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Elias Coleman

Beast Division

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a character in “Ministry of Magic”, originally authored by BoneBrain, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

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"Great things never came from comfort zones."

Theme Song
One Dance || Drake




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Full Name
Elias Coleman

Nickname(s)
Eli

Age
26

Date of Birth
January 2nd

Sexuality
Heterosexual

Department
Beast Division




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Cheerful
Articulate
Flexible
Modest
Understanding
Shy
Clumsy
Distractible
Frugal
Insecure






Personality Description
Elias is the type of man who is very comfortable with his current situation. He enjoys his own company as well as the company of magical creatures, however sadly money has been a little tight with the Daily Prophet offering him less and less as of late. So when he was asked if he would be interested in joining the Beast Division of the Ministry Elias faced a rather difficult choice. Having to work with people... It may not be exactly his forte but after much discussion at family dinner it was decided the opportunity might be good for him.

Elias admittedly had to agree and so he forced himself to accept and not dreads the morning of his new job. However he is also trying to be positive and hopes to meet nice people in the Beast Division and also looks forward to encountering magical creatures. Elias is a planner at heart and his home is full of lists of things to do, but should plans change he is quite capable of rolling with it. He prides himself on his laid back attitude despite the fact that he may be terrified on the inside. He is a firm believer that if you act a certain way eventually you might start to feel that way as well. He's hoping the confidence he tries to exude will kick in for real soon.





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Biography
Elias was born on a cold January morning to an extremely pleased muggle mother and wizard father. The Coleman family brought home their second son that afternoon and introduced him to his older sister by three years. His sister Orpha took to the young Eli immediately. There are stories of Orpha conjuring up bubbles for her baby brothers enjoyment. Elias took to magic like a natural, and soon he was adding in sparks to his sisters bubble show.

As the years passed Elias felt his mother grow more and more distant from the family, being a muggle she was forced to just sit and watch as the rest of her family preformed seemingly impossible acts with little to no effort. Sensing her discomfort Elias' father asked the two to tone down their abilities and tucked away a few of the moving posters for her benefit. However this effort proved to be futile and it was the day after Elias' third birthday when his mother packed her bags and left. Distraught their father kept to himself for many weeks, leaving Orpha to fend for her and her brother. Their meals mainly consisted of peanut butter sandwiches and ice cream.

However their father after his time of mourning came back to them seemingly vibrant with life. He had come to the realization that his family needed him and vowed never to let them be again. Despite missing their mother terribly the Coleman family did the best they could. Their father played with them every day and ensured they were always happy. They came together as a family and managed to form a rather successful and positive routine. When the time came for Orpha to go off to Hogwarts, Elias found he missed his sister terribly, and so his father offered to get him a pet to fill the void. Agreeing the two headed off to Diagon Alley where Elias picked out a rather small looking owl whom he fondly named Ellie.

Eli found he connected rather splendidly with Ellie and he spent all of his days with her while he waited for his sister to return home. Years later the time came for Elias to join his sister at Hogwarts and so he packed up his things and Ellie and watched as his father tearfully kissed them farewell at Kings Cross. Elias found himself placed in Hufflepuff and greatly enjoyed his time there. He spent a great deal of time to himself and with Ellie but he found he loved his classes. It was a hard time making friends but the boy did manage to make a few here and there. Being so shy Eli found he preferred the company of animals who seemed far less judgmental. And he could be found doing his homework in the Owlery on many occasions.

during his term at Hogwarts Eli's father managed to meet another woman. She was a pretty thing named Rosie. She worked with Elias' father at the Ministry and the two got along splendidly. So splendidly in fact Elias attended their wedding just after his graduation from Hogwarts. Orpha and he were happy for their dad and watched overjoyed as he was given another chance at love. Wishing to give the happy couple privacy Elias moved into London and found himself a small place where he and Ellie could find themselves. A few months after his move Elias adopted two other cats and unfortunately said his farewell to Ellie who had passed with natural causes.




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Likes:
Animals of Any kind Writing Being Alone His Cats Home Decorating Long walks Wine Comfy huge sweaters The Colour Purple His Family Family dinners Holidays Quiet mornings Muggle T-shirts with funny sayings on them Making Lists Cooking

Disikes:
Large Crowds Public Speaking People Staring Brussel Sprouts Writers Block Blood Confrontation Introductions Maybelle Animal Abusers Zoos Smell of Petrol

Secrets:
Elias is writing a book that he hopes might rival Newt Scamanders. He knows its a large undertaking but he has put many years into the project already.

Family:
Jamal Coleman | Father | Ministry Official
Rosie Riggins-Coleman | New Mother | Ministry Official
Maybelle Craft | Biological Mother | Location Unknown
Orpha Coleman | Sister | Wizard Photographer





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Wand Type:
Black Walnut | Phoenix Tail Feather | 10"

Patronus:
Cougar

Boggart:


Occupation or What they did Before Recruitment:
Elias worked a number of small jobs here and there as a reported for the Daily Prophet. He did a number of articles on magical creatures and how one might go about living along side them. He is also working on publishing a book on the subject as well.

Pets:
Eli has two cats to whom he fondly refers to as Atticus and Finch. Atticus is a large fluffy tabby while finch is a pure white short haired cat. He is considering getting another Owl but finds he cannot bring himself to look.

Magical Strengths:
Care of Magical Creatures
Creature Understanding
Charms
Food Magic

Magical Weaknesses:
Potions
Defense against the Dark Arts
Transfiguration
Elemental Magic





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Face Claim:
Rahul Kohli

Portrayed by:
BoneBrain

Dialogue Color:
#4f7c19

So begins...

Elias Coleman's Story

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ravana O. Grimm Character Portrait: Timothy P. Silver Character Portrait: Gwen Andrews Character Portrait: Alex Gallagher Character Portrait: Ophelia Katō Character Portrait: Elias Coleman Character Portrait: Alis Beaumont Character Portrait: Evan Karim Character Portrait: Victory M. James Character Portrait: Michael Nott

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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.

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ravana O. Grimm Character Portrait: Timothy P. Silver Character Portrait: Gwen Andrews Character Portrait: Alex Gallagher Character Portrait: Ophelia Katō Character Portrait: Elias Coleman Character Portrait: Alis Beaumont Character Portrait: Evan Karim Character Portrait: Victory M. James Character Portrait: Michael Nott

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Location: Home - Ministry Level 8 | #75249a | Beast Division

In the tiny cottage in the middle of a remote forest Ravana Octavia Grimm stood staring at the free feathers floating about what use to be her living room and the pleading for mercy eyes of her Irish wolf hound Kitty. "You, my dear are so lucky today is an important day at work." she growled in her musical voice. Kitty's victim was a feather filled purpled velvet throw pillow that in no way could be repaid see as Kitty had apparently eaten the expensive cloth. With another stern look at her goofy dog the young woman stalked into home office to grab the repots she had been writing on the 'correct' way to handle certain magical creatures without harming them of ones self.

Long dark brown hair rolled down slender shoulders and back to tickle the small of her back which of course caused Ravana to stop and spin to her bedroom, in her rush to make breakfast as she had woken late, and then the diabolical with Kitty, she had forgotten to get dressed. Once in her room she pulled on tight black pants and a cream colored shirt which she paired with her favorite dark plum robe. Pulling her thick hair into a pony tail she quickly returned to grabbing the thick stack of papers. As she rushed out of her house she snapped at the broom and dust pan, "I expect all the feathers to be cleaned up when I return home." Unlike most Wizards and even Witches she knew Ravana preferred to fly then to use Floo powder and she cant use Apparition so broom it was.

Upon entering the Ministry and making it up to Level 8 she released a pint up breath. Ravana wasn't the first to show but she defiantly wasn't last. That was a major plus seeing as she had been nothing but late to work and important meetings sense she had started working here. Picking a seat next to a handsome looking man in yellow robes she quickly swept her eyes over the others in the room. Her hazel eyes were calculating, trying to match physical appearance to a Division. There was no doubt in her mind that the out of breath man in the blue robes would be with her in Beast the messy, slightly crazed look about him matched her own and it matched the look her Foster Father, who had been the Care of Magical Creatures professor at Hogwarts, had. The Yellow robed man though she was stuck between Auror or Department of Mysteries, he had a kinda stuffy air mixed with almost too relaxed nature she had seen on them before. Getting stuck frustrated Ravana and she soon grew bored with her game.





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Location: Home - Ministry Level 8 |#003200 | Department of Mysteries

Having been studying the stars for the past five nights and casting different spells under it and making a multitude of potions Timothy had yet to discovering any proof to the old wives tale that the stars and constellations present changed the effect of the spell. As far as he has been able to deduce, the power is unchanged and no special effects have been present but he wasn't going to give up yet. Obviously something had happened in the past to create the story in the first place.

When Whisky cried from outside his tiny flats balcony door he got up to let her in and noticed the time. Three hours before his first day, with a quick flick of his wand he had his apartment immaculate once again. Tugging on the cuffs of his navy blue button up and dusting his tan slacks he pushed up his glasses and headed to his bedroom for his wand and robe. Timothy, having been called cold all his life, was very minimalistic. Not caring for much except for his owls, his cat, his studies, and his appearance. The forest green robes brought out the hints of warmth and humor in his eyes and he quickly said goodbye to his loyal pets, the only things that seemed to really love him as he was.

It didn't take long for him to arrive promptly and hour and half early, he was the first person in the room. Choosing a seat three rows in and directly in the center. This would allow him to take in all the arrivals and see the speaker clearly. He enjoyed watching as everyone entered, the women in their soft robes that seemed to shimmer over the bodies, men in slightly uncared for robes. It was all very interesting for him. A small smile quirked up his lips, "Yes." he thought, "I am going to enjoy working here."





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Location: Home - Ministry Level 8 | #0d4950 | Obliviator

The four bedroom house in the suburbs was should have been quite, would have been quite had Victory not woken by her father telling it was six. Suddenly she was wide awake and rushing to get ready, because of the houses big size and the fact that it was almost empty of everything but necessities the sounds echoed. A quick shower, tripping over her dog Pepper, somehow managing to fall while putting on her under pants all happened in a matter of ten minutes. A cream colored skirt that reached her knees, a pale mint blouse and her teal colored robes went over.

Victory's cream heels made a little clicking sound as she hurried down to breakfast, grabbing a piece of toast as she brushed out her hair and left the damp auburn locks to dried as they pleased. Turning a look on her obviously amused she stuck out her tongue. "Don't laugh, don't you dare." she growled while finished her toast and grabbing her bag, making sure she had everything she needed including her wand and some paperwork and dashed off to the old fashioned fireplace her father had hand built in the backyard when she was in her 6th year. It was hidden from her neighbors but it allowed her to comfortably travel by Floo sense the fireplace in the house was to small to crawl into.

Grabbing a fistful of dust she got into the fireplace and saw her dad watching from the house, mouthing good bye Victory waved and dropped the dust while saying the Ministry. Arriving right on time she ran up the stairs to Level eight and entered the room as unflustered as possible. Sitting next to the blue robed man she smiled softly, still slightly out of breath.

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ravana O. Grimm Character Portrait: Timothy P. Silver Character Portrait: Gwen Andrews Character Portrait: Alex Gallagher Character Portrait: Ophelia Katō Character Portrait: Elias Coleman Character Portrait: Alis Beaumont Character Portrait: Evan Karim Character Portrait: Victory M. James

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Locaton - The Baumont Manor | Ministry of Magic Level 8


Alis usually rose with the Sun, as soon as the first rays of light hit the windows of her bedroom she could no longer sleep. Stretching her arms over her head she released a gentle sigh. Her cat was at the foot of the bed still asleep on the smooth satin sheets. Alisia slipped out of the bed, threw on a silk robe and descended to the dining room. Even on the hottest of days, and it seemed todaywas going to be sweltering, the manor had a brisk feel to it, maybe it was the thick stone walls and maybe it was the emptiness.

Alisia sat alone at the table, she couldn't remember the last time more than three people sat at the table meant for twelve. The house elves brought out her breakfast and coffee. She ate alone in silence, the only sounds being her chewing of the croissant and the elves skittering around.

After the most uneventful breakfast Alis returned to her room in order to get ready. She was greeted by Persephone's meowing "Well well look who finally decided to wake up." Alis petted the cat and she responded by purring softly. "I can't stay and pet you all day, some of us have work to do." With a gentle smile she scolded the cat for laying around doing nothing all day.

Half an hour later Alis was ready, some eyeliner, a nude lip, simple but stylish black robes and her wand. Deciding against apparition in order not to mess up her hair she said goodbye to Persephone, approached the fire place and threw the floo powder.

Moments later she was at the Ministry. She was early enough so she slowly made her way to the Atrium. The food didn't interest her much and she didn't particularity care about the speech the Minister was going to make but it was obligatory to be here so she chose a seat near the back. There she could keep an eye on everything that's going on.




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ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя #7E8E43 | тнσυgнт cσƖσя #bfbfbf
Locaton - Home | Diagon Alley | Ministry of Magic Level 8


"Shh." - "How dare you shush me?" - "Will the two of you be quiet, you'll wake him."
From the bed Evan could hear the faint noise of voices but he was far to tired to unscramble what they were saying. He was up all night brewing potions and just wanted a bit more time to rest so he ignored the sounds and tried to sink back to sleep.
"Come on just put it on his head." - "No, he's gonna feel it and wake up." - "Just put it anywhere before he does."
He could feel something being placed onto his chest and moments later a piercing screech woke him from slumber. Evan's eyes shot open and he quickly sat up, the bowl that was placed on his chest turned over and it's contents spilled into his lap. The young man furrowed his brows in confusion, why was there owl food all over his bed? A quick scan of the room clarified the situation, his siblings were up to no good. Mina and Zane were giggling as Ariel brought Cashew, the world's meanest owl, into the room.

Evan washed his face and looked at the mirror sighing, he scratch on his chin stopped bleeding but it was not a pretty sight. Having absolutely no talent for healing magic Evan opted for a band-aid, he couldn't risk completely rearranging his face for his first day at work. He quickly changed from his pajamas into a grey tweed suit, green button-down and matching robe his mother said would be appropriate workware.

He descended to find the kitchen in complete chaos. Evan's mother and aunt were cooking what seamed to be a meal for fifty people, pots, pans, spatulas and other utensils were flying all over the kitchen, Zane was chasing Mina for Merlin knows what reason all while Mina's cat tried to climb onto the table and steal a piece of ham. There wasn't much time for breakfast so Evan simply downed a cup of tea. "Look at you all dressed up for work." Narin commented. "You look more prim and proper than the Minister himself." She added through laughter. "Mom picked it out, I think this tie will suffocate me before I even make it to the Ministry. Evan grunted. Narin chuckled and wished him luck. His mother gave him a proud kiss on the cheek and he was off.

One apparition later and he was at the Ministry of Magic. Evan loosened or at least attempted to loosen his tie, fixed the band-aid on his chin and headed for Level Eight. He wasn't late but there were already quite a few people at the Atrium he seemed to recognise a few faces from his time at Hogwarts. Would it be more awkward if I sit next to a stranger or someone I might have talked to once in school? Decisions, decisions. Luckly for Even there were enough empty the seats for him not to sit next to anyone.

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ravana O. Grimm Character Portrait: Timothy P. Silver Character Portrait: Gwen Andrews Character Portrait: Alex Gallagher Character Portrait: Ophelia Katō Character Portrait: Elias Coleman Character Portrait: Alis Beaumont Character Portrait: Evan Karim Character Portrait: Victory M. James

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Dialogue - #7E64A1 || 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 adored 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 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 dear 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: Ravana O. Grimm Character Portrait: Timothy P. Silver Character Portrait: Gwen Andrews Character Portrait: Alex Gallagher Character Portrait: Ophelia Katō Character Portrait: Elias Coleman Character Portrait: Alis Beaumont Character Portrait: Evan Karim Character Portrait: Victory M. James Character Portrait: Michael Nott

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He was finished with his pep talk. There was something about speaking to ones self that Minister Leach found very relaxing. He made sure his hat was on straight once more before he took a breath and was expelling the breath in the next instant in front of the large podium. The kind assistants at the Ministry had given him a stood to stand on and he adjusted his stance for a moment before gazing at the crowd. He felt his heart sink a little as the chairs were barely filled, but he forced a smile upon his face and lifted his wand to his throat.

Leach was well known for his soft spoken voice and so despite his close proximity to his new workers he still needed a spell to ensure it reached even the furthest seats. "Ahem... It is such a pleasure to speak to you at last. I have been looking forward to this day since the concept was brought to action. Now as you know there has been a recent protest within the Ministry against my heritage." He paused for a moment sweeping his eyes over the crowd looking for any signs of emotion. His hand felt a little sweaty upon his wand and he tightened the grip upon the Oak. "I can assure you that despite my origin of birth I have wanted nothing but good for the Ministry from even before the start of my term. It is my great hope that with your help we can perhaps change the minds of those who have yet to open their minds to the concept of an equal wizarding world, and so with each of you will be tasked to not only work for your department but to also join the occasional squad."

These Squads will be tasked not only to seek out those causing harm in society but to also reward those with a more forward way of thinking."
Nobby sincerely hoped that didn't sound as communist as he felt it had sounded. He sighed a little and continued, "I love the wizarding world. With all my heart, and I wish to see everyone safe and comfortable to not only learn magic but also to perhaps create more." His wand moved away from his throat and he conjured a large blackboard. White chalk cursive began to appear on the board and Nobby continued.

"On this board I have written each of your names and your level as well as department. I ask that you head there immediately and make yourselves known. The Ministry has its hands full no question, therefore it is reasonable to expect a task right away. Many of your departments will be sent out with other departments members. So it is a good idea to get yourselves acquainted with as many as you can." There was another long pause as his sad eyes scanned the crowd and then he said "The Ministry thanks you." And with that final word he vanished back to his office.






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

As more and more people filtered into the room Gwen felt herself holding tight to her arms. There was something about crowds that was so unsettling. There was faint click of wood against tile and her eyes flicked towards a man she was certain already worked for the ministry. There was something a little familiar about him, her eyes stayed on him for a moment. Then she forced herself to look away.

Among the others there were certainly a few faces that had been at school with her but she had never bothered to learn their names. "Names in school are unimportant. Remember the names of charms in stead. Use your brain wisely" Her mother had said to her in a letter once while she was still at school. Sighing a little Gwen forced herself to lean back. Just as she did the Minister appeared before them. He waited for people to settle for a moment before starting his speech.

As she listened Gwen couldn't stop her thoughts from drifting to her parents. She was certain they would have walked out of his speech. Her parents, being the elitists they were would not stand for the idea of equality. She forced herself to focus on the now rather than her parents and when the Minister was finished she stood and went to double check on the board where she was going.

She held her bag to her tightly and when she was sure of her location she stepped away before it got too crowded by the board. She somehow managed by the man with the cane and deciding it would be rude not to say hello she offered her hand in a polite handshake.
"Hello, I'm Gwen Andrews. I'm sorry but you seem a little familiar. Have I seen you at a gathering at my Parents estate?"





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Location: Ministry Level 8 | #daa520 | Aurors Office

ALex found himself a seat with his plate. He had a few items left on it and was munching happily on a cookie. He was considering saying hello to a few of the folks that had already arrived but there was something in the atmosphere that made it abundantly clear that everyone wanted nothing to do with one another. People were grabbing seats away from everyone else and he sighed wondering if he would make any friends with the attitude being like this.

Just as he was wondering a lovely looking woman sat next to him. He offered her a kind smile and a soft hello just as the Minister appeared at the podium. He settled back in his chair and listened with interest as the Minister spoke of equality. Being a muggle born himself Alex found he hoped for the same sort of future. He munched quietly as he listened and near the end of the Minister's speech he noticed he had a single cookie left.

As the minister ended and vanished Alex leaned forward and looked towards his neighbor. "Hey there, I'm Alex. Want the last cookie?" He offered the plate with the single cookie to her, rather than a traditional handshake. "I'm starting out as an Auror today." He told her cheerfully. "Where about did you end up?" He felt he didn't need to check to board the minister had helpfully put up and instead decided to focus on what Leach had asked. He would make himself known to everyone he could.





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

Elias was still panting as another woman sat next to him, she also seemed rather out of breath and he chuckled a little. "I'm sure the ministry will have us in tip top shape in no time." He looked down at his tummy and found he had lost himself a little. Sitting a writing tended to make one a little out of shape for sure. She smiled at him and he returned the grin. He was about to introduce himself when suddenly the minister appeared. Elias settled back into his seat and listened carefully.

He found the speech to be a little demeaning towards pure-bloods but supposed the subject that had brought them together was that of inequality and therefore it was prudent to focus on the crowd being pushed aside. Still he wished perhaps the Minister would have said a few things differently. When the board appeared and the Minister left Elias stood and offered his hand to the woman next to him.
"Elias Coleman, Beast Division." He said a-matter-o-factly. "Pleasure to meet you." He mentally cheered himself on for the way he spoke and hoped it didn't come off at too forward.

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Character Portrait: Ravana O. Grimm Character Portrait: Timothy P. Silver Character Portrait: Gwen Andrews Character Portrait: Alex Gallagher Character Portrait: Ophelia Katō Character Portrait: Elias Coleman Character Portrait: Alis Beaumont Character Portrait: Evan Karim Character Portrait: Michael Nott

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Location:Ministry Level 8 l #067330l Aurors Office


Michael took no heed to the words the Minister was speaking since politics didn't interest him much. Instead he surveyed the crowd with its various assortment of faces familiar,unfamiliar and a few a felt should be more or less in one direction than he could currently place. The speech was thankfully short so he was able to lean on the cane instead of actually sitting down and such extra motions and cautions it'd require. When the speech finished, Michael opted to stay in place short of some shifting in the crowd since there were people he needed to talk but still found himself somewhat trapped by the flow of the crowd. As he was trying to reevaluate his course of action one of the faces that he felt he should place but couldn't directly approached and provided and introduction of Gwen Andrews. Typical of pure blood upper crust, he could place the name and recognized the vague familiarity - both of their families were rather ardent on the importance of blood in wizardry. To properly return the handshake, he shifted his cane to his other hand.

" Michael Nott, so you're probably correct. Glad to see mine isn't the only family that recognizes our duty is to keep the Ministry stable regardless of the Minister." Michael couldn't help but leek a bit of disdain on the word Minister but couldn't explain his distaste for the man in asked.

" Miss Andrews would you happen to know to which group you were assigned? Pardon if I'm being rather abrupt but unfortunately I find myself slaving away due to short staff so I'll have to trouble you with my pace of things if you wish to chat - fire to muggle homes, proper clean up et cetera. I find myself in need of some Beast Division and another Auror for proper clean up and inspection." Michael had spoke a bit more than he intended, and couldn't quite keep the exhaustion from his tone at the end. However he'd managed to finally stand stalk still due to Gwen being in such proximity.

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Character Portrait: Ravana O. Grimm Character Portrait: Timothy P. Silver Character Portrait: Gwen Andrews Character Portrait: Alex Gallagher Character Portrait: Ophelia Katō Character Portrait: Elias Coleman Character Portrait: Alis Beaumont Character Portrait: Evan Karim Character Portrait: Victory M. James Character Portrait: Michael Nott

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Location: Ministry Level 8-Beast Division | #75249a | Beast Division

A bight smile graced Ravana's face, "How lovely, a cookie." she laughed while picking it up and taking a small bite. She eyes wondered briefly and her eyebrows furrowed slightly, she had been told she was needed at the meeting because she was to greet the newest additions to the Beast Division that every group was sending someone but yet she only saw a handful of 'veterans' about. Turning back to Alex she once again graced him with a smile, "Ravana, I've been with the Ministry for the past four years. I'm in the Beast Division. I'm 90% sure I was sent here because my supervisor is still upset I accidently released an Pixiu in the office. Not sure why he was so upset, there known for bringing luck..." she stated cheerfully. Standing to her full height of 5'2ft tall she brushed the crumbs off her pants. Doing a quick check that her almost overly long wand was in its in her robe pocket she smiled her good bye before heading toward Michael.

"Your being rude again Michael, I could hear you from where I was sitting." Ravana scolded in a professional but friendly manner " Any ways, what do you need help with? she asked, she was much less bubbly around him then she was around others. Turning to the girl before he could respond, "I'm Ravana Grimm. Your an Andrews if I remember correctly, we went to Hogwarts together." the statement was bubbled with cheerfulness that wasn't there when Ravana greeted Michael.

Though she was focused on the pair she had greeted her eyes had wandered to the messily blue robed man who was sitting with young lady in teal. Obliviator. Her mind decided on immediately focusing on her before moving back to the man, sooner or later she knew she would have to greet him. Probably give him a tour of their division sense her supervisor sent her as the greeter, yeah. It was going to be a long day of smiling.





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Location: Ministry Level 8 |#003200 | Department of Mysteries

Looking around him noticed several people talking so Timothy stood up to study the board. "Ophelia Kate"he said in his normal tone, flinching when his voice bounced off the walls and caused several people to turn toward him. A pink wave colored his checks before he schooled his features and they returned to normal, he hadn't meant to say her name so loud, he hadn't actually meant to say it out loud at all. He had just wanted to know the other people in his Divisions name.

Timothy turned slowly to watch the people in the room, noticed a prim and proper young lady talking to an older gentleman which of course caused him to wonder if the man was new like himself or was a senior in his department coming to greet the new faces. The second girl to walk over seemed far to cheerful for his liking but he noticed how she seemed comfortable around the man. It meant they knew each other. Senior workers then, coming to greet the newbies it seems.

Letting his eyes rove he by passed several other people, he took little notice in the man in the yellow robes whos plate had been full earlier, past the striking woman in black robes and the somber young man in grey with a bandage on his chin, past the blue robed man and the sweet but cold faced teal robed woman only to land on the young woman of Asian decent if her features were to be a hint. It was hard to miss her, those scarlet robes and all but he found a smile creep on to his face before he wiped it away. It was time to find his way to his new work space.






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Location: Ministry Level 8 | #0d4950 | Obliviator

"Victory James" Victory responded in her soft voice, it was hard to hear it over the chatter in the room but sense he was right next to her he shouldn't have to much trouble, clearing her throat "Obliviator." she tried to say louder and succeeded. Smiled at the proud look on his face, obviously he was just as social as she which would make this a very proud moment, at least for her.

"It is also my pleasure to meet you." she responded, her voice was silky with truth but this was becoming tiring even though it had only been a few words. Victory wasn't use to socializing and she found it difficult to think of things to say. [color=#0d4950]"I should go see where I am to report to. I will probably see you around. Yes?" she stated but ended in a question. He really did seem nice and her father had said not to long ago she needed to get use to people. That she needed to get out more. When she had been reporting the muggle news things had been so easy. A script to follow, no nonsense just questions and answers not chit chat and no asking how they were.

Giving him one last look she stood to her full height of 5'6ft tall and gave him the smallest glimmer of a smile and headed toward the board where the dark green robed man was moving away from.

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Character Portrait: Ravana O. Grimm Character Portrait: Timothy P. Silver Character Portrait: Gwen Andrews Character Portrait: Alex Gallagher Character Portrait: Ophelia Katō Character Portrait: Elias Coleman Character Portrait: Alis Beaumont Character Portrait: Evan Karim Character Portrait: Victory M. James Character Portrait: Michael Nott

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

His handshake was firm and exactly the right length that one might expect from a person of social standing. Gwen remembered to keep her shoulders straight and despite her small stature she did her best to appear at ease yet regal. Something her mother was quite accomplished in. She nodded as Mr. Nott spoke of the stability of the Ministry.
"It is my hope to help in anyway I can." He asked her where she was assigned and rambled off a few positions that he needed and she blinked at him with her soft green eyes. "I am to be assistant to the Minster himself but I would be happy to help you find whom you are looking for."

She turned on her heel and gazed over the small crowd. It seemed however that her help was not required as a a dark haired woman approached them followed by the yellow robed man she had been speaking with. She accused Nott of being rude and Gwen couldn't fathom how the brunette had come to that conclusion. They were after all at work. She asked Nott what he needed help with and then turned to introduce herself to Gwen.

The woman's tone changed to a far more welcoming one as she introduced herself as Ravana and commented that they had indeed been at school together. Gwen gazed closely at the woman and then nodded. "Yes I am. I'm Gwen. I do remember you." She said. "It is good to see you again. Now it seems I am in the way." She said glancing towards Nott. She excused herself and said farewell to Ravana.

Free of the small group she breathed a small sigh of relief. She took a moment to herself, to compose and ready herself for her next group chat when suddenly a small paper airplane poked her in the shoulder. She reached for it and it unfolded itself in her hands. Quickly scrawled writing was upon the yellow paper.

Miss Andrews, if you would please gather a personal from the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad and visit me in my office.
Minister Leach


Ok... She thought to herself, time to get to work. She glanced at the board and saw there was a man of the name of Evan whom was exactly whom she was looking for. "Evan Karim!?" She forced herself to speak loudly and clearly. "Is there an Evan Karim here?"





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Location: Ministry Level 8 | #daa520 | Aurors Office

Alex set down the small plate on the chair next to him after Ravana had taken to cookie. The plate seemed to vanish in a small poof of paper dust. She introduced herself and where she was working and Alex nodded. Ravana seemed to be looking everywhere at once as she spoke and he snorted a little as she revealed as to why she was down here with all of the newbies. He was trying to think of something witty to say in return but it seemed she and he both overheard the same conversation.

An older looking man was speaking to a younger woman asking for Beast Division and Auror office. Figuring the two were already together, Alex decided to follow despite her wishing farewell to him. Ravana introduced herself to the woman who he came to learn was Gwen and the man was Micheal. "I don't mean to interrupt but I am assigned to the Auror office sir." He wondered if the sir was a bit pompous but rolled with it. The man had a cane after all.

"What ever you need I think I should be able to help. I'm Alex Gallagher" He gave the man a confidant smile.





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

Elais learned the woman's name to be Victory and he found it rather suited her. She had a soft voice but he got the sense she too was a little out of practice with human interaction. He nodded when she said she needed to see where she was assigned to and when she asked him if she would see him around he gave her a smile.
"Count on it. Good luck with your first day." He lifted a hand in farewell and then turned to look around. He felt a little lost in the big place and found himself looking up the long way to the top of the ministry. Eight Levels of hard workers above him.

He hoped to do his job proud. Still unsure of what to do he noticed a dark haired woman sitting in the back. She wore dark robes yet managed to make them look quite elegant. Seeing she was also alone he felt the need to speak to her. Call it an act of desperation or just to make it seem like he was busy. He slid up next to her and coughed a little awkwardly to get her attention.
"Uh hey there. I'm Elias Coleman. Are you new today too?" Ok well it wasn't too bad, he told himself.

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Character Portrait: Ravana O. Grimm Character Portrait: Timothy P. Silver Character Portrait: Gwen Andrews Character Portrait: Alex Gallagher Character Portrait: Ophelia Katō Character Portrait: Elias Coleman Character Portrait: Alis Beaumont Character Portrait: Evan Karim Character Portrait: Victory M. James Character Portrait: Michael Nott

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Location:Ministry Level 8 l #067330l Aurors Office


Gwen's assignment to working directly with Minister prompted an approving nod from Michael - at the very least he felt the station was adequate. It also meant he could potentially skip a bit of waiting time by directly informing Gwen of the crime scene...until an all to familiar voice chimed in. Were it anyone but Ravana,he'd have a scathing retort...but this was effectively one of their patterns when they interacted so he remained silent while the women talked. Unfortunately, he wasn't able to skip his waiting period on the response to his report as Gwen promptly left. Just out of playful spite Michael threw a look at his remaining coworker as if to ask for what reason did she scare off the other.

"Magical Arson-" Michael's attempt at a quick explanation was interrupted as a pretty boy identified as Alex showed up claiming to be an Auror as well. Michael couldn't keep a hint of skepticism from showing on his face since the younger man didn't look like he'd gone through the three year training. After a quick yet silent display of profanity Michael spoke properly again.

" Alex I hope you can analyze a crime scene because I've an Arson case - nothing left of the building and interior but ash. Officially speaking, I've already filed a report but am not at full credibility given our...shortage of manpower." Sensing if he kept talking like this he'd earn another remark from Revana, Michael quickly glanced in her direction before continuing in a less harsh tone.

"So I need a second Auror to analyze the scene while there's enough magic left to scan both to validate my report and provide the insight of a fresh set of eyes. Revana, as to the best I can determine we have a case of various Fire-Making Charms later blasted to bits with FiendFyre need no further elaboration save maybe four hours have passed since. However, this inhibits clean up and we may need an extra clean up crew and Memory Modification based on your assessment." Michael made no effort to keep his tone down as various people moved around the new trio. Partly because he was fishing for another experienced crew member and partly because if any complications did occur if should have started within the past hour or so. If that was the case...he'd need a lot more hands.