the man as if he wasn't important. Because he wasn't.

"Fletcher," he barked."We need to talk." He stormed towards the man's desk where he dropped a personnel file baring Fletcher's name on the man's desk.. The file was peppered with yellow and blue post-it sticky notes. A few bits of the crushed sucker stuck to the file.

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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl

Heh heh heh, Kodee had really done a number on Goldwasser....... but this wasn't the first angry person Fletcher had seen in this office. Though perhaps he did come bearing a more important message than Mr.... what's-his-name, Draper, was it? Pushing those thoughts aside, Fletcher sat up in his chair, his brow furrowing as HIS personnel file landed on the desk.

"How'd you get this?" he demanded in return. "That's MY file, from MY floor." Fletcher glanced from trying to read the post-its upside down toward Bain's angry face. "What are you doing with it?"

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Originally Posted by Bain Goldwasser

"My job," he said curtly. He tapped the personnel file with a long pale finger. "Everyone hired for a ministry job is subject to a basic background investigation of their criminal and credit histories to ensure that all ministry employees are “reliable, trustworthy, of good conduct and character, and loyal to the Ministry.” He had been reviewing all the department heads files, not just Fletcher's. From what he had found, he didn't think anyone had actually conducted a background check before half the department heads were hired.

He was still scowling as he spun the file around and flipped it open. "There seem to be a few discrepancies between your application and your background check." He paused at this point although he had absolutely no qualms about discussing matters in front of Fletcher's underlings. It was, after all, not his reputation that was in question.

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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl

Fletcher's tan face may have paled slightly at Goldwasser's little speech. But he didn't flinch. Not yet.

"And?" He stared, unblinking, at the law enforcement head, not looking at the file yet. "Any....discrepancies would have been when I was underage, and therefore, should not have been subject to the results of your little background check."

Curiosity killed the cat, though, and Fletcher couldn't resist leaning forward to glance at what page Goldwasser had dug up. He was silent for a moment, and then spoke with a slightly more ~~whiny~~ hesitant tone. "Personnel files belong on Level One," he insisted again, clearing his throat as he read the note on this particular page. "And anyway, that was an isolated incident. I'm THE Triwizard Tournament champion. A former cursebreaker for Gringotts. An independent business owner in Diagon Alley." He was bristling now.

"Clearly I have good conduct and character. Good enough for Charles to trust me." Why was he defending himself to this prat? Fletcher flipped the file closed with a glare.

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Originally Posted by Bain Goldwasser

"Do you now Fletcher?" he asked, eyebrows raising almost into his hairline. "You think your reputation is so spotless that Hollingberry isn't going to care that the simplest things with your background check don't add up? Things like location of birth? Or should we talk about the names listed on your birth certificate?" He was trying very hard not to let his satisfaction show, although his black eyes were big, the pupils wide and that was hard to hide. Fletcher sincerely looked worried and it had been a long time since he'd been allowed to bring about the reaction in someone.

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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl

Fletcher didn't really know what to say to that. His mouth hung open just slightly. Did Goldwasser know more about his background and heritage than he did?!

"You have my birth certificate?" No, he didn't... he didn't want to see that. He didn't care. Those days of finding his birth parents were long gone and dusted, just a small footnote in his autobiography. "I have nothing to do with that. Obviously. I only know what my so-called father told me." He crossed his legs in a defensive posture, the foot on the ground jiggling slightly with uncertainty.

He was certain Goldwasser did not have enough to bring to Charles's attention. And Charles wouldn't care. They were close! Friends, even! He had officiated Fletcher's wedding, for Merlin's sake! Fletcher let a long pause follow before he added, "What is your point, Goldwasser?"

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Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo

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Kodee just...kinda...stood there...off to the side...watching this whole thing go down while wondering what to do. He wasn't PA yet...but he was standing here...and this was getting hella tense. You could cut the room in half with a steak knife. Wait. That didn't seem right.

AnYwAy.

"Coffee?" He tried. Whatever was happening, the bossman wasn't looking happy about it and this was getting real serious. "Tea? Sandwiches?"

Anything?

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Originally Posted by Bain Goldwasser

"My point," he closed up the file and picked it back up. "Is - if you lied about something as simple as your name and your place of birth. What else are you hiding? What else am I going to find if I look deeper into your time at Gringotts?" There had been, if Fletcher had been sharp enough to see it, a post-it note with one word on it "Veela." ”Or the books at Paradise Piercing? And your family tree? BOTH of your family trees? I'm sure there's a simple explanation as to why you were such a late bloomer in the magic department. Tends to happen to those whose family’s lines have been muddied. Tell me, is your daughter having similar issues?"

He turned to look at the man who had slammed the door in his face. "No," he snapped. If he remembered correctly, this man also had similar discrepancies in his personnel file. He'd deal with him later. "You can get out.”

Basically....Bain Goldwasser has dug up some things Fletcher is not sure he wants dug up???? And there's an insinuation that there's...some NON-MAGIC folk up the line, or so Goldwasser thinks.....

*STROKES CHIN*

Felixir · 01-06-2021, 05:07 PM

I suppose this is that ~use~ they have for Airey

he's a puppet now

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

Did you ever have the sensation of feeling trapped in your own body? It was curious just how much Airey Flamsteed could relate to the sensation these days. Looking in the mirror and seeing his hollowed features and more slender features did that. Though, everything did that these days. Even the simple task of walking from Level 9 all the way down to the floo network to confirm with Simone did that. It was a task, a performance, he wanted no part in...but he truly had no choice in the matter. There was no brightness to his eyes but an unspoken torture to their emptiness.

"Simone," he greeted cordially. "The results are back. Cross examined with all the previous ones. No irregularities have been found." His movements were a bit robotic, something which would go unnoticed by the Unspeakable who barely received any kind of acknowledgement, and at one point it even looked like one of his fingers had twitched in an unnatural direction. "He will be pleased with this news...and what of the lifts?"

Waddles · 01-07-2021, 03:45 AM

I don't know much about the Minister but I am suspicious of anyone who says Trent is fine and it's "for the greater good"

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Originally Posted by Tegz

"It isn't that, Charles." Talia didn't quite cut him off, she respected the man far too much to do so, but the look he was giving her was so at odds with how she felt right now and what was going on that she couldn't entertain it for a second. Before continuing she cast muffliato around their table, not willing to take chances.

"That man is not my husband." A pause. She rolled her wand on the table beneath her fingertips. "I am not speaking in metaphors, I mean literally. Something is very wrong, and I don't know where Kai is or what happened to him, but whoever is the headmaster at Hogwarts is not him and hasn't been for a long time." This past year in particular had been a nightmare, Talia wondering if she was crazy, and then connecting the dots together, and knowing that most people would never believe her. Then at the forefront, concern for her children, and of course all the other children at that school.

Making it obvious that she knew to whoever this imposter was seemed like a bad choice, something that might put her at risk too, but especially put Kai at risk of he was..... still alive at all. Tally took a deep breath. He surely was, as a source for the constant polyjuicing that was happening, Kai had to be alive, didn't he?

"Whatever is going on, it has to be connected with that Azkaban break out, and those kidnappings. Perhaps there were even more kidnappings that happened at that same time that were never discovered. That graffiti that the new outlets reported on. Maybe the floo network being a mess is related too. I expect there are other things that the ministry is keeping quiet that I don't know about. I don't know, Charles, but it's big, whatever this is. And you're probably in danger yourself." At least he seemed to be himself still, it was a stark contrast to how Kai was.

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

Oh? No romantic get away and him the honor of baby sitting privileges? Charles feigned a lack of disappointment and instead continued to give Talia his undivided attention. Though his heart lamented for her. It could be so difficult when the fairy tale romance began crumbling from the inside. Though creating such an elaborate conspiracy theory, one that she was implying was all happening right under his nose and him utterly blind to all of it... it was upsetting. Particularly when she insulted the integrity of his Ministry.

"Your husband and I have been in constant contact, Talia," he assured her. "As we always have." Though Alphonsine did handle a lot of the communications these days to free Charles up for more important matters, he did still get opportunity to consult the man on more serious topics. "Nothing out of the ordinary and certainly nothing that would tie him to Azkaban. That is a cold trail, my dear. My regret is that Roller was assassinated right there in my Ministry." Guilty as the man may be, he did not deserve such a demise. "I have also been assured by my new head of Magical Transportation that a solution is coming with the floo networks and an estimate to have them all up and running well before the New Year." He regretted greatly letting Kendra go, though Simone had delivered on every task...just as Alphonsine had assured him she would.

He reached over and lay one of his weary hands atop her own and affectionately brushed his thumb over the back of her hand as a father might do while lulling a child to sleep, the twinkle in his eyes sincere as he spoke and fully believed everything he said. "I am in no danger. Everything is fine. All things are as they should be, for the greater good."

Felixir · 01-11-2021, 03:36 AM

New era for wizardingkind! How promising!

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

presents

Wizarding Wireless Network News | Episode 456 | 30 September 2103

Citizens of the wizarding United Kingdom, good evening. This is your Minister, Charles Hollingberry, speaking on behalf of this special installment of the Wizarding Wireless Network News.

Today I am pleased to report that thanks to the efforts of Magical Transportation department head Simone Krafft and Magical Accidents and Catastrophes department head Sian Llewellyn and their respective teams the previous hindrances plaguing the functionality of your Ministry have finally been put to rest. All floo networks in and out are fully operational, as are the lifts within the Ministry. We are also in the process of returning all owls to the Owl Post as their services within the Ministry are no longer required with the Interdepartmental memos now functioning as they should. With all of the escaped Azkaban prisoners accounted for, Bain Goldwasser the head of Magical Law Enforcement has turned his attentions to ensuring that all Ministry employees are reliable, trustworthy, of good conduct and character, and loyal to the Ministry. We at your Ministry of Magic look forward to being even more productive in the coming year of 2104 now that the purity of our institutions has been solidified.

In other prosperous developments, Hogwarts Headmaster Malachi Trent along with the Hogwarts Board of Governors have begun the implementation of a new, rigorous and refined curriculum at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It will usher in a new era for all wizardingkind. Save for the Minister’s Office, all communications to and from Hogwarts have been temporarily suspended to permit students to focus their efforts on their studies.

As a grandfather with my own granddaughter at Hogwarts, a thriving sixth year if I may mention, I understand how upsetting and frustrating this situation must be for all the families and loved ones. We, Headmaster Trent and myself, implore you to understand that this period of isolation is all for the greater good and any inconvenience caused will be repaid a hundredfold in the benefits for our wizarding youth and the greater wizarding population. Rest assured that your children are in capable hands that wish nothing more than for the prosperity of our wizarding youth.

To close out this broadcast, please indulge me as always while I recount a bit of historic trivia regarding the office of Minister for Magic. This evening we will be taking a peek at Millicent Bagnold who served the office of Minister from 1980 - 1990. A pureblood witch renowned for being a very capable leader. Her tenure is most remembered for taking place during the end of the first wizarding war. Bagnold had to answer to the International Confederation of Wizards for the number of breaches of the International Statute of Secrecy on the day and night following Harry Potter’s survival of Lord Voldemort’s attack. Her extravagant displays of breathtaking magic were reported as mere meteor showers by muggle news papers. She acquitted herself magnificently with the now infamous words: ‘I assert our inalienable right to party.’ Which is really rather delightful if I do say so myself.

This has been your Minister for Magic, Charles Hollingberry. Good evening and goodnight!

Krel Ansell · 01-16-2021, 10:47 PM

Umm...what's up with Goldwasser's teeth?

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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl

The leaning was intimidating; Fletcher would not lie to himself about that. He couldn't take his eyes off Bain's mouth. For some reason, the Glitterpuff was suddenly feeling like Little Red Riding Hood when the wolf threw off her grandmother's clothing.

"My, my, what big teeth you have...." he murmured, his eyebrows knitting together as some sort of lightbulb appeared to go on in his brain. He. Couldn't. Stop. Staring. His tongue ran over his own teeth, as though he were mentally comparing them to Bain's. "You can have whatever you want," Fletcher murmured, managing to tear his eyes away at last. He felt shocked and powerless, like he'd just wrestled a shark and lost an arm in the battle. "Just leave my family out of it."

Only his wife was a pureblood, anyway. Is that why Bain was interested in bloodlines so much? The lightbulb in his mind grew in brightness, until it was close to bursting. He stood up from his desk and paced behind it, certain he was thisclose to saying something stupid. He didn't like this. He didn't like not being in control in his own office.

"Are we done here?" Fletcher's wand hand was itching to throw open the door and toss Bain out.

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Originally Posted by Bain Goldwasser

All the better to eat you with, he was very tempted to reply. But Rosier would not appreciate him laying all his cards on the table. Especially when it seemed his point had been made. Bain was no fool and Fletcher certainly seemed bright enough to have put two and two together. Especially with the way the Senior Undersecretary's tongue was playing over his own teeth.

Bain's smile broadened, fully showing off his fangs as Bain watched Fletcher pace back and forth. His dark eyes narrowed like a cat stalking a bird in the brush. "We are," he said straightening. "For now." At the door to the office he paused. "You might want to warn your staff that slamming doors in people's faces is...impolite." Did he understand the incongruity of this statement? Yes, he certainly did and it amused him to no end as he walked out.

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Also that's a shine badge you got there Fletcher

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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl

Good, good. Good boy, Scott. Fletcher liked him, did he know that? He approved of him, even if (so far) the younger man had a more rigid view of 'law and order' and 'right and wrong' and other silly phrases Fletcher had never paid much attention to.

"That's up to you," he murmured in reply, keeping things vague while he stuck one hand in the pocket of his blazer, rooting around for something. "It would be best if you could get close to him, but if not.... just keep your eyes and ears open. Keep yourself safe, first and foremost. Don't do anything rash because we'll be needing you later, in one piece, preferably...."

He trailed off as his hand closed around what he'd been looking for, and he pulled it out of his pocket. "Check this out. New lapel pins for everyone, coming soon to a Ministry near you." Fletcher opened his hand, offering the shiny metallic pin to Scott in his palm, the Ministry logo sparkling in the light of the technology lounge.

kayquilz · 01-27-2021, 01:17 AM

So...there's going to be a...Genealogical Investigations team, now???? whatever that means...does NOT sound GOOD

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Originally Posted by Bain Goldwasser

This one was a real chatterbox. It made him wonder if Ferguson could keep his mouth shut. Besides the Security Officer wasn’t really telling him anything that he didn’t already know about Fletcher. In fact, he had recently just played most of these cards against Feltcher when he visited the man’s office.

The boxes though, that was new…

He reached into a drawer and tossed a sucker Ferguson’s way. It was red, and while it was very similar to the one he was currently sucking on, it had come from Sian’s stash and there was no way he would have eaten it. ”I would like those names.” And he’d also like to know what’s being delivered in those boxes, but that could wait. He swiveled his chair a little. ”It would come in handy for the new Genealogical Investigations team you’ll be joining.”

Felixir · 02-01-2021, 04:13 AM

OKAY BUT. veiled words and meanings and actions and Minister Hollingberry being all kinds of out of sorts

not to be dramatic or anything but I think this RP broke my entire soul

SPOILER!!: earlier posts/rest of the meeting in here ALL VERY RELEVANT. ALL THE WORST.

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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl

Fletcher let himself into Charles' office, as usual, settling into a corner of the couch with a sigh. He had three pieces of paper under his arm: one transcript of a recent radio broadcast, this morning's Daily Prophet, and a bit of the Muggle morning newspaper printed off the Internets. He'd had to gather these artifacts himself as, for some reason, his personal assistant was absent, and his backup personal assistant (aka, Kodee) was actually doing his real job for a change.

Hmmph.

Curiouser and curiouser, things were getting around here, and Fletcher couldn't hesitate any longer in addressing them with Charles. He flapped open the Daily Prophet to read while he waited for the Minister to appear; a bit of a habit of his, now, you could say.

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

His brain in a bit of a fog as of late, Charles had taken to jotting down to-do lists more and more often. While there was always a schedule with which he kept to, tasks of course included in those, the Minister found himself with additional tasks that were more...off the record, so to speak. One of which he had the feeling he was meant to discuss with Fletcher while another part of him said he was not meant to at all.

With his own set of documents in hand, mostly the standard review of the day features he and his Senior Undersecretary went over on the norm, Charles descended from his more private quarters and emerged from one of the many secret entries. He had a cup of tea in hand, as always, though it lacked a certain finesse that came from the ones Alphonsine so affectionately made for him. It just was not the same.

"Fletcher, my boy," he smiled as he emerged, his steps still a little sluggish but with more of a twinkle to his eye at the moment. "Have you helped yourself to any of the yogurt covered raisins yet?"

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Uh, what?

Twitching his newspaper aside, Fletcher felt like he was living in a pensieve memory as Charles shuffled in, looking even older and more tired than always, and talking about those damn yogurt-covered raisins again. But perhaps the Minister was just teasing him. "Always with the raisins," he murmured in reply, folding his newspaper up with a half-sad, half-bemused smile.

And, for the record, no, he still had not tried them. Fletcher was just fine and regular without the aid of raisins OR prunes, for anyone wondering. He didn't even LIKE raisins but had never said so out of respect for Charles.

He waited a moment to see if Charles would select a seat, casually asking, "How are you doing today?" Just had to gauge the temperature (and temperament) of the room. He did recall, after all, a bit of heat from the Minister not so long ago when he met with a different department head... and then proceeded to fire her. Fletcher had no wish to be next.

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Tsking a bit as he selected one from the bowl and settled into a seat, Charles carefully untied the ribbon and set it on the coffee table in front of him. "Because they are an absolute delight. Seem to be quite the hard sell though. Perhaps I should ask Sian for something from her pantry. No matter. More for me then," he chuckled a bit as he poured the contents out into his palm and popped one into his mouth.

"I'm quite well," he nodded to his Senior Undersecretary, even if he may not particularly look it. More and more these days he was looking his age. "Lamenting missing tea time with Alphonsine today. I do enjoy our chats. You have quite the lovely assistant there Fletcher. We were right in promoting her."

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Fletcher tried to refrain from rolling his eyes, though, to tell the truth, "I heard Sian has quite the sweet tooth," he admitted, dragging out the Irishness of her name, "though I haven't been to her floor in a while." Why should he? The floos were working again, the lifts too, even the memos. Fletcher didn't have as many excuses to go stretch his legs as he would have liked, what with everything functioning and all. He did, however, have a small problem even his personal assistant couldn't fix.

He nodded, genuinely happy Charles was well. But.

"Speaking of," he segued into his first ~~line of questioning~~ query for Charles, "Where has Alphonsine been? Did you grant her a leave of absence?" He was frowning, obviously, as he said this. He didn't disagree about promoting her; she was, ah, a sight for sore eyes around here. But she had definitely taken more to Charles than to Fletcher, and the Senior Undersecretary had never been able to figure out why.....

Could Charles spill the tea, please?

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Such a boisterous young woman, in some ways Charles found himself and Sian to be rather akin in personality. A certain sweet tooth included. "No? A pity. Though I suppose I do keep you terribly busy. You do such good work this Ministry, Fletcher. For our people. For me." And with that, Charles leaned forward a bit with his none raisin hand to lay one of his more frail than usual hands upon the Senior Undersecretary's shoulder. "I'll pick you up something from her bowl the next time I am making my rounds," he added with a bit of a wink.

Despite it all, Charles did still try to visit each level whenever he could.

Fingers coiling around the [s]old[/] young man's shoulders for an affectionate sort of squeeze, the Minister leaned back in his seat and returned to his yogurt covered raisins. "A family emergency," he lamented. "Seemed in such a terrible rush and beyond keen to depart as quickly as possible..." He trailed off, as though thinking some incredibly deep thought. A thought, or thoughts, that seemed to take him out of the office for a couple of seconds before he was pulled back in and his eyes refocused - though the twinkle had faded somewhat. "She will be back as soon as the situation is handled."

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Fletcher felt himself warming slightly at the Minister's compliment. He absorbed it with a small smile which... slowly, very slowly, faded into a frown when he saw Charles's sad, wrinkly hand in that familiar place on his shoulder. "Are you---" he started to say out of concern, before he heard the last bit of the Minister's sentence, and swiftly changed topics, "---trying to wreck my diet, sir?" He chuckled ~~fakely~~. "You know you don't have to do that; Jessa keeps me on a short leash around sugar....." and other temptations, to be sure.

Fletcher tried to keep things light, he really did, but Charles was definitely off from his usual boisterous banter. Look at him, staring off into space there. Where had his mind gone for that whole minute??? He nodded only once at the answer about Alphonsine, hardly buying it, and decided to continue their meeting. "Speaking of her, though, did she help you write this before she took off?"

Again, his tone was nothing but warm and maybe a little curious as he produced the radio transcript, passing it to Charles, casual as could be. "I'm just a little hurt, sir, that you didn't give me a heads-up about these changes at Hogwarts...." You know, since THE MINISTER'S OFFICE included an entire division about wizarding education.

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Charles let are a hearty chuckle at Fletcher's words and his frail hand gave that sturdy shoulder another squeeze and a firm pat pat before finally retracting his hand. And another yogurt covered raisin into his mouth. "Nothing wrong with a little indulgence every now and then, my boy. I promise I won't tell the Misses. Though, speaking of, I do hope the pair of you will be over again for the holidays. I'll be inviting Kaiser as well and me gran---" He trailed off a moment, recalling somberly the truth that little Becky would not be home for the holidays. His own daughter, sons, and son-in-law had been incessant about these changes and he was uncertain if they would be in attendance this year. " ---son will be back in town as well. Though he has yet to RSVP." His weary eyes glanced over at the exploded remains of red parchment that had once been a howler.

Eiji had...taken to rather spirited means of getting his point across. Many had, in fact, and he was struggling to help them understand the greater good of the situation.

The Minister's attention grabbed once more, his eyes refocused on the paper before him and he patted his pockets for his reading black rimmed spectacles. He paused again for another moment while looking it over and nodded his head in agreement...and yet... "No," he responded with a faint smile. "I took care of this matter by myself. I particularly enjoy the history dive. I'm debating between Eugenia Jenkins and Nobby Leach for the next broadcast, though I find myself favoring Leach." He paused to stroke his chin, his scruff becoming a bit untamed as of late. Perhaps he should just give in and grow a proper beard. His gaze lifted again, his eyes warm and apologetic, though with a thick layer of confusion clouding them. "But I had. During one of our meetings prior to the broadcast. We were sitting right here, in fact." Perhaps he had been overworking Fletcher to have his Senior Undersecretary forget such an urgent summons.

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And then sometimes Charles acted like nothing was wrong, nothing at all, like he was back to his old self. Fletcher responded quickly to the extended invitation, with a, "No yeah, of course we'll come. I'm looking forward to seeing... er, Eiji, again?" That was the sulking grandkid's name, wasn't it? He was sure he'd met them all at one point or another, and had heard more than enough stories, to boot.

But anyway, the holidays were something to look forward to. This conversation was not.

Did Charles not know by now that history was not Fletcher's best subject? Transfiguration was. That was what he was looking for. Hang on, no it wasn't. Now Fletcher was the one getting distracted and confused by the Minister's babbling.

"Er, no I wasn't, sir." He shook his head politely but quite firmly, his chesnut hair gleaming with each shake. "I promise you that it was brand-new information. I didn't even know you were doing a broadcast until I heard it at home." Both he and his wife had been taken by surprise, and then relieved that Dunk wasn't school age yet.

He had to make certain the Minister understood, so he added, "We've gotten a lot of letters about your broadcast, Charles." This was very serious. No Glitterpuff gigglypuff chuckles or anything. "I had no idea this was coming down the pipeline." To borrow a Muggle expression, and then another: It was like his office had been caught with their pants on the ground.

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His smile was still well defined despite all his creases, ones that seemed to grow deeper by the day when he was in the right lighting. "Eiji. Yes." Charles cast another glance towards the deceased howlers and sighed heavily. Perhaps Missa could convince his grandson to still come to the holiday gathering unless she had forsaken him as well. "I will be delighted to have you in attendance."

He supposed he would have to mull over his next choice on his own then, which was no bother to him and one of the easier choices he faced in the coming days. With new legislation and law proposals to look over, the Minister had a lot on his plate and it was not looking like much of a vacation in his future. All for the greater good, he had to remind himself.

But what Fletcher said next truly had the man befuddled and his fatigued fingers rubbed his brow as though coaxing the memory to come to the surface. No, he was certain they had had this conversation. Right here. He could see it all so clearly in his head but he also knew that Fletcher was a man of many things but not one who would lie to his Minister. To Charles. The distress showed on his face as well and he his neck sunk into his shoulders a bit as he leaned back into a sloppy position on his couch. "It is not kind to tease an old man, Fletcher," he chuckled warily and busied his mouth with the remaining raisins in his hand all at once.

Though he had hardly begun to chew as another heavy sigh left his lips and he nodded. "Howlers as well, which hardly give me time to offer a reply as they destroy themselves upon delivery. Terribly impossible to have a conversation when it is one sided." He straightened his posture a bit as a wave of resolve washed over him and he reached up to tighten his tie somewhat. "I wish I could assist them in seeing what it is we...I see," he paused a moment, turning his head curiously at the slip of pronouns there. Peculiar. "They will simply need time. It is an adjustment everyone will come to accept with time. They'll understand as I do that it is all for the greater good." He paused and leaned forward once more, a hand planted firmly on Fletcher's shoulder that felt less paternal and more desperate. Perhaps even pleading. "For the greater good, Fletcher."

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Alright, great. Fletcher was making a mental note of it to tell Jessa now.

He... he wasn't teasing, he really wasn't. Fletcher thought all this was too serious for jokes. For once, he was probably looking like he was closer to 50 than 30 (which was true, but which he would always deny), what with all of Charles' old-fashioned lamps (such poor lighting) and the worry lines all around his eyes (again, in denial about those).

Fletcher watched the raisins disappear into Charles's mouth, his worry deepening as the man spoke, and... and there it was again, that damned phrase. For the greater good. Fletcher was obviously frowning and thinking over what Charles had said, so the hand on his shoulder, the desperate hand, almost made him jump.

He looked up at the Minister, feeling an urgent desire to flee for some reason, and then that desire giving way to another idea. "I... I understand," he replied carefully, gathering his thoughts and his things now. "It's a shame our meeting is ending now," he added, standing up with his papers under his arm, edging for the door. "I know the greater good is such a valuable mission." Sure, sure it was. Out of all the people in this office, Fletcher perhaps knew best when to lie and when not to.

Now was one of the former times.

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Whatever had come over Charles in those lingering moments his hand was on Fletcher's shoulder was gone as the Minister blinked. Two more blinks and his hand was retracting and the man himself leaning back in his seat as he watched his Senior Undersecretary began to collect his things to...leave. It felt as though the meeting had only just begun, but Charles has been feeling as though time were slipping away from him more and more these days. Perhaps his age was finally starting to show.

"The most valuable," he pressed while watching at the other man began moving towards the door. His expression vacant for a few counts as remained seated, he soon was leaning over and pinching the bridge of his nose as though nursing a headache. It was only for a few moments, however, and soon the man was on his feet as well and moving towards Fletcher with some urgency. Enough so that he beat Fletcher to the door and took a hold of the handle first before shifting his weight so he could turn and look to the Senior Undersecretary. "...I am trusting you to do the right thing, Fletcher," he said firmly before pulling the door open slowly, though as he turned to look to the brunette his expression was almost vibrant and glossy, as though someone had struck him with a Cheering Charm. "I need you on my side, my boy."

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The meeting had, in fact, just begun, but Fletcher was testing how far Charles was gone, and as it turned out....

...it was maybe worse than he'd thought. The sudden movement to the door almost made Fletcher lose his footing; he was just taken by surprise. He caught himself, though, before he properly tripped, making it look like he'd just needed to check something in the papers in his hand first. Really, he was reading the brightness on Charles's face. A strange look, to be sure, which also tugged gently at his heart for a moment.

"I am on your side, Charles," he replied honestly, vehemently, with certain words accented for certain reasons there. A loaded answer, but an honest one, definitely. He paused as though thinking of something else to add so that the Minister would be properly placated and move away from the door, his mind landing on a recent phrase Charles himself had just said. "I'm off to do the right thing for the greater good, sir."

Of course, it meant something different when he said it, but same application, it sounded fine, all that. Yada yada. Fletcher waited patiently for Charles to move, all with a calm expression.

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The Minister's face was truly going through a journey of emotional expression, though now it seemed to have finally settled on something neutral. Something in Fletcher's reassurance of the greater good seemed to placate whatever he had been in silent combat with. "Perfect," he nodded with a smile that did not quite reach the eyes. "I'll be sending you details for the holidays soon as well."

And with that, Charles stepped aside and held the door open for Fletcher to leave and tend to the important matters. "Be seeing you, my boy" he chortled weakly while giving his Senior Undersecretary a couple of pat pats between the shoulders. And with that meeting adjourned, he had some more paperwork to tend to, specifically regarding some renovations to the Ministry in the coming year, and another broadcast to put together.

AlwaysSnapesGirl · 02-08-2021, 12:31 AM

The Ministry is being renovated, the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery is being reversed in the new year, and the Improper Use of Magic Office will have a new purpose...

Very ominous

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presents

Wizarding Wireless Network News | Episode 489 | 16 December 2103

Citizens of the wizarding United Kingdom, good evening. This is your Minister, Charles Hollingberry, speaking on behalf of this holiday installment of the Wizarding Wireless Network News. We at the Ministry understand that the season this year may feel more melancholy in light of the necessary changes at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I would once again like to extend a benevolent hand of gratitude to all of you for your patience and continued understanding during these times as we endeavour to continue our work for the greater good of all wizardingkind.

In the coming weeks, the Ministry itself will be experiencing renovations and a redesign to bring it in line with the times. All these exciting refurbishments will be revealed at our annual beginning of the year gala to be hosted in the Atrium. So I do ask all personnel listening in this evening to be mindful of where they step and to do their best to not get in the way of the design teams as they move about. They should not interfere with the continued work you put into our great nation.

As a holiday gift to the present and future of our sovereign state, we at the Ministry are pleased to inform the public the reversal of the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery will be taking place precisely at the moment the Great Bell strikes midnight on the first of January 2104. Changes to newly invigorate the Improper Use of Magic Office and turn its purpose on its head will likewise be rolled out under the leadership of Magical Law Enforcement department head, Bain Goldwasser.

A new era of freedom is upon us and you are free to stay turned to the Wizarding Wireless Network for its 4 hour long block featuring a festive medley of holidays tunes! I suggest listening over a warm piping mug of apple cider like I myself will be doing. Good evening, goodnight, and happy holidays!

**The Announcer** · 02-17-2021, 05:59 AM

URGENT NOTICE FOR
THE DEPARTMENT FOR THE
CONTROL & REGULATION OF
MAGICAL CREATURES EMPLOYEES

It’s all hands on deck as a distress call patronus has been sent out from the Hogwarts field trip to the Dragon Reserve and ALL employees regardless of their role in the department are encouraged to participate in the restraint and containment effort of the reserve's dragons. We are opening up this opportunity and not restricting it to just those officially placed in the Ministry of Magic RPG. If you have a character on your roster who works for the Ministry in this department, this opportunity is for you!

Before posting, make sure you have read ALL posts in the thread to ensure you have the full picture and handle on the situation OOC. You can post arriving via portkey (your employee would have been given an emergency portkey) and then just jump right into the action!

sweetpinkpixie · 02-18-2021, 01:58 AM

Who: All new and returning Ministry employees (plus one's allowed)
When: FRIDAY, January 11th @ 6 pm
..............this event is set on January 11, 2104 - the SAME day as the Dragon Reserve field trip.
..............All Creatures employees would have been ordered to fall back and return to the Ministry for this mandatory event
..............other than Creatures employees others are VERY unlikely to know the events of the field trip IC ❤
Where: The Atrium

welcome to a new era

Felixir · 02-23-2021, 05:52 PM

soooooooooo... Mr-The-Minister made a teeny tiny not at all concerning speech at the gala

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TING TING TING.

Moving to the small stage beside the enchanted instruments (which ceased their playing as he lifted his hand towards them), Charles pulled the note cards out finally...but ultimately gave them very little time. The words were already in his head and had been, there was no need for him to refresh himself.

“Pardon the interruption, friends and colleagues! If you all could please ensure you have a bit of bubbly in hand...yes? Excellent!” Charles’ jovial voice boomed across the Atrium, his eyes twinkling and a pleasant grandfatherly sort of smile in place. His fingers coiled over the lion head atop his cane and wiggled it a bit into a more comfortable position as he looked over the crowd. His shoulders rolled and his chessed puffed out, but as his gazed shifted among the crowd ...the twinkle in his eyes faded. “I would just like to take a moment to welcome, WELCOME, one and all to what is sure to be another PROSPEROUS year at the Ministry of Magic! The improvements to the Atrium which currently surround you all - such delightful feasts for the eyes, are they not? - now are only the beginning as we step out of the shadows and into the light as a wizarding nation. Let us lift our glasses and offer a toast to the future of our wizarding world, to the freedom to be ourselves, and our contributions to the Neo Alliance with which we stand. May this new era shine eternal like the Gubraithian Fire above us! To the greater good!”

And with that, Charles lifted his glass just a bit higher to toast both to the crowd and once more to the Dark wizard who has appeared on the tapestries once again. His hand shook and there was some strain to his moments as he next lifted the glass to his lips and took a deep sip.

kayquilz · 02-28-2021, 10:39 PM

LOTS of things happened at the gala, but here is a highlight from this past OOC week that is...concerning. Where did the Doctor and Milo ....disappear to??? *EYES EMOJI*

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He should have set a tongue locking curse on the old man he was currently holding, but as he was a little preoccupied with Jordan, and while the good doctor’s comments did strike a cord with the MLE Head and made him want to bite the man's head off, he chose not to reply. Dr. Nykto would get what was coming to him soon enough.

There seemed to be a small insurrection going on in his department. How interesting. He would have to deal with that directly. Perhaps it would be Zabini’s first task as head of the Genealogical Investigations Team. At least Ferguson seemed to be doing his job by handling Primeaux. Perhaps the man would be useful after all.

And while he might have appreciated Carter’s assistance under different circumstances, this was not one. No, especially when someone had clearly undermined him by lifting the spells he had cast. The rabble needed to be shown that defiance would not be tolerated. Mutineers would be punished. It was for the Greater Good that people fell in line.

So before anyone else could try to play the hero (and before the good Doctor could make anymore comments), Bain reached into his pocket and produced a handful of Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder. Which he tossed into the air.

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A complete and utter blackness so dark no light charms could penetrate it filled the Atrium.

It lasted only a few minutes and when it faded, Goldwasser, Dr. Nykto, and Jordan were no-where to be found.

sweetpinkpixie · 03-01-2021, 04:36 AM

YOU CAN'T CANCEL QUIDDITCH

~~unless you're the Neo Alliance~~

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"Please, Aegis, call me Peggy."

She remained otherwise silent as the room filled with most of her employees, giving a simple nod of recognition as they entered. Lucas was here, and the Recreational Sports division manager. That was good. Their divisions would be most impacted. And the others were filling in, nearly everyone she was expecting. No Milo, but then...well, he’d been reported missing a few weeks ago now. Javier was at least providing some representation from the Gobstones division.

But, it was time now, wasn’t it. Peggy stood, gripping her coffee cup for moral support.

"Thanks, all, for coming," she said, noting that Lucas had taken cinnamon rolls but not many others. “As you all know, there have been some changes to the Ministry…” She paused, trying to prevent an annoyed sigh and managing to dampen it to...an angry huff. "Our department is not immune to these changes, so...let’s just get down to some of the new policies. Help yourself to a cinnamon roll, if you didn’t get one on the way in." She did not expect any of these folks to be thrilled with what she was about to tell them, so she really did intend to...sugarcoat this. ~~It worked with her children.~~

"First of all…some changes for our Recreational Sports division," she was going in order of...her personal relevance. She had a special place in her heart for the recreational sports leagues and competitions. "With the situation at Hogwarts, we’ll have to cancel the U17 Quidditch league for this summer. There won't be a chance to hold tryouts at the usual time, since the students are...ah, cloistered." She looked to her recreational sport division and the professional Quidditch employees as she said this. She had been worried about the talented Quidditch youngsters taking their talents elsewhere, but her former colleagues in France had alluded to issues there as well. "The non-tryout leagues and camps will have to suffice for the children's entertainment this summer, and for the Quidditch scouts."

"There will also be some restrictions in place for recreational sports sign ups, leagues and camps." Peggy allowed herself a sigh this time. "Sign ups will be limited to those with magical parents." She tried not to think too much about the Muggleborn children who would be missing out on the summer wizarding sports leagues and camps. "Our volunteer coaches for the youth leagues will be under extra scrutiny, as well." She was relieved, for this one reason, to be pureblood, so she could continue being a U14 Quidditch coach.

"Any questions before we move on?" She paused to take a sip of coffee. Hopefully they could avoid too much of an uproar, at least nothing that could be heard from other levels. She was not a coward, she reassured herself. Allowing these changes that didn't directly hurt anyone would surely help her stay around to improve things in the long run.

Uncle Moose · 03-01-2021, 01:35 PM

Hmmm what's going on here?

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Even if the gala at the beginning of the year had a few hiccups towards the end of the night, Alphonsine was still pleased to see it as a beginning to their new dawn. How proud her parents would have been, she was certain of that. And of course she told her brother of the success it still was. She knew that with big changes came a little resistance, but those minor issues were swiftly being handled and they would soon open their eyes and see how wonderful this would be for all of them. For the Greater Good.

And speaking of the greater good, Alphonsine had some things to discuss with the Minister - details to further their vision and ensure everything was running smoothly. What better time to do that than at one of their regularly scheduled tea times? She knew Charles would be expecting her as she approached the waiting room of his office.

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It was quite literally impossible for Charles to forget these tea times with Alphonsine and he had even given his peppered beard a proper comb through while still up in his private office before descending down to the more public one where he took his visitors. Perhaps she would human him this time and accept some of his hand wrapped yogurt covered raisins? A man could dream.

Holding himself up by his cane, the Minister stepped into the gaudy scarlet waiting area and smiled warmly at her. "Hello, my dear," he greeted and balanced himself well enough for a tender sort of one-armed hug around her shoulders. "I was just looking over the notes for my next broadcast...and I have some concerns." His brow furrowed and he gestured towards the plush couch for her to sit.

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Alphonsine was pleased to see the Minister was right on time and she brightened her smile as he greeted her. "Charles, hello," she returned the greeting and the side hug. They had much to discuss and she was eager to get started.

But it already appeared that she would have much work to do if he was expressing concerns. She was sure it was nothing she couldn't handle though and sway him to see her point of view. That was essential in furthering their vision and keeping the mission running smoothly.

"Concerns?" Her words struck an inquisitive tone but her smile did not falter. "Of course. Let's talk about them," she added as she took a seat on the plush couch. "I'm certain we can work through them and I can set your mind at ease." She counted on it.

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Little bit more than just mere concerns, truth be told. There were changes in policy here that he could not remember discussing. Or if he did it was a vague and misty recollection of things. Nothing solid and not anything he could vividly recall discussing with Fletcher. That particular discussion with his Senior Undersecretary standing out very vividly in his mind by contrast. He felt inclined to say these things directly to dear sweet Alphonsine...but something held his tongue at the moment.

"Yes...this right here to start..." he lamented while leaning over and passing the parchment across the coffee table for her to see, an entire passage circled and underlined with red ink. "Disbanding this entire division will put so many out of work...and demoting all these people to janitorial duties? And all these extensive pay cuts? They have done nothing wrong. Perform fine work for the Ministry. Who in the Minister's Office approved of this?" Surely it was not him nor was it Fletcher. In fact, Charles could think of no one who would ever sign off on any of these.

He felt tired, joints creaky, and he rubbed his temples to nurse what felt like an incoming migraine.

Hmmmmm?

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"Yes...this right here to start..." he lamented while leaning over and passing the parchment across the coffee table for her to see, an entire passage circled and underlined with red ink. "Disbanding this entire division will put so many out of work...and demoting all these people to janitorial duties? And all these extensive pay cuts? They have done nothing wrong. Perform fine work for the Ministry. Who in the Minister's Office approved of this?" Surely it was not him nor was it Fletcher. In fact, Charles could think of no one who would ever sign off on any of these.

Oh no

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"Disbanding this entire division will put so many out of work...and demoting all these people to janitorial duties? And all these extensive pay cuts? They have done nothing wrong. Perform fine work for the Ministry. Who in the Minister's Office approved of this?"

Uhhh

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"Disbanding this entire division will put so many out of work..."

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"Disbanding this entire division will put so many out of work..."

What division are they disbanding?! Charles why you do this!?! Who signed off on this indeed?

sweetpinkpixie · 03-02-2021, 04:20 AM

speaking of UH OH's....

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If someone was going to inform Primeaux's wife that he was going to be home late, it was not going to be Goldwasser. In fact, as far as he was concerned, Primeaux could stay in the holding sells for a long, long time. He wouldn't miss him. He didn't care if anyone else would miss him either. Did he look less sallow than he had in the atrium or was it just a trick of the light in the room? His mood certainly was more chipper and his step had an air to it as if he felt stronger. It had been at least...20 years he figured since he'd indulged like that. It made him wonder why he had stopped.

Walking up behind Ferguson, he rubbed a handkerchief across his mustache and bottom lip and then folded it up into a square and stuck it back into the breast pocket of his suit. "You can go Ferguson," he said in a low voice. He didn't wait to see if the Security Officer left or not. He walked up to the bars watching Primeaux. "So, you had some questions did you?" He asked the man in the holding cells.

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There he was. Man of the hour. Saul didn't get up from sitting on the bed just yet but he did straighten a little. He watched as Bain came into the Holding Cells the light overhead him added some interesting shadows over him but Saul did see how the man looked happier. "Not my ideal location." He usually reserved asking his questions in the interrogation room not far from here. Especially for suspect peoples. There was no way Bain was going to give him any straight answers. He just knew it. Locking him up was a big power play. He was holding authority over him.

When he saw his Department Head stop at the bars Saul stood up and walked toward him. Stopping just short of the mustachioed man. His complexion looked better compared to the times he saw him down at the Gala.

"What're your plans with my division?" That was his original question that he wanted answered in his outburst in the Atrium. "Why are you axing the Underage Magic Restriction?" It didn't make sense. The kids were stuck at Hogwarts currently, allowing them to use magic outside of school but forbidding them to come home from the Holidays? Merlin only knows what's happening there now!?

Then it occurred to him. He was so determined now to ask his questions. "Do you have Milo Jordan in a different cell?" The young Games and Sports employee was the most vocal between them both, but his concerns where no different than his own. Perhaps Ronan was still on his way behind Goldwasser?

Saul over here pulling on my shriveled heartstrings a bit

emjay · 03-04-2021, 02:24 PM

Entrancing enchantments, eh? Seems as if poor Minister Hollingberry is under Ms. Rosier's spell. Quite literally.

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Originally Posted by Alphonsine Rosier

Truthfully, it did not matter what concerns the Minister had. Alphonsine had the man so entranced that she could easily whisk them away and persuade him to see her side of things. But she could still act the part and humour him over such concerns whilst working her magic.

"Mm, I see," she murmured, taking a moment to look over the parchment before pulling out her wand to cast and heat water into one of the teacups on the coffee table. It was tea time after all. "I do understand your concerns," she added oh so sympathetically as she pulled out her special blend of leaves and added it to the cup. "But Charles, you must know that they are not loyal to us. Nor are they loyal to the future of wizardkind." Certainly he saw that there were a few willing to undermine their efforts, even if such traitors had been handled since then.

She left her wand on the table as she picked up the cup, not needing it for the next part as she had become so exceptionally adept at entrancing enchantments that she was able to cast them both nonverbally and wandlessly. "Look in my eyes, Charles, and allow me to relieve you of your concerns," she began in a soothing voice and stirred the tea, the spoon clinking against the rim in a rhythmic ting, ting.

Once she was certain she held his rapt attention, she began to wave her hand in a subtle yet focused manner as she repeated a familiar phrase. "This is for the Greater Good. This is for the Greater Good."

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

Us.

That was another matter Charles had been wanting to discuss. He could not even recall when all this had become an us and it felt as though each time the thought arose to address this with Alphonsine...something stopped him...and he could hardly fathom speaking so candidly with Fletcher. At the moment, however, it was all he wished to do - call for his Senior Undersecretary - as an impending feeling of dread ate away at his intestines. Or perhaps it was simply a matter of indigestion. It was remarkably easy to find outlandish excuses to dismiss his sharp intuition these days.

Visibly uncomfortable, and upon unbuttoning his scarlet jacket with golden buttons as though doing so would help him breathe more easily, Charles shook his head in disagreement and parted his lips to offer his rebuttal. This, of course, required that he acquiesce to dear sweet Alphonsine's and meet her bewitching gaze. It was the polite thing to do, especially as Minister, to hold eye contact during a discussion. His brow was firm in protest, his eyes steady and a little more vibrant in color than they had been recently, the Minister was suddenly rendered immobile from the first two gentle tings of her spoon against the tea cup. The movement was subtle and began at his shoulders, but soon the man was swaying in sync with the brunette's movements...with the spoon. The color from his eyes faded while they widened and almost appeared to have clouded over for a few moments.

"...for...the...Gr---e---a---ter...Good..." he repeated almost questioningly, his eyes widening and watering somewhat as his arms fell limply to his sides. "...for...the...Greater...Good...for the...Greater Good....for the Greater Good...for the Greater Good..."

Krel Ansell · 03-05-2021, 03:35 AM

Why do I feel like there is a deeper meaning to what Bain is saying here?

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Originally Posted by Bain Goldwasser

His eyes remained on Primeaux. He unbuttoned his suit coat and pushed it back as he stuck his hands into his pants pockets. ”The Underage Magic Restriction has been removed for the Greater Good. It is time for the Wizarding World to embrace its role as the leaders of humanity. Not to cower and hide as if we are afraid to show our worthiness and value. The old ways no longer serve us. The Improper Use of Magic Office will continue to do exactly what it implies. Monitor the improper use of magic. You can rally for the Greater Good or you can stay here, in the cells.” Either way, Primeaux should get comfortable, because he was going to be spending the night here.

As for Milo? ”No, I’m afraid Mr. Jordan has departed.”

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Originally Posted by Bain Goldwasser

"Education, Mr. Primeaux, is not my area. What the educators at Hogwarts choose to do or not do with the children there is not my concern." He was getting bored with this conversation and he did not bother to hide it in his tone. Normally by now, he would have unwrapped a sucker and stuck it in his mouth. But he wasn't hungry and didn't have an urge for one beyond habit. "As for what your children are doing there? I would presume they are getting a high quality education. But I guess that depends on your children."

So he didn't want to conform. "Pitty." He re-buttoned his jacket as he prepared to leave. "I was hoping that someone with your background would know better. It appears I was mistaken." In fact it was only Primeaux's pure-blood status that was keeping Bain from more drastic measures. "Perhaps a night or two in the cells will help you change your mind." Although he doubted it. It seemed he had a night preparing termination papers ahead of him. Good thing he had gotten an energy boost.

ArianaBlack · 03-05-2021, 03:54 AM

rules are... changing for the greater good . Here's an update about apparation licenses as heard at a level 6 department wide meeting

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Originally Posted by Simone Krafft

She didn't fully greet everyone as they came in, but she did acknowledge with a nod and a smile. She didn't feel the need to do small talk with everyone, they had business to cover and the faster everyone could just be seated the faster they could move on with the meeting. She checked her watch and then the door, it would be time for them to get started.

She shuffled her papers and looked around making a mental note of the ones not here. There was nothing more important than what she was about to say, so employees better have very good reasons.

"We will be getting started. In front of you are packets that I had put together of all the new regulations and rules that our department will be handling. The first is apparation license. Only pureblood status witches and wizards can apply and take their tests without doing extra paperwork. Halfbloods will have a different form to fill out and they will need to be approved through me before moving forward. There will be no muggleborn approvals."

She looked up from her papers to make sure everyone was on the same page and seeing that there were no grey areas in this, the rules were the rules.

Waddles · 03-06-2021, 05:46 AM

Spells are being exchanged in the Minister's office!

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Originally Posted by Felixir

Life was being... a lot. Likely true for everyone right now, but still.

Kaiser thrived under stress, always had (though maybe a little less so now than Before), but was not immune to getting wrapped up in the kind of overthinking that occasionally overtaxed his saturated brain. He liked to believe he was still doing well at work, even now, even with everything going on around him, when certain underground activities were of utmost importance. Regardless, Kaiser could admit to himself that he had off days when memory and attention failed him, and his head began subtly pounding once more.

This past week had been swerving in and out of the 'off' category. Mistakes had been made.

Mistake number one: failing to tell Mr Hollingberry about a meeting which had, days ago, been rescheduled for that very afternoon. Mistake number two: not realising this until about five minutes ago, when he was confirming a private appointment several levels below. Kaiser was not looking forward to having to admit to a lapse of concentration (and was considering ways around such an admission altogether), but Mr Hollingberry did need to be kept in the know about his own meetings, and so Kaiser headed straight to his office to do just that. In his haste, he failed to do his customary visual sweep of Level One, to search for Rosier. The potential Alphonsine issue was, uh, potentially still an issue, and Kaiser always felt a little more at ease when he could at least pinpoint her last known location. Maybe, on some level, he knew where he'd find her, even without checking his watch.

Once through Fletcher's workspace, Kaiser had already opened the door and crossed the threshold of Mr Hollingberry's waiting area before he realised he had committed mistake number three: totally neglecting to knock first. It was so unlike him that he stopped in surprise, and didn't immediately offer an apology despite seeing the Minister sat right there. On the couch. Sitting... swaying... staring vacantly at... her.

... ting, ting ... For the Greater Good ... ting, ting ... For the Greater Good ...

Kaiser did not stand there staring for long. Maybe he didn't understand in specific detail exactly what was happening here, but he had a brain in his head, was already gripped by suspicion, had enough of a need to help or protect Charles somehow, and more than enough of a sudden blaze of fury through his entire body... all of which enabled him to act.

Once the pieces clicked more or less into place, Kaiser ceased to think. He drew his wand, dropping his small stack of parchment in the process and letting the door fall away behind him, and aimed it straight at Alphonsine Rosier.

"Stupefy!"

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Originally Posted by Alphonsine Rosier

Perfect. The Minister was falling neatly under her spell, just as Alphonsine knew he would. Soon, all of his concerns would simply melt away and he would stand aligned with the Neo-Alliance, as if they were his own ideas that he was enforcing. Of course, she would prefer that he actually did see how wonderful their vision was and would be for the entirety of wizardkind of his own accord, but his resistance did little to help proceed them forward and entrancing him was a quicker and smoother solution.

Keeping his unwavering gaze, she continued to repeat the mantra until he was chanting it along with her. Alphonsine was about to subliminally infuse another Neo-Alliance message into the Minister's mind, but a sudden sound of something dropping onto the floor behind her startled the woman out of her focused spellwork and she turned to see what it was. Or more accurately, who it was.

And just in time. Her eyes wide upon seeing the Minister's assistant interrupting them with his wand pointed at her - and clearly being found out in the process - she dove for her wand on the table, barely just missing the stunning spell that hit the couch she was sitting on. "No!" she shrieked, the desperation clear in her voice. "You won't stand in our way!" Adrenaline coursing through her veins and emotions running high, Alphonsine, from her awkward spot half-kneeling on the floor, slashed her wand and cast an impulsive nonverbal spell at him, the first that sprang to her mind as a streak of purple flames shot out towards Kaiser's general direction.

BanaBatGirl · 03-08-2021, 12:58 AM

^ BUT WAIT, THERE'S MORE

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

The Minister hardly even flinched, not even as the spell struck the upholstery and scorched it. Charles Hollingberry loved the aesthetic of the office, as everyone knew, and this particular busy red fabric had been a personal favorite of the man and everything in the room a custom piece. His head slowly turned to look at the personal assistant, almost as if he did not recognize the young man, and as soon as sweet beautiful Alphonsine was yelling...Charles was standing.

Standing and reaching into his own pocket and removing his wand from its holster.

"...for the Greater Good...for the ... Greater Good ... for ...the ... Greater ... good..."

And then he was pointing it directly at the personal assistant, eyes still with a sort of vacancy, and took a step forward to square up from his seat. There was no acknowledgement as the purple flames shot forth and towards the dark haired boy, and the Minister continued to stand as still as a statue...save for a tremble centered in the man's wrist and a certain kind of shimmer to wash over his eyes that pooled in the corners. The tremble became more prominent and his back teeth set back on each other as he continued the mantra.

"...Gr--e--a--t--er...Go--ood.....................................Kai---"

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Originally Posted by Felixir

Kaiser had never duelled before. He'd avoided it like the plague while at school, though not because he doubted himself. Even without the practice, he'd felt sure that, if push came to shove, he could do what was necessary. If Kaiser had the chance to think now about anything other than the present moment, it might have occurred to him that he was about to find out just how well that approach had worked out for him.

He might have had time to fire off another spell while Alphonsine yelled, using the seconds to his advantage, but Kaiser's eyes had instead landed on Charles again. The man who had done so much for him the past couple of years. The man who had taken an interest in his life and even his happiness, and had been close to a father figure, or at least as close as Kaiser had been willing to allow. The man who had a wand pointed directly at him. Kaiser stared back at him, eyes wide, almost pleading. "Sir-"

Before he could say anything else, the slashing movement from Alphonsine commanded his attention. "Protego!" he cast instinctively, even as he tried to dart out of the way. Though the shield charm took the brunt of the purple flames, Kaiser still felt them make contact with his head and body in a blinding blow; the force plus his attempt at dodging knocked him off his feet with disorienting sideways momentum. He landed in a heap on the floor with a grunt, but started scrambling to his knees before even being totally sure of which way was up. Adrenaline kept him moving, alert, fighting.

Except that when he raised his wand again, Kaiser didn't point it at Alphonsine, but in the vague direction of the door he'd entered through only moments ago. "Bombarda!" The incantation was heavy on his tongue, but the door, and a small part of the wall, nevertheless exploded outwards into Fletcher's office in an almighty blast. A distress call he didn't have time to put any more thought into... in the same way he didn't have time to think how this situation might look to anyone who might respond.

That move alone had been a sacrifice of time and potentially even of self, allowing too much opportunity for Alphonsine to attack again. Kaiser would have screamed for Fletcher - the one person he desperately wanted here right now - but there was just no time, and who knew whose aid Charles might jump to at any second, and he wasn't going to just give up like that. In one wild movement Kaiser swept his wand around to point it Alphonsine, mustering up a non-verbal Incarcerous with all he had, though he was almost certain he would be far too late.

AlwaysSnapesGirl · 03-16-2021, 01:34 AM

^ And even MORE

Minister Hollingberry...is...free?

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

Knuckles turning white as his grip around his wand tightened and the tremble of his wrist intensified, Charles remained unmoving as voices locked in a battle royal clashed in his mind. For now, it was only that of his own dueling with that of Alphonsine's...the sweet serenade of a brighter future for all, free from persecution and his children and grandchildren and great grandchildren with privilege that he could never have fathomed as a young wizard. No need to disguise. No need to feel ashamed for being precisely what they were...it brought Charles back to his youth and the ostracization his own family had crippled him with in their purist ways, shunning him for his vision of an inclusive future. And so his eyes darkened again, Alphonsine and the echoes of promises of the Neo Alliance winning the battle...

...but not the war.

So Alana's plea went unacknowledged, there was absolutely no need to hide anywhere, and Alphonsine's voice and allure continued to dominate his senses...until another cut through it all like a hot knife through butter. The foggy glaze over his eyes lifted for a moment, a moment long enough to focus on Kaiser still on the ground, and their eyes met. Only then did it properly register just where the Minister's own wand was pointed, and his stubby and uneven nails began to dig into his palms. It was a moment that almost felt like an eternity but was truly only the blink of an eye: his personal assistant and budding confidant calling out his name, the plea cut short as a spell struck him, a spell cast by Alphonsine, and then Kaiser's depleted form which resonated with suppressed memories from another time many many moons ago.

And thus a third voice entered the fray in his mind space, concise but poignant and tugging ardently at his heart strings.

Soon a fourth joined, that of Fletcher who Charles too had come to care for like a son, and amped up the volume with the bewildering notion of waking up when his eyes were already wide open. Wider now, in fact, as his jaw clenched as his arm began making short but jagged movements towards the enchantress. Charles count not yet speak, but there was a sort of strained growl as his arm bend slightly at the elbow just as sweet Regina dashed out of his office. Then a fifth voice joining the chorus, properly this time, though it was her touch that opened the door - or at least got the foot in the closing door and kept it ajar. Only Alana's voice calling his name.

Charles...Charles...Charles...

And then Fletcher's barking.

Charles...Charles...Charles...Charles...Charles...Charles

...and Kaiser...

Charles...Charles...Charles...Charles...Charles...Charles...CHARLES PLE---

Alphonsine's clamoring of Fletcher's name sprung Charles into action and his wand arm broke free of the invisible strings binding him in place and swung around to point to his dear sweet temptress with his teeth bared and beads of sweat trickling down his brow. "Ex--pelliarmus!"

And a scarlet jolt of light erupted from his wand, hurdling towards her, fueled by the voices of his people and his own conviction to protect them. The veil lifted at last.

Which led to everyone Stupefy-ing Alphonsine Rosier...

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Originally Posted by Alphonsine Rosier

It was rather amusing just how emboldened all of them became when she no longer had her wand and they all had their own pointed at her. If the situation wasn't so dire, Alphonsine might have been tempted to laugh. And of course, they all felt like they needed to add their own skewed view of things. How truly naïve they all were.

"You are proud of nothing," she replied to Delyth who thought it necessary to speak up just then. "You live in the shadows, hiding who you really are from muggles." Did she forget there was a secrecy statute? And she ignored the squib, not bothering to give her the time of day. The young woman thought she could relate to her? It was not even close to being the same. She knew what it was like to lose loved ones, her family, because of this. Alphonsine had plenty she could say, but it felt futile at this point. No one was really listening. No one seemed to really understand how important this all was and she didn't know how else to make them see.

Jane was wrong. It might be true that she no longer had the upper hand, but she believed in this vision down to her very soul. She was not merely trying to talk her way out of this. And Jane was so short-sighted. They all were. "I assure you," she told her simply. "If I was trying to flatter you --" as she so crassly described her talents "-- you would be. This is so much more important than you are grasping."

Knowing she was trapped and outnumbered, she looked quickly to the doorway, realising she could not even make a run for it, then her eyes widened as Fletcher barked the order to the rest of them. Alphonsine had no time to even attempt to dodge when she was hit by spell after spell, sending her flying back against the couch behind her, her stunned body hitting the wall before slumping over. She was effectively knocked out unconscious.

AND THEN ELSEWHERE

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

Patience was thin and if he wanted to he had permission, technically speaking, to clean up shop in other ways than simply disposing of those personal affects of employees who were no longer employed here. An inquiry about a plant was yet another curious one and something the man could only assume was related to something being brewed.

Airey nonchalantly slipped the tips of his fingers into the pocket on his blazer where his wand was kept. A threatening gesture? Perhaps. It was difficult to know considering the man's continued vacant expression.

"My inquiry is much more pressing than a lack of knowledge about a plant. Unless you are about to infer that there is a mobile fleshing eating plant on the loose on our level, you will have to wait." There was a bit of an urgent glance towards David with this association, a memory tapped into and, perhaps, exploited. "My instructions come from the Minist------"

And then the department head froze, his eyes wide and fingers clenched with his arms bent at the elbow as though he were holding a large beach ball in his hands. His jaw clenched, teeth grating against one another with such intensity it was a wonder one had not chipped. It was almost as though someone had struck him both with a Crucio and a Full-Body Binding Curse at the exactly same moment. Beads of sweat dotted his brow and in the next moment his lips parted to release a blood curdling scream of pain, terror, anguish. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" The man's limbs turned to overcooked spaghetti and his eyes rolled back in his head as Airey Flamsteed crumbled to his knees, free of the strings that had been puppeting him, on the ground. At the very last second his hands sprung into action and caught himself, palms down, on the floor of the Chamber. Chest heaving and his breath coming out as shallow wheezes, as though he had been holding his breath for an excruciatingly long period of time, he felt like he could actually breathe again.

And then came words that were deliciously his own. For the first time in so long.

Grunting, he pushed himself back on to his heels and lifted his head. First he looked to Adam, who was unlike to be able to see the subtle changes to the department head's exterior (namely that the foggy sheen to his forget-me-not-blues), and then blinked a few times before looking to Mr. Truebridge.

"Alphonsine...Elder Wand..." he breathed out, the words strained and falling out of his lips like a child discovering that they could make sounds through this face orifice, while pointing at himself. "Mirror...prision...polyjuice...Bain...Nero...dead...deathly...hallows..."

*PhoenixRising* · 03-19-2021, 02:05 AM

There's a new order of the phoenix?!?

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Originally Posted by The Announcer

As the dust from the duel settled and a stale stillness filled the office, something miraculous happened. Birthed from the fire of resolve in the Senior Undersecretary's [BanaBatGirl] heart, the lapel pin almost seemed to become engulfed in flame for a few moments. The fiery glow swept across the pin, revealing not fire itself but the form of a phoenix that then sang softly - a song only the Senior Undersecretary could hear.

Not just the Senior Undersecretary's pin. Three others, those in possession of the Minister's personal assistant [Felixir], Unspeakable [MadAlice], and newly arrived Magical Law Enforcement office [kayquilz] all resonated with the ardent cry of the first phoenix and sang to their wearers as well.

Hogwarts. Great Britain. The Wizarding World.

All needed the Order of the Phoenix.

The time was now.

sweetpinkpixie · 03-20-2021, 12:38 PM

Welp...one got away

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Originally Posted by Simone Krafft

Simone had been in a great mood as she headed into work this morning. Everything was working out well and she only had to use force twice to get things to go her way. It seemed the day was going to be a great one until she had headed down to meet Alphonsine for coffee. She had heard the blast and made it close enough to hear the minister she didn't have to see Alphonsine to know she had been captured and the minster was now compromised.

Spinning on her heal she took off out of the minister's office and headed straight for the floo. Once down near the gates she slowed her pace, she had just a few minutes before the entire ministry knew what was going on. The others would be on their own, she needed to get to the next steps. She needed to get out of this building.

Giving a few small waves of greeting Simone casually walked into a fireplace and took the floo out of there.

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