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Ophelia Katō

Department Of Mysteries

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a character in “Ministry of Magic - remake”, originally authored by la.lune, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Knee Socks : Arctic Monkeys Look Out : Modern Baseball



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| Full Name |
Ophelia Eos Katō
( o-fee-lia )

| Nickname(s) |
Lia | used commonly among all friends | liked
Fee-Fee | used mainly by family - very rare | adored
Lee | used more often than not to rile her up | disliked

| Age |
Twenty-Two

| Date of Birth |
1st November

| Sexuality |
Demisexual | Panromantic

| Department |
Department Of Mysteries




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|Personality|

Intelligent | Reserved | Eloquent | Cold | Thoughtful | Pessimistic

Even as a child Ophelia was the type of person to sit in the corner and read a good book, rather than go play outside with the other kids. She's never been much of a social butterfly, despite her family's typically outgoing attitude, Ophelia is seen as the dark horse of the family and prefers to live her life in the shadows - away from the public eye. Which can be difficult, considering her brother is the star seeker for the English National Quidditch team.

While Ophelia does tend to enjoy her alone time, that's not to say she is completely antisocial. The girl just finds it rather hard to befriend people, having been reserved and quiet her whole life - Which can often make her come across and stuck-up and unapproachable. However if you do pluck up the courage to speak to her, Ophelia is, in fact, a sweetheart. She's incredibly thoughtful and quite possibly the worlds best gift giver, and she speaks with such intensity and enthusiasm it's difficult to not get caught up in her words.

Since her messy breakup, Ophelia has been known to be quite the pessimist. Especially when it comes to love. She's never been the kind of girl to look at the glass half full, but now her pessimism seems to be edging more towards narcissism, which will definitely make her befriending people even harder.

Ophelia holds herself with a sense of purpose and confidence, despite her inability to communicate well with others, Ophelia is rather eloquent and when she does speak, it's often to contribute an intelligent idea to a thought provoking conversation. Not one for small talk, Ophelia would rather sit in silence than have to chit chat about how she slept. If you're going to talk to her then you'll have to engage the well spoken woman in a more interesting conversation than 'it's pretty rainy today isn't it?'

Much as her name would suggest, Ophelia has a fascination with stars just as her parents did. You'll often find the girl outside at night, trying to spot the northern star and if you ask her, she'll happily point out all of the constellations. She never feels more at home than when she's out in the cool night air, watching the stars twinkle in the twilight.

During her time at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry, Ophelia was often one of the top students in most subjects, although found she excelled most in astronomy and DATDA. She was also a prefect for Ravenclaw house for a while, although found it rather difficult when she was placed in a position of power where she had to address the entire house and sometimes, the entire school. So Ophelia gave it up after the first year.

Many would assume that Ophelia would be rather judgemental, given her off-putting attitude and cold demeanour, but it is in fact quite the opposite. She is one of the most understanding people, and if a close friend of hers or in fact, almost anyone, approached asking for help or advice Ophelia wouldn't think twice before lending a hand or sharing some wisdom. Her mother often notes how Ophelia has an 'old soul' and is very in tune with other's emotions, she just doesn't know how to convey her own to make her likeable. Which is something that frustrates her to no end.




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|Likes|
Reading Astronomy Working Alone Time Being With Good Friends & Family Sour Foods The Colours Lilac, Turquoise and Grey The Nighttime The Dark Being Outdoors Stargazing Gift Giving Romance Laughter Daisies Swimming Playing Quidditch (Only When With Her Brother) Winning Deep Conversations Meaningful Relationships Dancing Soft Kisses & Warm Hugs Mint The Smell of Lavender Studying Magic Piping Hot Tea

|Disikes]|
Crowds Loud Noises Hyperactivity Strong Perfume Scents Snakes Apples The Colours Yellow, Brown and Red Being Sick Doing Nothing Bright, Unnatural Lights Spirits Cigarettes Her Ex The Thought Of Love (For Now) Couples Being Alone Being Dumped Cheaters Liars Being Pre-Judged Cough Medicine The Heat Casual Hookups Getting Drunk Big Parties With People She Doesn't Know

|Secrets|
Most people while notice the ring missing from Ophelia's left hand, but what she won't tell anyone is why. Most have assumed she broke up with her (ex)Fiancee due to her seemingly cool attitude toward the whole thing and the fact that she is seen as rather ruthless. However, the truth is that he cheated on her multiple times, including with her old best friend which has made Ophelia not only incredibly wary of love, but also unable to trust others.

|Family|
Eleanor Katō (nee. Wilson) | Mother | Fifty-Seven | Astronomer
Daichi Katō | Father | Sixty-One | Retired Auror
Orion Katō | Thirty | Seeker for the English National Quidditch team




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|Biography|
Ophelia's childhood was a rather happy one. With both her mother and father in her life (and deeply in love) since childhood she has been instilled with a longing for love and a sense of what she wants to call 'home'. While as a child she was rather secluded, that was only through her own doing and she still had two dear friends - Lily and Isaac. Ophelia can remember having a crush on Isaac since she was five years old, she'd often imagine their future together with a family and sweet little cottage. Despite not having the most friends, Ophelia was rather happy with her two best friends and her brother to hang out with. Although Orion was very popular with the whole school, especially when they got to Hogwarts and he joined the Gryffindor Quidditch team, he would make sure to always make time for his little sister.

Growing up in the Kent countryside meant Ophelia had lots of land to roam on and space to discover her magic. Something that happened rather suddenly at age eight. She was in the garden with Isaac and Lily, Ophelia had her favourite doll with her and refused to let Lily play with it. Lily then proceeded to try and tear it from her hands, causing a leg to separate from the dolls body. Ophelia was distraught, and Lily sheepishly backed off. Isaac attempted to comfort the crying girl but Ophelia just gripped her dolly tight, willing her to be ok. When Ophelia pulled away to see the damage that had been done, she saw nothing but her doll in pristine condition with both legs still attached. Despite that being the simplest of magic, it was the start of Ophelia's impressive career as she went onto perform more complex spells in her teens.

Arriving at Hogwarts, both friends by her side again, Ophelia was quickly sorted into Ravenclaw while they went to Gryffindor with her elder brother. To begin with, Ophelia was sad she wasn't with her friends and brother but once to got to know the likeminded individuals she shared a house with, the girl quickly settled in. It was during their Fourth year that Ophelia finally plucked up the courage to ask Isaac out, it was during a trip to Hogsmead. Isaac happily accepted and even bought her a chocolate frog in Honeydukes. They dated all through school (much to Lily's dismay). What Ophelia had never realised was that Lily also had feelings for their male friend, and so when Ophelia would boast about her amazing relationship, Lily would bite her tongue and smile, all the while slowly disliking Ophelia for what she was doing.

Once Ophelia left school, her and Isaac soon moved in together and when she turned twenty he proposed. Still close with Lily, Ophelia was eager to share the news with the girl who she still had no idea, loved her Fiancee. Trying to get revenge, Lily began dating Ophelia's brother, Orion, but that didn't last long before he got a spot of the English National Quidditch team and had to break up with her due to travelling so much. As her sadness turned to anger, Lily hatched a plan to get Isaac to fall for her instead.

It wasn't until the past year that Ophelia found out Lily's feelings. And in the worst possible way. Coming home to her Fiancee and her best friend kissing in her own home was probably the most painful thing to ever happen to Ophelia. After throwing his ring at him, Ophelia swiftly moved out and into her brother's apartment. He wasn't there often so she pretty much had the place all to herself. Ophelia was heartbroken - How could she ever trust anyone again?

Her life was pretty much a mess until she got offered a job at the Ministry - somewhere she's always wanted to work. Gleefully accepting, Ophelia decided to focus on the future and forget about her painful past.




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|Wand Type|
10 1/4", Yew wood, Veela hair core

|Patronus|
Siamese Cat

|Boggart|
Her family slowly dying & having to live her life alone

|Prior To Recruitment|
Ophelia had always dreamt about working for the Ministry of Magic, as soon as she left school the girl applied but was told she was too young and needed some more experience. Joining her mother at her place of work, Ophelia trained to become an astronomer before getting contacted by the Ministry and going to work for the Mysteries Department.

|Pet(s)|
Sphynx Cat | Astrid | Male | 3 years old
Screech Owl | Venus | Female| 7 years old

|Magical Strengths|
Astronomy
Charms
Defense Against The Dark Arts
Divination
Study Of Ancient Runes
Potions

|Magical Weaknesses|
History Of Magic
Transfiguration
Herbology
Care of Magical Creatures
Flying




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|Face Claim|
Kiko Mizuhara

|Portrayed by|
La.Lune

|Dialogue Color|
#7E64A1

So begins...

Ophelia Katō's Story

Setting

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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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

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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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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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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: Gwen Andrews Character Portrait: Alex Gallagher Character Portrait: Elias Coleman Character Portrait: Ophelia Katō Character Portrait: Michael Nott Character Portrait: Misha Vasiliev Character Portrait: Cybèle Valenta

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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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Character Portrait: Gwen Andrews Character Portrait: Alex Gallagher Character Portrait: Elias Coleman Character Portrait: Ophelia Katō Character Portrait: Michael Nott Character Portrait: Finlay Tifft Character Portrait: Misha Vasiliev Character Portrait: Cybèle Valenta

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Location| Home, Ministry of Magic - Level 8
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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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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."

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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: Michael Nott Character Portrait: Epiphanes Fox Character Portrait: Misha Vasiliev Character Portrait: Cybèle Valenta

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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: Gwen Andrews Character Portrait: Alex Gallagher Character Portrait: Elias Coleman Character Portrait: Ophelia Katō Character Portrait: Robin Lowe Character Portrait: Michael Nott Character Portrait: Epiphanes Fox Character Portrait: Misha Vasiliev Character Portrait: Cybèle Valenta Character Portrait: Humphrey Caractacus Burke

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| Location: Level 2, Head of MLE Office - Ministry level 8 | #8a3f21 | Beast Division |



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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