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Ministry of Magic - remake

Ministry of Magic - remake

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London, 1962. A massive step forward for the Wizarding community has given the Ministry of Magic the first Muggle-Born Minister for Magic, not everyone is pleased with this change. (Reboot)

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Introduction

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The Ministry is Changing

The wizarding world is incredibly pleased to announce the appointment of the first Muggle-Born Minister for Magic, a Mister Nobby Leach in this summer of 1962. Leach is a rather gifted wizard in the form of art, he enjoys creating magical masterpieces and has a few pieces in wizarding galleries. He seeks to improve the community through programs encouraging wizards and witches to embrace the creativity and experiment. He is a peaceful and rather kind hearted man. While a great deal of wizards approve of the appointment and the step forward there are of course a number of Dark Lord supporters who consider this an outrage and a betrayal against wizarding kind. Within the first month of the Ministers appointment many wizards and witches in protest chose to step down from their posts leaving the ministry a tad short handed.

Without the usual hands to help the workload, a number of criminals and offenses have been committed in the recent months, leading into one of the more dangerous periods since 1926 when a man named Newt happened to let loose a number of magical creatures upon the muggle world. More and more the Ministry is having to cover up the rowdy crowds that just do not respect Leach and what he stands for. The time has come to call in the reserve troops. A number of letters and recruiters have been working tirelessly to gather as many workers as they can to come and work for the Ministry to make up for the ones they lost. The mission as a whole was rather successful and the Ministry is to gain a number of workers in few days time.






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New Recruits

In preparation for these new additions to the Ministry Minister Leach has opted to have a large gathering to explain the situation and thank them for their help in this time of potential crisis. It is his hope that these wizards and witches will not only help in the areas they are placed but also to partake in volunteer opportunities to help apprehend and perhaps put a stop to these wizards revolting. The attacks are clearly the work of an evil wizard that has come to fame in the recent years. This wizard being He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.

Leach of course has every reason to fear for his life being in the position he is and intends to attack this cult with full force. His hope is to be rid of the Death Eaters and to focus on creating a unified world where Wizard and Witch need not fear for their life because of their heritage. He is fully aware that the Death Eaters are everywhere including in the Ministry, he also understands that taking in these new recruits is a calculated risk but being an artist and an idealist at heart Leach hopes to find the humanity in all of them.

The recruits are to start their positions on Monday early after his speech, after they may collect their identification cards and any other materials they may need. From there the recruits will be sent to their floors. The Floors are as such:




Minister of Magic and Support Staff..........................................................Level 1

Department of Magical Law Enforcement..................................................Level 2
(Auror Headquarters, Improper Use of Magic Office, Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office, Wizengamot Administration Services)

Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes..................................Level 3
(Accidental Magic Reversal Squad, Obliviator Headquarters, Muggle Worthy Excuse Committee, Muggle Liaison Office)

Department for Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures....................Level 4
(Beast, Being and Spirit Division, Centaur and Goblin Liaison Office, Pest Advisory Board, Office of Misinformation)

Department of International Magical Cooperation....................................Level 5
(International Magical Office of Law, International Trading Standards Body, International Confederation of Wizards)

Department of Magical Transport..........................................................Level 6
(Floo Network Authority, Broom Regulatory Control, Portkey Office, Apparition Test Center)

Department of Magical Games and Sports..........................................................Level 7
(British and Irish Quidditch Headquarters, Official Gobstones Club, Ludicrous Patents Office)

The Atrium.....................................................................................................Level 8
(Lobby and Reception Area, Fountain of Magical Brethren, Security Desk, Magical Maintenance Office)

Department of Mysteries...................................................................................Level 9

Wizengamont Courtrooms.................................................................................Level 10





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Delving Deeper


Auror Headquarters: This serves as the headquarters of Aurors of the Wizarding world. The Auror office is a main division of Department of Magical Law Enforcement. The Auror Office specifically deals with the capture of Dark Witches and Wizards.
Improper Use of Magic Office: The office is responsible for enforcing and regulating the violations of the International Confederation of Wizards' Statute of Secrecy, which prohibits magic to be done in front of Muggles and restricts underage wizards from doing magic outside of school.
Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office: The Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office regulates the use of magic on Muggle objects and tried to keep items that had been bewitched away from Muggles. This Department often preforms raids in order to keep these items from being used.
Accidental Magic Reversal Squad: This department is responsible for reversing the effects of magical mishaps caused by inexperienced witches and wizards, those who had not learned to control their magic, or those who may not have been very skilled.
Obliviator Headquarters: The Obliviator Headquarters is the main office for Obliviators, wizards who have the task of modifying the memory of a Muggle after witnessing incidents caused by magic.
Beast: The Beast Division is one of three divisions under the control of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. It deals with all duties and problems concerning those magical creatures classified as a "Beast" by the Ministry of Magic.
Being and Spirit Division: The Being Division is one of three divisions under the control of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. It deals with all duties and problems concerning those magical creatures classified as a "Being" by the Ministry of Magic.
Centaur and Goblin Liaison Office: The Being Division is one of three divisions under the control of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. It deals with all duties and problems concerning those magical creatures classified as a "Centaur or Goblin" by the Ministry of Magic.
Pest Advisory Board: Originally put into place by Newt Scamander this division deals with any and all creatures under the "Pest Classification"
International Magical Office of Law: Put into place as an effort by Minister Leach this office actively seeks out any lesser law breakers to leave the harder work to the Aurors.
Department of Mysteries: Most of the operations of this Division are carried out in total secrecy. It is however known that they study the various mysteries of the magical world there. The most prominent rooms devoted to these studies are: Love, Space, Thought, Time, and Death.







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Reservations

Auror Office
Male | Bone Brain | Henry Cavill | Complete
Male | Neko | Nigel Barker | Complete
Female | Immayahoka | Lorde | In Progress
Gender | Author | FC

Accidental Magic Reversal Squad
Female | Totchocity1 | Lily James | Complete
Gender | Author | FC

Obliviator Headquarters
Gender | wednesdaysun | Felicity Jones | In Progress
Gender | Author | FC

Beast
Male | BoneBrain | Rahul Kohli | Complete
Female | συιʝα | Tatiana Maslany | Complete
Gender | Author | FC

Department of Mysteries
Female | La.lune | Kiko Mizuhara | Complete
Male | wednesdaysun | Sam Riley | In Progress
Male | Ed Wasser | Tomorrowsherald | Complete
Gender | Author | FC

Ministry for Magic Support Staff
Female | BoneBrain | Caroline Dhavernas | Complete
NA | Tomorrowsherald | NA
Gender | Author | FC

Pest Advisory Board
Male | Jibber Jabber | Luke Arnold | Complete
Gender | Author | FC

Spirit Division
Male |La.Lune | Willy Cartier | Complete

Magical Games and and Sports
Male | Cloud | Vladimir Ivanov | In Progress





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Rules


So! Thanks so much for taking an interest in this idea first of all! I do have a few finer points to go through and I ask that you read these carefully before you ask to reserve a character. I do realize that this is a reboot, and I'd really like to try this again hopefully it sticks this time. :)

1) In the Delving Deeper section I've described a few positions the Ministry has but of course I haven't covered all of them. I left out a lot of the administration and desk jobs and was hoping more for adventurous jobs that will really get the story going. However if you can think of another department or job and you feel you can make it work by all means!

2) I would really like the idea of having Death Eaters and Spies within the ministry and think that if you want to perhaps join in on the eventual uprising with your character then again please do! I think it would be really neat if perhaps that alignment or information was kept private even on your character sheets. However I do ask that you PM me about it just so I know. PM would also be useful for Death Eaters and Spies who may want to attempt some sort of upheaval and the Ministry as well.

3) This story really can go just about anywhere, and it is my hope that everyone will lead it. I may be the creator of this concept but I would love it if other people decided to take the reigns on this as well. This is not just my story. So if you have an idea or if you want to send people off on some sort of adventure then please please please do!

4) The idea with this is to start every character off as a new recruit and explore with them as they get used to the Ministry work as well as how the eventual uprising of Voldemort will effect them.

5) Lastly lets all have fun. :) I really look forward to writing this with you all and hope you will enjoy it! Reservations last 48 hours, and there is no limit to characters just so long as you can handle them all. Below is a character sheet, but please feel free to adjust it as you see fit.








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Setting

12 Characters Present

Character Portrait: Tille Baker Character Portrait: Michael Nott Character Portrait: Alex Gallagher Character Portrait: Ophelia Katō Character Portrait: Robin Lowe Character Portrait: Maximilian Greenslade Character Portrait: Elias Coleman Character Portrait: Cybèle Valenta Character Portrait: Misha Vasiliev Character Portrait: Gwen Andrews Character Portrait: Finlay Tifft Character Portrait: Alexandra Moor
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London | Ministry of Magic | Summer | 1962

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Excerpts from the Daily Prophet:


Minister Leach First Muggle-Born Minister!
It is with great pleasure that the ministry is pleased to announce the appointment of one Mister Nobby Leach. We genuinely look forward to the great strides towards magical equality and creative freedom this Ministry is sure Minister Leach will strive towards. Appointed on this day, Friday the first of June we wait most eagerly for the Ministers first active day on the fourth. The Prophet is rooting for you, Minister!

Unrest in the Ministry
The Prophet is saddened to have to report that only weeks after the appointment of one Minister Leach the Ministry has lost close to a hundred workers. When we asked one such worker to leave the Ministry he had this to say: "It's a bloody disgrace it is! Having a Muggle as the face of the Ministry. When will everyone see we'd be much better off when the muggles are cut out of our world?"

Ministry Recruit Program a Minor Success
Despite the losses the Ministry has been facing these past months with the addition of our new Minister, Leach has never seemed stronger! A model of stability the Minister has taken the protests within the ministry in stride and with the potential uprising outside of the walls he has come together with a few other ministry officials and started a program that seeks new workers for the Ministry. Our inside sources tell us that this mission has been rather successful and the new recruits will begin on Monday the sixth of August. It is expected that with the addition to the Ministry's work force they will be able to more effectively take care of the wizarding world and perhaps even settle the unrest within London.




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Summer brought with it the sort of muggy heat that had everyone indoors. The beat down upon the cobblestone streets of London and had a haze in the air as traffic slowly moved along. The large street of Diagon alley and even the shadowed streets of Knockturn were bare. Should a wizard have to make the venture outside they might be seen with a small pleasant shower of cool water showering over them as they walked. Or perhaps a fan that hovered in front of them blowing around the hot air. Despite the lack of presence outside the wizarding world was indeed bustling.

Deeper within London, the Ministry of Magic stood proudly for all wizards to see as muggles eyes seemed to slide right over it. Within the walls wizards raced around completing one task after the other. Today was the day many new recruits would be arriving, and so in preparation the eighth level, the Atrium, was being set up to receive a large number. Simple white chairs sat in rows of four all facing a large podium that had been conjured. The podium had a rather large carving of a dragon on its front and it looked down at the chairs with a rather regal and powerful gaze.

While Wizards raced around ensuring there were food and refreshments for the new recruits as well, a Minister Nobby Leach stood in his office on the First Level. He gazed out of his window down towards Level Eight and saw the tiny specs of white chairs. He straightened his robes a little and glanced in the mirror opposite his desk. He noticed his cap was a little askew and adjusted that as well. The mirror had come from Leach's old office and he used it for the same purpose now then he did back then.
"Alright you old boy." He said looking at his reflection. He glanced down to his desk and saw a copy of the Prophet and moved his gaze away from it before he could read the painful headline again.
Muggle Family Home left in Flame- Death Eaters Suspected

He thanked his lucky stars none of his family had been home at the time and made a mental note to ensure their protection. Perhaps his elderly father might enjoy Fiji. Nobby blinked a moment and then forced his vision back on his appearance. "Today you will speak. And today you will inspire young minds." He gave himself a thin lipped smile and noticed that despite only being in office for two months he was already loosing his hair.



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Location: Home - Ministry Level 8 | #7ed4af | Assistant to the Minister for Magic

The heat had kept her up all night, or at least that is what she would tell her family when she would venture downstairs for breakfast. In truth, the thought of the day to come and all her duties had kept her brain in overdrive. The thought of her disapproving parents should she mess up on the first day was also a driving force to be perfection itself. Gwen Andrews looked at herself closely in the mirror and lifted her wand to her face just under her eyes. Muttering a quick spell the dark circles under her eyes lessened and she turned away from her appearance. She had spent the last few hours ensuring that she would be perfectly presentable for her first day at the ministry.

She had tried on countless robes until finally settling on a soft green set. She curled her hair into soft waves with a bit of magic and then finally when she felt as if she had everything in place she descended the ornate staircase near her bedroom and down to the breakfast room. Her father was seated at the end of the table and her mother was next to him. Both were reading their own copies of the Prophet and she seated herself a few chairs down from them. Corry the Andrews House elf quickly scuttled up offering her mistress the copy of the Prophet as well and with a snap of her fingers Gwen watched as hot tea filled the mug set in front of her and breakfast took form on her plate. Without thanking the little creature she placed the paper beside her plate and glanced over the front page. There was more talk over the Minister and his Recruitment force that was to convene today.

Feeling a nervous lump in her throat Gwen turned over the paper and ignored the Ask Gerty section. Instead she focused on her food. Daintily picking up her utensils she dug in and ate a few bites. However she just was not feeling hungry. So she sipped her tea and glanced on over to her parents. She and her Mother made eye contact and Gwen sighed as the elegant woman placed down her paper and looked at her over the brim of her circle glasses perched ever so precariously on the tip of her nose.
"I take it you are prepared for today?" She asked in a regal voice. Gwen noticed her father stop reading as well and his dark eyes diverted to her face.
Straightening a little she nodded and said "Yes, mother. I've been placed on Level One as you suspected I would. I appear to be working close to the Minister." Her mother's brow furrowed a little at the mention of the Minister but she said nothing. Instead the elderly woman nodded and she returned to her paper. Pleased that was all the conversation she would have to endure from her parents Gwen stood and retreated from the breakfast room.

Once she was in the hallway she checked the time on the clock in the hallway and noted it was about time for her to leave. She gathered her bag from her room and then vanished with a soft crack. She appeared moments later in the dark tile halls of the Ministry. There were flashes of green fire as wizards used the Floo Network to get to work. Sighing a little she straightened her bag and headed for Level Eight, where all new recruits had been instructed to visit.

Once there she noticed a large table filled to the brim with an assortment of foods and drinks and she lifted her nose a little at the sight but deciding it might be rude to ignore it she poured herself a tea and found herself a seat. Already a few new recruits had arrived and she looked around wondering if she might get to work with anyone else. Secretly she hoped that she might be left in peace but she knew it was wishful thinking.



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Location: Home - Ministry Level 8 | #daa520 | Aurors Office

His home was an absolute mess. Clothes lay here and there and books littered the floor. Alex Gallagher looked at the chaos from his bedroom door and wondered to himself how on earth he had let it come to this. His hands were on his hips and he let out a long breath.
"I suppose we can do this the easy way or the hard way." He said to nothing in particular. He pulled his wand from his pale yellow robes and with a few intricate swishes and jabs the apartment was set to its rightful state. While it still might be considered a mess by some Alex was quite pleased with his clean up job and walked around to inspect his work. Sure the books were sloppily in the book case and out of order but hey, they were in the bookcase. Dishes were haphazardly in their cupboards and the doors remained open but to Alex it was perfect. He smiled to himself and sat down on his couch ignoring the cloud of dust that rose as his body sank into the old cushions.

Today was the day he became a regular working part of society again. No more travelling, but normalcy. He sighed a little and looked around at his trinkets that he had gathered from his excursions. Stability was a good thing he reminded himself. He stared for a long moment, thinking about his goals and priorities. Today he would become a dark wizard catcher. That would certainly be an adventure he reminded himself. However it did also mean he was required to do paperwork. Something Alex was not particularly fond of. Deciding to grin and bear it Alex decided it was about time to leave he stood and brushed off the dust. Once he felt he was good to go he stepped to his fireplace and grabbed a small bit of powder from a flower pot by it.

Speaking the name of the ministry he stepped into his fireplace and moments later steppe out of a ministry fireplace. He smiled a a few folks whom he made eye contact with and made his way up to the Atrium. There he noticed a table full of food and remembering he had not yet had breakfast he eagerly made his way there. Piling his plate full of pastries and other goodies he remained where he was just in case he wanted seconds.



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Location: Home - Ministry Level 8 | #4f7c19 | Beast Division

"The Ashwinder is a serpent that is created from the remains of any magical fire that is allowed to burn unchecked. As it is a serpentine creature, the Ashwinder may very well be susceptible to Parseltongue magic." Elias leaned back in his desk and looked down at his typewriter. Beside him dozens of pages lay face down, filled with information on various magical creatures. He smiled to himself and felt a large yawn incoming.

As he was breathing loudly a pure white cat named Finch jumped up onto his lap to rub her face fondly at his beard. Laughing a little he leaned back and allowed his friend to nestle against him. Once Finch was settled Elias rubbed a large hand over her fur.
"Hello there..." He said groggily. Finch meowed back to him and he placed a loving kiss on her head. Not one to be left out his other cat Atticus stood on his hind legs and leaned against Elias. He meowed up at his master and then looked towards their empty food bowl.

Elias followed the cats gaze and blinked in surprise. "I just filled that..." Sudden realization hit him and he straightened sending Finch falling to the ground. The cat made a small noise of protest but Elias didn't notice. "What time is it?!" He shouted to himself. He looked around for a clock and found it under a pile of paper and when he saw the time he let out a small noise of agony. "I wrote all night!? Damn it! I have to go to work." He stumbled towards his bedroom and pulled on the first robes he found.

They were a set of blue robes and they had a rather interesting stain near the leg. Deciding he could deal with the stain late he went about cleaning himself up as quick as he could and then with out even a goodbye to his cats he had vanished into thin air. Elias appeared in the main hall of the Ministry and then suddenly swore loudly making people look at him oddly. He flashed them all a grin and said, "I uh... forgot my wand." He vanished again with a little pop and then was back within moments holding a bag and hastily stuffing his wand in his pocket. He ran quickly for the Eighth Level and found himself a seat. Panting heavily he leaned back. "Oh god I'm out of shape." He muttered as yet another yawn overtook him. Glancing towards the small table of sweets and things he smelt the faint musk of coffee and breathed in deeply as if the mere scent might help his state of mind. He wondered if he had the energy to stand but instead slumped a little more in his seat.

Setting

11 Characters Present

Character Portrait: Tille Baker Character Portrait: Michael Nott Character Portrait: Alex Gallagher Character Portrait: Ophelia Katō Character Portrait: Robin Lowe Character Portrait: Maximilian Greenslade Character Portrait: Elias Coleman Character Portrait: Misha Vasiliev Character Portrait: Gwen Andrews Character Portrait: Finlay Tifft Character Portrait: Alexandra Moor
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Dialogue - #7E64A1 || Orion's home - Ministry Of Magic Level 8




As per usual, Ophelia was up at the crack of dawn. She was already dressed in her deep scarlet robes with a matching red lip, cooking breakfast when her brother stumbled into the kitchen, still half asleep. "How on earth do you do it?" Orion asks when he sees his fresh faced sister, wide awake and dressed while he was still wearing his pyjama bottoms with golden snitches all over them. Laughing softly at her brothers disheveled appearance, Ophelia merely shrugs before placing a steaming hot plate in front of him, "Not all of us are beloved Quidditch players who get to make their own schedules," She retorts, then plating up some breakfast for herself and taking a seat with her brother at the breakfast bar. "That's not true, it's just not peak season so I don't have to train so much." Orion says, defending his profession. "You're right, it's a tough life being the adored seeker of the English National Quidditch team." She teases, watching her elder sibling scoff down his breakfast while she paced herself with her own.

Once breakfast was finished, Ophelia quickly jumps out of her seat and dumps the plates in the sink, "Well since I cooked breakfast and have an actual job to get to, you can clean the dishes." Ophelia grins cheekily, biting her tongue. Not giving her brother time to complain she kisses his cheek and heads for the door. "Lia, wait-" Orion calls out after her, which has her turning on her heels just as she is about to leave, "I'm really proud of you little sis." He beams and Ophelia can't help but feel her heart melt a little. Her brother (besides her father) was truly the only man she could trust. "I'll tell you all about it when I'm back." Ophelia promises hearing him shout out "Good luck!" As she leaves their apartment and heads for the lift.

Growing up in the suburbs, Ophelia wasn't quite used to the Muggle contraptions she's had to use since coming to London. Especially the lifts, they just baffled her. Of course she knew the mechanics of the thing but it just seemed so ugly she hated being trapped inside the steel coffin and much preferred taking the stairs but as she lived on the 9th floor, Ophelia figured she didn't really have time to spare traipsing down all of them today.

Finding her way to the exit, Ophelia headed next-door to the odd little antique shop most wouldn't even notice when walking past. Greeting Hector with a wave, the tiny man hobbles over to Ophelia and embraces the young girl in a hug. "Ah my dear, it's good to see you!" Hector was a close friend of Ophelia's parents and quickly became hers once she moved to London. "Hey Hector - I'd love to chat but I have to get going." Ophelia apologises heading to the large fireplace that was hidden behind rows of old books and odd looking clocks. Most of them were used as port keys, although Ophelia didn't like to use them. She much preferred the Floo Network. "Oh of course you're starting at the ministry today," Hector gushes, seemingly more excited about Ophelia's job than she was, "Best of luck, and give your parents my regards when you next see them, would you?" The elderly man asks, smiling at the thought of his childhood friends. "Of course," Ophelia agrees stepping into the fireplace, "Bye now!" She says before loudly announcing her destination and throwing the powder.

And with that, the girl disappeared. Before quickly reappearing in the Ministry. Taking a deep breath, Ophelia runs a hand through her cropped black hair and heads for Level Eight. She couldn't decipher whether it was fear or excitement she was feeling. Deciding it was probably a little of both Ophelia tries to push her anxiety to the back of her mind. While internally the girl was rather nervous, not a second of that worry played on her ever calm features. Finding where she figured the Minister would hold his speech, Ophelia notices a fair few people already in the room and takes a seat a few away from anyone else. Nobody seemed to be seated with someone else and Ophelia figured she'd follow suit. Besides, she didn't recognise anyone there.

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Character Portrait: Tille Baker Character Portrait: Michael Nott Character Portrait: Alex Gallagher Character Portrait: Ophelia Katō Character Portrait: Robin Lowe Character Portrait: Maximilian Greenslade Character Portrait: Elias Coleman Character Portrait: Cybèle Valenta Character Portrait: Misha Vasiliev Character Portrait: Gwen Andrews Character Portrait: Finlay Tifft Character Portrait: Alexandra Moor
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Michael Nott
Location: Auror's Office - Ministry Level 8 l #067330 l Auror's Office


Michael heaved a sigh of relief after finishing the extensive amount of work he'd been left to perform as a result of the recent Ministry walk-outs. One of which had been the previous Head Auror, now this itself wasn't too big an issue since the Office wasn't exactly stable even under the best of times. As such the precedent was until otherwise appointed the most senior Auror would assume the position of acting Head until an official appointment could be made; unfortunately the walk out added some extra seniority to Michael's position and while he wasn't the most senior - the work had still been diverted to him.

Thus over the past couple weeks, he'd been forced to produce several booklets to act as an alternative of the standard three year training curriculum to keep the number of acting personnel as high as possible without sacrificing too much in terms of quality of preparation. This was in addition to an increased workload and time spent in the field because of the sudden decrease in personnel - add in an extra peer review because of a dangerous alchemical substance he'd successfully recreated for the Ministry and it was easy to see that the man was being sorely taxed by his workload. In fact he'd just submitted the report on the findings of the investigations of the magical arson that most likely joined the ranks of the top stories in The Daily Prophet. He intended to use the crime scene as a way to get the newbies feet wet - complete with a potentially unnecessary request of supervision from the Beast Division since not all Auror's were experts on the matters of spawning magical creature, himself being a prime example.

Sadly, he couldn't enjoy the satisfaction of finally having nothing to do since he'd been assigned as part of the security to the Minister's little welcoming party for the new blood. This left the poor wizard to magically shrinking he latest set of booklets for the Auror's, pack them in his coat, and hobble to the lift with as much gusto as he could muster before taking his assigned station. He could only count himself lucky for not being part of the Minister's personal entourage, but the fact his was the only station out in plain sight left him a little uncomfortable...he hated being the Center. Nevertheless as a professional, he batted the unnecessary thoughts aside to focus on skimming the crowd and the faces therein.

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"Miss Valenta, if you don't come now we'll be late, and..." The Ministry worker shuffled nervously on his feet as amused, mismatched eyes fell on him. An arched eyebrow and thinly veiled smirk made him fidget all the more, his hands unsuccessfully attempting to scrunch the bowler hat he was holding into a ball. "I've been instructed that you're to be there with the rest of the recruits, or else..."

"Or else you'll string me up by my thumbs and leave me to the dementors I suppose." Cybele Valenta finished, her smirk and tone indicating the sarcasm of her words. No flicker of humour passed across the ministry worker's face however, instead his brows furrowed in concern.

"Oh no, Miss Valenta, your crimes don't warrant a dementor's kiss." Came Rudolph Clearbrook's serious reply, his head shaking earnestly. "That punishment is reserved for the worst offences, perhaps fifty years ago you may have had your thumbs removed for theft, and even then..."

Cybele tuned out the rest of Mr Clearbrook's words, not interested in the least about the legal specifications regarding particular levels of crimes. Regardless of whether he had the attention of his audience, namely Cybele, or not Mr Clearbrook continued to talk. Four days she had been stuck with Mr Clearbrook, who had been assigned to watch her after her own punishment had been handed down by the wizengamot. Her punishment was a seemingly boring servitude to the very office she had once run from, due to start when the other recruits arrived.

Cybele could still smell the dank oppression and righteous justice of the wizengamot's dungeons, where the trial had taken place. She had been magically cuffed and made to stand before a scornful judge, her crimes read out and analysed, her future dictated by a group of bureaucratic nobodies. Yet, she would have preferred to repeat that all again than be forced to spend another moment with the stick in the mud the Ministry had assigned to watch her before work began. All he'd done was bore her with protocol and legal lectures. He didn't recognise sarcasm, and jokes flew right over his head. Cybele half thought that this must have been part of the punishment too, being placed with, quite possibly, the most boring person at the Ministry.

With that thought in mind, Cybele decided it was definitely time to see what else the Ministry had to offer. "Alright, let's go." Cybil interrupted the man mid-sentence, pushing herself to her feet and raising an eyebrow, "What's the punishment for tardiness at the ministry?"

Rudolph, apparently caught off-balance by the interruption, took a moment to collect his thoughts before answering, "I believe that would depend on the department. I, myself, have never been subjected to such punishment, as I am always very timely."

"Except when you're accompanying criminals to work?" Cybele replied with an amused smirk. Again, the humour completely bypassed Rudolph, and the man instead looked at his timekeeper before replying,

"Actually Miss, I believe we will be on time if we leave within the next two minutes. Do you have everything you will need for the day?"

Cybele patted down the pockets of her black robes, feeling the slim shape of her wand inside the folds. The robe she wore, black with pale violet inner-lining and accents, was one of her own. While the ministry may have confiscated much of her illegally obtained items, they had at least allowed her to keep her clothes. If Rudolph's uniform was anything to go by, she was exceptionally glad for this. Not least because much of her clothing had small pockets hidden within the folds, perfect for ferreting away little treasures here and there. Now, however, she only possessed her wand.

It was a short trip to the ministry, as most apparition trips tend to be. A soft crack signalled their departure and arrival, with Mr Clearbrook's hand releasing her arm once their feet had hit the marbled floor of the Ministry. The man stayed close as the pair made their way to the 8th floor, nodding occasionally at equally stoney faced workers they passed. Only when they found the atrium, lined with white chairs for the Ministry's recruits, did he stop walking.

"I'm to leave you here, but first..." The man pulled out his wand, and before Cybele had time to react, a spell had left his lips and what looked like a small cloud of glittering dust shot from the tip of his wand towards her head. Cybele took a step back in surprise, but the dust had already dissipated, leaving Cybele with only a strong urge to sneeze. "The tracking spell links directly to the Ministry. Your whereabouts will henceforth be known and recorded. Should you try to leave the country they will be alarmed."

"Creepy." Cybele muttered, rubbing her nose. Clearly, this made any thoughts of escape much more difficult.

"Necessary given your abilities." He responded, before his wandless hand waved towards the seating. "Please, take a seat. I am sure the Minister won't be long."

"It's been a blast, Ruddie." Cybele said in farewell, lazily saluting the man as she turned and headed towards the seating. There were already several people seated, some she might have gone to school with, others she'd never seen in her life. The witch took a seat somewhere in the middle, glancing around in amusement at all the other solitary souls seated alone. She idly wondered if any of them would be her new 'team mates', those with whom she would work with in the Law Enforcement department. While her situation was less than ideal, Cybele couldn't deny that the coming weeks would be interesting.

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Mikhail Vasiliev had been up for several hours before departing for the Ministry. His early rise was not an effort to ready himself for his future career, but rather a chance to watch what had been his previous career. Specifically, he had risen early to catch the game between his old team, the Tutshill Tornados, and a rival Italian team. Given the slight time differences between the countries, Misha had one of two options. The first, being waking early and seeing the game live, or indulging in more sleep and then being forced to watch the highlights at the end of the day. Clearly, the first option won out. Misha was already an energetic soul, but stick him in an office when there's a game he's dying to watch and you'd get no work out of him.

Of course, there were downsides to watching the match. The largest being the maddening urge the young wizard had to jump on a broom and fly. And then his hand would twinge, reminding Misha of why he had been forced to leave Puddlemere United and instead agreed to take the Ministry job. The Healers had done their best, and told him that only time would tell whether those wounds would fully heal. Until then, Misha had to tortuously watch quidditch, where once he had played amongst the best.

Watching was hard, especially when the game was as close as this. But, at least there was still the thrill of the game, and the atmosphere. Mikhail lived for that atmosphere, which was why a job at the Ministry had been far from his mind when he'd left school. As the game ended and Misha began to gather the items he'd need for the day, he found himself wondering just what his new job would entail. He would be working at the quidditch headquarters, which to his mind was the best part of the ministry. So long as he wasn't filing papers all day, he was sure he could handle it.

That being said, organisation had never been Misha's strong suit. His apartment was only moderately tidy, thanks more to a few spells his mother constantly reminded him to cast, than to Misha's cleaning routine. As he searched through a few old bags, he found items he hadn't realised he'd lost. A broom shining kit, some old posters of himself smiling and waving at the crowd, an old book from his school days... but what he couldn't find was some parchment. With a sigh of irritation and a Russian expletive, Misha decided to forego the parchment. Surely the Ministry had enough anyway, and beside, he really wasn't the note taking type.

With that settled, Misha smoothed his robes down - a lovely, dark blue set with silver accents that he had been told brought out his eyes - made sure his wand was in his pocket, and then turned on the spot and disappeared. He reappeared seconds later in a small alley opposite the Ministry of Magic. With a confident smile the wizard took off, his feet carrying him out of the alley and right into a passing muggle. The muggle, a balding old man with the most hideous brown shoes Misha had ever seen, staggered back, only managing to keep his feet thanks to a steadying hand from Misha. The muggle opened his mouth, as if to say 'thank you', before his eyes widened and his lips pursed shut in distaste. Misha fought back a laugh as the muggle muttered something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like, 'Odd loon' before shuffling off. Misha supposed his lovely robes did look slightly out of place to passing muggles.

Misha shook his head, an amused expression on his face as he entered what appeared - to muggles - to be a down on its luck public bathroom. He stepped into a free stall, up into the toilet bowl, and without hesitation pulled the chain to flush the toilet. A moment later he was within the Ministry, shaking off water from the ends of his robe as he took a few watery steps. His wand was in his hand moments later, though Misha had to pause and think for a moment before the appropriate spell came to mind.

Once dry, the wizard made his way to the Atrium, where his stomach immediately let him know that there was food on offer. Attempting to stop himself from salivating over the floor, Misha made a beeline for the food. He eyed the plate of another wizard, who had piled his full with food. That was surely the way to do things, and Misha was going to follow his example.

"This looks delicious." Misha said aloud, turning a grin on the yellow-robed wizard before his attention slipped back to the food available. While his plate didn't end up being quite as full as the other man's, there was definitely enough food to get Misha through the day. With a nod to the yellow-robed wizard, Misha took his plate and found a seat beside a witch he vaguely recognised from Hogwarts. Had she been the year above him? And in Ravenclaw? No, Slytherin. He'd only spent two years at Hogwarts, and the majority of that had been on the quidditch pitch.

As he sat, the witch in question turned her head, her eyes traveling from the food on Misha's plate, to his face. Recognition sparked in her eyes, which wasn't entirely foreign to the ex-quidditch player. Most quidditch fans recognised his face, or at least Puddlemere United fans did.

"Hi there, aren't you that quidditch player?" The witch asked, a curious smile decorating her face as she lounged in the chair, making the white seat look as comfortable as if she were on a reclining couch.

"One of them." Misha replied with a friendly grin in return, before continuing, "I'm Mikhail Vasiliev."

"Cybele Valenta." She replied with a stunning smile, which seemed to grow the longer her eyes lingered on his face, "Pleased to meet you." Unbeknown to Misha, Cybele had just decided that working for the Ministry definitely wouldn't be as bad as she had thought.

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Character Portrait: Michael Nott Character Portrait: Alex Gallagher Character Portrait: Ophelia Katō Character Portrait: Elias Coleman Character Portrait: Cybèle Valenta Character Portrait: Misha Vasiliev Character Portrait: Gwen Andrews Character Portrait: Finlay Tifft
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Finlay Tifft
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Finlay moved to get off the bed, but a tight grip on his legs stopped him from going anywhere. Thumper had her head across his knees, trapping him where he lay. He rolled his eyes and dug his elbows deep into the cushion of the mattress and pulled himself out from under her iron grasp to which she let out a loud groan, and looking at him with an annoyed glance before she dropped her head back down. Where's your brother? He asked aloud twisting off of the bed patting her side. After throwing a shirt on he left the bedroom looking Spire, who was absent from his usual spot on the small rug that lay just in front of the door. Spire never would leave that place unless Finlay were awake or he heard something, but if that were the case and he had caught an intruder Finlay wouldn't have slept through the night.

As he walked down the hallway, the subtle sounds of page flips and delicate sips echoed from the dining room, of course, this was an intruder, but an intruder of another nature. This particular intruder had dark brown curls down her back and a large burn scar from her cheek to her collarbone. "Well, that explains it." He said entering the dining room.

"You know, you really should clean this place. It could use a good dusting.” Spire was standing by her side staring out of the window while she leaned on the windowsill with her hip. The day's issue of The Daily Prophet floating near. “Oh and I've made tea.”

Mother, you know I detest the stuff. Finlay said.

“I didn't say it was for you, dear.” She looked at him from the corner of her eye. Eyebrow raised with a slight smirk.

So, to what do I owe the pleasure? He asked. Taking a seat and grabbing one of the oranges from the fruit bowl in the center of the table.

“I’m sorry?” She asked while waving a page over.

Why are you here?

“Oh!” Her excitement grabbed Spire’s attention but was short lived as she started back up in her ordinary tone. “No reason, really. I was merely bored, so I popped over. Now if we’re going to be asking questions then why are you still here, don’t you have a job now? Don’t answer that I know what the response will be." She sipped her tea and looked up at the ornate clock above the fireplace. "Shouldn’t you be off?”

Finlay placed the half peeled orange on the table and nodded in her direction. They’ve never had the best of relationships, but they had enough of one for him to understand her that tone, a delicate sound carried weight with a sharpness to it that could cut glass. Even though she asked a question, it was a statement as well as a demand. But demand or not she was right, and he had to get going. "Right. He murmured as he walked down the hall back towards his room. Thumper had repositioned herself and now was sprawled across the entire bed. She managed to open her eyes for a second to see who was coming into the bedroom and immediately closed them after letting out another sleep filled groan.

Finlay changed into a black suit with a grey vest with matching grey robes and returned to the dining room where his mother was still by the window and had taken it upon herself to eat the orange he had started peeling before with Spire still at her side. Finlay grabbed some powder off of the mantelpiece while stepping into the fireplace.

“Goodbye, Dear.” His mother rang out as the green flame engulfed him.

Reappearing in the ministry, he made a quick brush down of his robes and slicked his hair back the best he could before it sprang back up and made his way to level eight. There were already several other members sitting around the table adorned with a variety of food and drink. He bit the inside of his cheek and meagerly muttered Morning. To those that already arrived before taking a seat.

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{ Dialogue - #751945 || Home - Ministry Of Magic Level 8 }




"Oh honey we're so proud of you." Robin's mother, Jessica beams down the phone, "Thanks ma." Robin replies, returning the smile. Jessica had made him call his mothers before he started his first day at the Ministry. Hearing Wilhelmina in the background, undoubtably staring at the phone his other mother was talking into in awe. "Gosh Muggle devices are fascinating," She whispers, taking ahold of the phone, "Hello darling! Can you hear me?" Wilhelmina shouts down the line, almost breaking Robin's eardrums. Chuckling, Robin replies "Yes mum I can," rolling his eyes playfully, "You've been with Jess for over twenty years and yet Muggle things still fascinate you?" Jessica laughs in the background, as Wilhelmina moves a little away from the receiver so that she's no longer deafening her son. "These new telephone things are amazing Beanie, I don't know how you aren't fascinated." At the sound of his mothers pet name for him Robin can't help but feel his smile widen, "I suppose the television has gobsmacked you then, huh mum?" A sharp inhale, and Wilhelmina excitedly babbles on, "Oh honey, don't even get me started on that amazing contraption or we should be here all day - goodness, I almost forgot you have a very important job to get to!" Hearing the exchange of hands, Jessica quickly comes back on the line, "Sweetie I know you have to get off, but just know that your mother and I are so very proud of you, we love you darling." Feeling a sense of sadness that he wasn't with his mothers right now, Robin can do nothing but reply "I love you too ma, tell Mimi that too please - ok bye!"

Finally being able to put the phone down after his long winded conversation with his mothers, Robin smiles a sad smile at the thought of the pair - they were such wonderful people, and so caring. They made sure that despite Robin being twenty-eight now, they still phoned him every Saturday and on special occasions, such as today. Reminding himself that he still needed to get to that ever so important job, Robin drains his mug of the last drops of coffee before dumping it in the sink and with a flick of his wrist, the washing up sponge began getting to work. Dusting off his plum coloured robes with a pitch black lining, Robin made sure that there were no toast crumbs left on him as he raised up his hand, and with a click of his fingers, disappeared.

Reappearing in the centre of the Ministry's main hall, Robin takes a moment to take it all in, before he's rushed into by another wizard."There's no time to dillydally," The smaller, yet much older, gentlemen frowns up at Robin, "You must be new, go to level eight that's where all the others are." And with that, he is gone, his orange robes grazing Robin's calf as he hurries off mutter "Damn newbies." Under his breath.

Finding the exchange amusing rather than unsettling, Robin makes his way to where the lifts were, joining a group of Witches and Wizards they all bundle in chattering away. Someone shouts out, "Level six." Grabbing ahold of the ceiling grips, the lift flies backwards with full force before shooting up and coming to a quick stop at the correct level. Watching as the group file out of the lift, Robin waits for them to exit before calling out, "Level eight, please." Readying himself for another jerky ride. However, the lift seemed to be a little gentler with Robin, perhaps because he was new or perhaps because he had said please, the man wasn't sure. Quickly arriving at his level, Robin thanks the lift before getting out and glancing around to see where he was headed now.

Noticing a few younger people heading down the hall, Robin decides to follow them into a room with a large table in the centre of it adorned with all manner of pastries and other goodies. Guessing that this was probably the right place, Robin grabs a cup of coffee before taking a seat down next to a gentlemen in blue robes with a rather questionable stain on the leg, smiling at him Robin inquires, "I hope I'm in the right place," Robin leans over a little so the man in blue robes can hear him, "This is the meeting for all new employees is it not?"

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Character Portrait: Humphrey Caractacus Burke Character Portrait: Michael Nott Character Portrait: Ophelia Katō Character Portrait: Maximilian Greenslade
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ImageGranny's Advanced Time Capsule Artifact Study - Test GATCA-Ts592 - Report: Level 3 Dimension altering charms failed to initiate partial GATCA's temporal displacement. Recommend further extension charm comparability studies prior to approval of Level 4 charms...
The grandfather clock hoisted above the Victorian era wooden compartment gonged thrice, garnering a mixed reaction from the scribbling dark robed researcher; a sort of simultaneous frustrated sigh and amused chuckle. Thus far, the department had failed to comprehend, let alone repair the time traveling device. Even the clock refused to obey any and all attempts to return it to real time.

A silent Reductor hit the clock head on, shattering the delicate mechanics. Max closed his eyes and quietly tapped his wand five times; once for each second passed. Surely enough, when he reopened his eyes, the clock was visibly whole and ticking as usual. Self-repairing charm: resetting time to previous value? Determine significance if proven Max set aside his quill and project journal. Since his unofficial return to the department, the time capsule had consistently baffled most of his preconceptions regarding time travel.

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"Still at it Mr. Greenslade?" asked one of the department's early arrivals. "Good morning miss Mckinnon. I arrived a short while ago, twelve minutes and fifteen seconds to be exact. I believe the time room has a tardiness discouraging spell about it. ", said Max, gesturing towards the multitude of clocks and time-turners assembled in the hall outside his laboratory.

The unspeakable hesitantly nodded, rightly disbelieving Max's obvious lie, "I know you technically returned to the department a few days ago, but you are still marked down as one of the rookies of the new recruitment drive. The Minister is expecting your lot for some sort of orientation", said the unspeakable, turning to leave the laboratory. "But of course, have a pleasant day" Max mumbled, his gaze locked on his research papers once more. His college stopped by the doorway, displeased at his inaction, "I would make my way down there soon if I were you", she rebuked, leaving no options for discussion.

Max decided to accept his college's words of advice and take a break of his futile attempts at understanding magical devices that theoretically should not exist. Life was so much simpler when one embraced the theory and pretended that anything that disproved it was simply a figment of the imagination. Muggles consistently ignored centuries of obviously magical events, pretending that they were ether pranks of freak acts of nature. Pure-blood's maintained their idiotic beliefs regarding muggle-born, though every bit of ministry sanctioned research disproved most of their dogma as utter nonsense.Seething in frustration of his lack of progress, Max barley noticed the incoming male figure before he ran straight into it.

"My sincerest apologies", said Max offering his hand in aid, "I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings, are you all right?" He asked, taking note of the wizard's expensive velvet dark brown robes. The man conveyed him a disapproving glare, denying Max's offer, of help, preferring instead to stand upright on his own initiative. "Apology accepted, young man, though I would suggest that you pay more attention in public magical spaces, least you continue to waste the valuable time of others". The man huffed and went on his merry way, an ominous snake branded silver-black cane in hand. Max's though but decided against sending any rude gestures towards the pure-blood in-breed's back; he had been the one at fault, though that didn't excuse the pompous bigot's attitude. Young man indeed, he thought with a condescending sneer.

The mechanics of the brain suddenly clicked, leaving Max rooted to the reception area's tiles.
...magical spaces...waste valuable time...

Max was familiar with the muggle time-space theory. Until now, he had dismissed it out of hand, since it didn't account for another element; magic. Magic in turn interacted with both time and space, but separately; not as a single manifold. Could all three elements be incorporated into a single spell? Max paused only to take a seat by an Asian witch, to whom he offered only a brief acknowledging nod, before he took out his research journal and wrote down a small circle and the words matter, energy, space, time, magic. He didn't hold much hope of a breakthrough, but at least he was making progress.

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Humphrey walked a brisk pace, concealing his fury only at face value. He refused to look back at the oblivious muggle spawned delinquent he had just had the misfortune to 'run into' along the hallway. His eyes searched the room with growing discomfort, ears reeling at the sight of the undignified, often excitable conversations of the assembled mass of humanity. How had it come to this? The great and powerful ministry had been reduced to a magical equivalent of the common muggle circus; many acts but only a handful of professional handlers.

He didn't waste his time charging one party or the other with the blame; the liberals and moderates had evidently made up their mind to challenge the traditional establishment, rather than select a compromise half-blood candidate. The pure-blood traditionalists correctly saw the mudblood's appointment for what it was; a deceleration of war against the establishment.

Burke quietly censored his choice of terminology; thoughts and deeds went hand in hand, if he wanted to work with the current administration, he couldn't afford to fall back on purist ideology. No, though he understood the reasons he could not agree with the "the great walk out" as it was now termed. The irresponsible action not only threatened the stability of the ministry, it played on the fears of otherwise moderate pure bloods; creating the bogyman of an administration hostile to pure bloods everywhere.

Which was of course the exact aim of the operation; discrediting the ministry would double if not triple Death Eater membership.

Among the crowd, Humphrey was delighted to recognize Michael Nott and quickly made his way towards civilized company. "Behold the sight of the modern Trojan horse" he declared, preferring a lapse of drama to the usual pleasantries. "So assured of their victory are they not? In their eyes, they have already beaten the establishment, they do not see the transfigured wooden sculpture for what it truly is; a sleeping Horn-tail". Humphrey presented his hand in greeting, revealing the Burke heir's ring; "I am Humphrey Caractacus Burke, reinstated Permanent Under-Secretary of Magical Law Enforcement, order of Merlin second class. I must say, it is quite the relief to meet you Mr. Nott. I hadn't realized any members of your most distinguished house remained in the ministry."

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Location:Ministry Level 8 l #067330 l Auror's Office


Michael had virtually no time to sink back into a pit of self pity of his current predicament as people swarmed into the room... with one face in particular being familiar but he couldn't place it on exactly how he recognized the woman. The Auror dismissed the line of thought, if he couldn't recall the reason he recognized the woman then the reason must be a small matter and could be ignored for the time being. Nevertheless he made a mental note to watch the girl and flexed his free left hand that bore his wand in a dueling bracer for his own comfort. A familiar voice that sounded out familiar poetics prompted a switch in his cane towards his left hand as he turned to address the owner of the voice - his cover unfortunately to be blown for a matter of social protocol. However since in this case, secrecy was not required so a change to a more overt position was allowable.

It was a rare, genuine smile that surfaced on Michael's face as he clasped hands with the Under-Secretary." It's great to have you back Mister Burke; acting Head Auror Michael Nott and I must say it's beyond my talent of tongue to say how reassuring it is to have you back. After all, regardless of the whims of politics - the Ministry keeps the peace after much bloodshed from our ancestors and no one knows how improper abandoning such noble work due to the opinions of the masses better than yourself. Truth be told, the less-than-reliable substitute during your previous absence made things far more difficult for us in the field- your reinstatement clearly shows the current Minister possesses better judgement than the last." Michael made sure to keep a level of respectful formality since after all the man was his elder and also a superior. Despite the fact that the man's various weigh-ins on legal matters had saved his skin more than once and kept a couple dangerous individuals locked up despite...recent opinions on how things should be run. As he himself was only a branch member within the Nott line, Michael held no delusions that any of those had been deliberate or even meant explicitly for his own benefit. In more simple terms, despite his own gratitude, Michael felt that the man was a professional that performed his job and duties admirably - something he could healthily respect.

Still he could only inwardly wince since he'd controlled the volume of his voice less skillfully that he'd like given the noise of the crowd and his own excitement. His word just now of it being the duty of Purebloods to support the safety and well-being of the wizarding community matched his words in a Prophet interview that took place because of his family's rather well known views - he still didn't enjoy the memory of the experience. He could understand the reporter was doing his job: trying to sell a story, but he found the attempts to bait him into a negative reaction obtuse.

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Character Portrait: Michael Nott Character Portrait: Alex Gallagher Character Portrait: Ophelia Katō Character Portrait: Robin Lowe Character Portrait: Epiphanes Fox Character Portrait: Elias Coleman Character Portrait: Cybèle Valenta Character Portrait: Misha Vasiliev Character Portrait: Gwen Andrews
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"Dad. Daddy. Dad."

Young Yseult let out a groan of displeasure and shook her sleeping father for tenth time that morning. She'd tried everything she could possibly think of: pulling at his outstretched gangling limbs (two of which were dangling off the bed), jumping on the bed, shaking him awake as hard as she could. Her head jolted up at the first sign of his awakening.

'Sweetness,' Piff croaked, 'can't you see Daddy has very, very important business involving... this lovely bed here?'
She crossed her arms and sat on the edge of the bed. 'What's the reason you wanted to take the job?'
'The pay?'
'No, the other one.'
'Your bloody grandparents.' Though the thought of having to prove himself to unpleasant creatures as they were was tiring to say the least, that didn't stop him from smiling at her in amusement. There was always the consolation of his shrewd, witty daughter. With one great stretch, he opened his eyes and resettled on the bed. 'Come on, then. Give us a morning kiss.'
'No. Go have a wash and go.' No movement still, only a mischievous smirk spread over his features. 'You'll be late!'
'I'm going, I'm going.' He propped himself on the bed, kissed the top of her forehead, and left the room to prepare, but not before muttering something to the end, 'Yes Mother,' as he went down the cramped hallway.

For all his bravado, he couldn't help but feel the minutest bit anxious about today's swearing in or whatever formality they had in place. Having taken so many comparably less important jobs in the past, becoming an Unspeakable was almost surreal. Having to pick out his best suit (of which he had a multitudinous two) and robes (of which he had an even more multitudinous one) for the day was surreal. Having to face his parents' warm congratulations, his sister's quips about him finally looking less like a transient wizard and his brother's aloof felicitations—all the day before—was surreal. Having to remember to register this new settlement nestled in Muggle territory to the Floo Network was surreal.
He still reeled from it all and all he wanted now was to have a nice, hot coffee and a smoke.

The latter he was able to satisfy with a quick trip to what he believed Muggles called 'the newsagent's'. To avoid sticking out like a sore thumb amongst Muggles, however, he stowed his robes away in his coin pouch until he had use for them later. They had tobacco and some pleasant food and drink items, to be sure, but he sorely wondered how any Muggle had any patience to read what was essentially the equivalent of sitting through one of Professor Binns's lessons.
As he paid for his cigarettes with a Muggle 'tenner', earning him a strange look from the man at the till, he idly scanned the headlines and dull cover photos lining the walls and piled up at the sides of the small shop.
'How do any of you manage?'
'Pardon?'
Piff's mouth bobbed open for a moment as he realised he'd said that out loud before he quickly reached for the first newspaper he could find. 'With this, ah—' He quickly scrambled to find anything of note on the front page. 'Cab-i-net reshuffle.' He cleared his throat. 'Cabinet reshuffle. Can't imagine this business with Macmillan's very good.'
'No, it can't.' The shopkeeper was still eyeing him quizzically, but continued to get Piff's change nonetheless. 'Change's 9.75, sir. Have a good day.'
Piff flashed him a brief smile and quickly left the shop to find the nearest alleyway to hide. He had had a close shave with this Muggle; he couldn't afford even more trouble Apparating in full view.

The Apparation threw him a bit too far from the Ministry, but fortunately somewhere hidden. He half-walked and half-ran the distance to the Ministry exit, donning his dark teal robes as he hurried into the atrium. He bumped into several witches and a displeased goblin who he swore hissed at him as he sped past and into the elevator.
Many others were now gathered at the agreed meeting place. Several of them had already started on the considerable spread.
'Merlin's beard,' he muttered and joined them. 'Morning,'
After stuffing a pasty in his mouth and stowing a few coconut ices wrapped delicately in tissue paper away in his coin purse, he quickly made for his seat with a cup of coffee threatening to spill over the edge if he wasn't careful.

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Character Portrait: Humphrey Caractacus Burke Character Portrait: Michael Nott Character Portrait: Alex Gallagher Character Portrait: Ophelia Katō Character Portrait: Robin Lowe Character Portrait: Epiphanes Fox Character Portrait: Elias Coleman Character Portrait: Cybèle Valenta Character Portrait: Misha Vasiliev Character Portrait: Gwen Andrews
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Lexa slumped down into the chair across from her sisters desk trying to stifle a yawn but failing in the end. From behind Susan, Lexa's identical twin, walked in holding two piping hot coffees in styrofoam cups. "So I hear you took up that offer in the beast division?" Susan placed one of the cups in front of Lexa and she accepted it as if it was the only thing keeping her alive, taking a sip and wincing when she burns the tip of her tongue. "Always so impatient, have you forgotten that coffee is hot?" Her sister asked with sarcasm present in her words and a grin upon her lips as she takes a sip of her own coffee.

Lexa rolled her eyes and blew the top of the coffee this time before taking another sip with no casualties. "Haha, very funny Suzy." there was a pause as Lexa pondered a thought. "Yeah, I think it's time to get back out there. Try something new and something I like." Lexa finished with another sip of her coffee and Susan nodded agreeingly. "And Gemma? How's my only niece doing?" The other sister asked once again, taking a seat in her chair and looking through a pile of papers that sat on the edge of her desk. Leaning back in her chair, Lexa kicked her feet up onto the edge of her sisters desk while resting her hands behind her head. "She's brilliant! I had her sleeping over for the last three days and took her back this morning. She's growing up fast Suzy." Lexa smiled, proud of her daughter. "As they do," Susan replied smiling back at her sister briefly before returning to the papers in front of her, signing away like there was no tomorrow. "I'll pass by mothers later and see her. She still likes strawberry cupcakes?" Susan couldn't help but to smile down at her papers when the two both said strawberry cupcakes in union. "Yeah," Lexa chuckled, she still loves em."

A minute went by in silence as the two enjoyed each others company, Susan scribbling away on parchment and Lexa sipping her coffee and staring up at the ceiling spotting all the little imperfections that she hadn't noticed before. "Hey, Xandra?" Susan raised her head from her papers, taking a peek over at the magical wall clock that ticked away with no electricity whatsoever. "Yeah,?" Eyes still stuck on the ceiling. "Shouldn't you be on the eight level by now?" Alex looked at her sister for a second. It was like looking into a mirror, a mirror that had her reflection but with short hair color blonde. It only took a second for realization to dawn on her before her eyes moved towards the clock. "Bloody hell, I almost forgot." In a swift move Lexa jumped to her feet, boots hitting the ground with a slight thud.

Her hand reached down instinctively in order to feel for her wand just to make sure it was there, an old habit of hers. Once she felt the handle Lexa quickly learned over the desk and pecked her sister on the cheek, grabbed her coffee and was headed out of the office within seconds shouting a "See you later" over her shoulder. Now out and about in the Auror department Lexa couldn't help but to greet old comrades of hers. I mean they were still her friends and it wouldn't be cool if she just sped walked right by them without saying much, although, most of them already knew her so they knew how she was like. Before reaching the elevator there were a few times where she almost ran into a witch here or wizard there threatening to spill her coffee but she protected it with her life and once she got into the elevator she was able to take a few more well deserved sips in peace.

Upon reaching the eighth floor Lexa adjusted her light weight, black dragon-hide robe that she kept open in the front looking more like a coat that anything. Another Auror habit she hasn't broke yet, most didn't wear robes but what they could run and fight in. Spotting a table filled with food that instantly became her first destination. She plucked a blueberry muffin off the table and with her half empty cup of coffee Lexa sat herself in an empty seat, not noticing that she had plopped herself down next to a brunette wearing a beautiful green robe as she bite into the side of the muffin.

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    Sorry guys, I've decided to leave the roleplay. Best of luck with it!

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I am still around, though I can't say I am optimistic about this RP continuing on without a GM.
None the less, I will bring forward my own ideas regarding our present debacle.

What we need is an event to get though the minister's meeting; something that will both make sense from a story point of view and give us a push forwards. Considering the time period we are writing in, I don't think I would be so bold in suggesting some sort of death eater attack on the meeting. It would not be a full scale battle we are familiar with in the later stages of the wizarding war, I don't think the death eaters were strong enough at this time to pull off something like that. But if I was a death eater, I would want to cause as much havoc as possible.

Maybe a few of the new ministry staff have been magically controlled by death eaters and ordered to kill the minister during the meeting? We could play with a certain degree of confusion here, spells flying allover the place; inexperienced ministry recruits trying to make sense of the situation, not knowing who is on their side and who has been compromised. Maybe the minister is hurt during the exchange; this way, if BB doesn't return soon, we could conveniently keep the minister out of the story for a while.

If everyone is in favor of this plan, I would not mind writing in the initial attack.

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I'm still here, and happy to continue on, if you all are.

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Also here and wondering as to how we tactfully move by the Minister's meeting

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I'm still here, but I'm a manager at a retail store ATM so i've been SUPER busy. Plus my internet has been acting up :/ I should be posting soon if everyone sticks around

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    I'm kinda assuming that this RP has died...?

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Hey guys Sorry for my silence there! Work had me swamped. I'll hopefully be making a second post today :)

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Alrighty, I finally finished Rowena and should have my first post up by this weekend if not sooner!

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Hullo! Sorry for the delay! Epiphanes is done! My other character is hot on his heels.

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Hello eveyone! Everyone's characters and posts are looking amazing so far! I've accepted the next characters that are done. :)

@συιʝα By all means! I'm excited to see them.

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Everyones characters look so good! I've already posted for Ophelia but I'm going to hold off on posting for Robin until he is 100% done (I just need to write his biography).

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    Sorry for the massive rambling in both my posts. Promise I don't always ramble... much. Anyways, really excited that posting has started! Looking forward the reading the rest of the posts :)

    Edit: Gah, and I've only just thought that I should have had Misha and/or Cybele go and interact with someone else, rather than each other. Sorry, I'll be sure to do that next time. Or, anyone is free to join them. Misha probably has too much food on his plate to eat all by himself :)

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I was wondering if I could make another female character? Apart of the Department of Mysteries and a natural born Seer. Withe the Face Claim Troian Bellisario

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XD oh man it's all good guys. I made the name silly for fun. I chose it so of course I don't feel insulted! XD way to make my day. However you want to call me is good! Can't wait to read your posts!

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I, Neko the Egotistical just call our GM BB is I have to make a direct address - though Im also known to just use half their name too.

Isn't that right BB? (silent cry at the sudden realization that I let my tea get cold)

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    I'd like to introduce my second character: Cybele Valenta

    She'll be working with the Magical Law Enforcement department after being trialled and found guilty of a variety of crimes (theft, using magic on muggles, black market dealings etc etc). Thankfully she's too useful to throw in jail, so she'll get to know all your lovely characters instead!

    I'll get started on posts! Yay :)

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That's great to gear BoneBrain, I have to admit that I can't help unconsciously flinching whenever I write your username; as I have insulted you by using it, lol. I came up with my present roleplaying username while I was rereading Order of The Phoenix. It was originally the name of my own hypothetical magical newspaper, launched to drive the Daily Prophet out of business.

Max is 99% ready, he is just missing images I am too lazy to add at the moment. I might have to go over the spelling, as I was at least slightly influenced by an alcoholic beverage when I wrote the first draft.

I don't think that second character will be ready by tomorrow, but I will put up a wip with most his personal information, as soon as I can squeeze it into my evening. I think he will be more of a legal advisor; that way all the departments can request and than politely ignore his advice. After all, very few people have the ability to bore themselves into the half life required to gain a comprehensive knowledge of at least several centuries of "modern" wizarding law. The type of person who would have a NEWT in a history of magic for instance!

PS: Great minds think alike Immayahoka.

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Max's birthday is my birthday IRL lol