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Maximilian Greenslade

Department Of Mysteries

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a character in “Ministry of Magic - remake”, as played by TomorrowsHerald

Description

Maximilian Greenslade
"I have nothing to say about the nature of magic that you don't already know. Everything we profess to understand about magic informs us that I should be a six feet beneath a hilariously baffling gravestone. You don't come to the dead for wisdom."

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The Green Leaves of Summer|| Dimitri Tiomkin




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Full Name
Maximilian Byron Dorian-Greenslade

Nickname(s)
Max
Bonewall (his Quidditch nickname, coined by Slytherins but adopted by the Gryffindors of his time)
Old Man/Granny (One of several nicknames given to him by his ministry coworkers)

Age
32

Date of Birth
17th of August 1860

Repealed Date of Death
15th of October 1889

Date of Legal "Resurrection"
15th of October 1959

Sexuality
Hetrosexual

Department
Department of Mysteries | Level 9

Blood Status
Half-Blood (technically a three quarters blood)




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Witty/Sly
Observant
Meticulous
Energetic
Likable
Nervous
Conscientious
Rigid/Strict
Secretive
Insomniac






Personality Description
Daring, idealistic and noble to a fault; these words were once used by ministry officials to describe Max's character. That was a century ago, and presently, no other words could be quite so far removed from the truth. Though he does not remember his experiences in the future, even a time paradox would have trouble undoing the changes to his character.

Max has turned to an almost darker shade of his previous form: devious rather than clever, meticulous and consistently serious over a formally endearing carefree yet hardworking manner and a zealous realist, disgusted by the very thought of dreams and ideals.
Max knows he once held the key to future events, and therefore knowledge that could prove invaluable to the magical world. And yet, he recalls almost nothing; a glaring emptiness is all he has to show for his experiences. This handicap however does not excuse him from his responsibilities to the magical world; the thought of failing to defend it because of his amnesia is intolerable to him.

Attempts to reinvigorate his memory though natural and magical means have consistently failed, if anything; Max's weariness of the future has only continued to grow, along with his frustrated attempts to repair his mind. Only a sense of caution he has no recollection of gaining prevents him from attempting more dangerous solutions. Max understands that even these have no guarantees of success and every chance of permanently crippling him. Left with no means of returning his memories, Max belatedly turned to his own recovery efforts and reintegration in magical society. He was only recently permitted to leave St Mungo's and still has a long road ahead of him until he is fully rehabilitated.

Max is understandably somewhat solitary; twice over he lost an entire world of people; one in the past and one in the future. Despite his reservations, Max has made an effort to adopt at least the façade of his former decidedly social and kindly self. Gradually, the act is turning into a semblance of reality, though Max cannot help his lingering insecurities from interfering; bonds deeper than cordial or somewhat friendly relations still elude him. A typical social pattern would consist of an exchange of pleasantries, friendly banter, an occasional social outing and a polite refusal to any invitation to a personal event; such as a birthday party or the like. Max is tolerant of innocent social awkwardness and first mistakes, however he does not tolerate invasions of his privacy and personal space. More to the point, he despises what he considers phony attempts to share in his loss and loathes pity; preferring to encourage instead an image of the wacky time traveling cousin that everyone like but dismiss as an eccentric. Left with nothing to do, Max quickly drifts to very bad habits. Only his return to the Ministry saved him from falling further, giving him a sense of purpose he thought was quite literally lost in time.





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Biography
Maximillian Byron Dorian-Greenslade was born in Cornwall, in the year of our lord 1859. His childhood was a happy one, split between the family's Cornish estate and their holdings in French Brittany. As the youngest of three born late into his parent's lives; Max was often showered with more affection than responsibilities. His older brothers and heirs apparent to the Dorian-Greenslade business empire had already completed their education by the time their 'baby brother' turned elven, and though the young Maximillian adored both; the already substantial distance between them grew wider as the family heirs assumed the responsibilities of their elders.

The Dorian-Greenslade's were a wealthy house, established by a successful English muggleborn wizard entrepreneur in the late 18th century. Constrained by blood purity prejudice of his home country, the founder left for France and was quickly integrated into its more liberal magical society though his marriage to the Dorian family. The marriage of the the founder's daughter to one of the Greengrass heirs solidified the new family's status as a powerful mix-blooded house, assuming their current Greenslade surname.

Max, ever the bookish intellect of the family, surprised his relatives by being sorted into the house of the brave. Gryffindor changed the impressionable pre-teen from a shy unconfident boy to the outgoing and energetic star keeper of the crimson house's Quidditch team. Upon graduating, Max's house friends encouraged him to pursue a professional Quidditch career, but family pressure convinced him to pursue a steadier line of employment, and use his high grades to join the ministry's department of mysteries instead. The next decade saw the youngest Greenslade adapt to his ministry career. Max was a member of the original team charged with investigating the possibility of time travel, and was among the first to realize the dangers of the process. He married a Breton witch from a good family in his mid twenty's, their son was born a year later. His growing concerns regarding time travel and his newly found paternal responsibilities finally forced him to take action against his coworkers. Max agreed to spy on his fellow unspekables and report any dangerous or illegal experiments to the investigation department. On the eve of his displacement in time, the unspeakable 'spy ring' tried and failed to prevent an unauthorized attempt at time travel using a pre-timeturner device. Max's attempts to counteract the enchantments cast on the device unintentionally activated it; killing his two fellow cell members, while he in turn disappeared and was later presumed to have died in the incident.

Max's memory of what came after is sketchy at best. He knows he spent at least a few years in the unspecified future date before he traveled to 1959, using a refined but no less dangerous version of the time traveling device. The device, a large grandfather clock fitted with a sealed compartment, large enough to contain a single person, re-materialized in the exact same location of the original experiment. Max stepped out of the device before the shocked eyes of department unspeakables and promptly fainted without saying a single word. Max was evacuated to St Mungo's, were he was treated for severe undernourishment and organ failure. Meanwhile, the time traveling device remained dormant and unresponsive. The only clues found inside the compartment were a worn muggle calendar for the year 1959, a magical 19th century pocket watch in perfect working order, Max's wand and a blank sketch book. When Max regained consciousness, the ministry probed his mind for clues though means of legilimency. His most recent memories were found to be his arrival in 1959 and his departure from 1889. None the less, the Department of Mystery's believes Max traveled to an unknown date beyond 1959 but cannot properly recall events which haven't technically transpired. He couldn’t have obtained the worn 1959 calendar or improve the time travel device otherwise.

Max spent most of the next few years recovering in the magical hospital and learning about the present era. His family, including his widowed wife and orphaned child, permanently immigrated to France in the turn of the century were they prospered. The Dorian-Greenslades was later involved in the resistance to Grindelwald regime and was subsequently murdered as an example by his supporters. His son died in the war, while his wife was killed by dragon pox in the early 1950's. Most of the family's assets have since been inherited by distant cousins in France; the British assets had long since been liquidated. After his release from hospital several weeks ago, Max was able to regain his own savings after a particularly unpleasant discussion with Gringots. He has filed a request to regain control of his family's Cornish estate to the Wizengamot, but progress has been slow. When he was presented with an option to return to his old job as a ministry unspeakable, Max accepted and underwent a refresher course regarding the developments of the past 60 years with suspiciously little difficulty.




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Likes:
Reading Newspapers Quidditch Old Magic Modern Muggle Music Responsible Gambling Brainstorming Working Cornwall The Sea Sitting on a beach Haggling Sweet foods

Disikes:
Alcohol Automobiles Time Travel Idealism Glory Seekers The Dark Arts Irresponsible magic Pure-blood elitism Goblins War-hawks (politics) Rashness Phony compassion/pity

Secrets:
On his first few weeks out of hospital, Max turned to drinking and did so heavily and without reservations. Prior to taking his job in the Ministry Max realized that he could no longer simply enjoy a single drink; that he was an alcoholic and could only be cured by turning away from the habit completely. Consequently, Max never drinks anything alcoholic and tends to look down on those who do.

Family:
Deceased. Distant relations among several French families and the Greengrass family in England.





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Wand Type:
Hazel wood, 12 inches with a dragon heartstring core; reasonably supple flexibility.

Patronus:
Does not know how to cast one

Boggart:
An uncontrollable fire storm

Occupation or What they did Before Recruitment:
Unemployed

Pets:
A recently purchased snowy owl called Swiftsure

Magical Strengths:
Flying
Charms
Arithmancy
Ancient Runes
Magical Theory
Offensive Hexes & Jinxes

Magical Weaknesses:
Herbology
Divination
Transfiguration
Care of magical creatures
Advanced Defensive Magic





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Face Claim: Ed Wasser


Portrayed by: Tomorrowsherald


Dialogue Color:
[color=##4d4e50]##4d4e50[/color]

So begins...

Maximilian Greenslade's Story

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Gwen Andrews Character Portrait: Alex Gallagher Character Portrait: Elias Coleman Character Portrait: Ophelia Katō Character Portrait: Robin Lowe Character Portrait: Tille Baker Character Portrait: Michael Nott Character Portrait: Finlay Tifft Character Portrait: Misha Vasiliev Character Portrait: Maximilian Greenslade Character Portrait: Alexandra Moor Character Portrait: Cybèle Valenta

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London | Ministry of Magic | Summer | 1962

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Font Gabriola | Colour #5e6370

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.

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Character Portrait: Gwen Andrews Character Portrait: Alex Gallagher Character Portrait: Elias Coleman Character Portrait: Ophelia Katō Character Portrait: Robin Lowe Character Portrait: Tille Baker Character Portrait: Michael Nott Character Portrait: Finlay Tifft Character Portrait: Misha Vasiliev Character Portrait: Maximilian Greenslade 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: Gwen Andrews Character Portrait: Alex Gallagher Character Portrait: Elias Coleman Character Portrait: Ophelia Katō Character Portrait: Robin Lowe Character Portrait: Tille Baker Character Portrait: Michael Nott Character Portrait: Finlay Tifft Character Portrait: Misha Vasiliev Character Portrait: Maximilian Greenslade Character Portrait: Alexandra Moor Character Portrait: Cybèle Valenta

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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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Character Portrait: Ophelia Katō Character Portrait: Michael Nott Character Portrait: Maximilian Greenslade Character Portrait: Humphrey Caractacus Burke

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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.

Location: Department of Mysteries - Level 9
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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."