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Robin Lowe

Being & Spirit Department

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

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See The World : The Kooks Take Me To Church : Hozier



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| Full Name |
Robin Isaiah Lowe

| Nickname(s) |
Rob | Used rarely, by friendly acquaintances | Tolerated
Robbie | Used by close friends and family affectionately | Liked
Beanie | Used only by family and occasionally best friends | Loved
Izzy | Mainly used by his mothers as very few know his middle name | Adored

| Age |
Twenty-Eight

| Date of Birth |
13th June

| Sexuality |
Bicurious | Questioning

| Department |
Being And Spirit Division

| Blood Purity |
Pureblood



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|Personality|
Lackadaisical | Curious | Attentive | Naive | Loyal | Insecure

Throughout his entire life, Robin has always been a kind soul. His heart is in the right place and what he does, he always does for the good of others. However, Robin has learnt to come to terms with the fact that the world isn't all sunshine and roses; despite how much he wishes it were, there are bad people who will manipulate and hurt you for their own gain. Even as a child, Robin only ever saw the best in everyone, which only made it hurt even more when the other kids would bully him for not only being adopted, but for having two mothers.

While his exterior may lead you to believe Robin is a rather self-assured guy, that could not be further from the truth. During his childhood, Robin was constantly picked on because of his adoptive parents, the fact that his pureblood biological parents didn't want him, and that he didn't develop his magical abilities at the same pace as others. Being the accepting and open person that he is, Robin didn't understand why some may dislike the fact he has two mothers - what's wrong with that? Sarah and Lillian were the most caring, nurturing parents and made sure that Robin was allowed to express himself freely around them.

Robin discovered his love for all animals at a very young age. Even as a little kid he would run around the garden, peeking under rocks to see the worms wiggling about and feeding the stray cats that would frequent his garden. However, it wasn't until Robin started at Beauxbatons that he came face-to-face with magical creatures and he could not hold back his excitement. Quickly become good friends with the Care Of Magical Creatures professor, Robin would visit the forest after lessons and watch the animals peacefully as they went about their lives. Robin could never quite believe that these majestic creatures really existed and knew that he wanted nothing more than to work with them in the future.

People often remark that Robin is one of the easiest people to hang out with, his calming aura makes him incredibly approachable and once you get talking to him, Robi is genuinely just a chilled guy. Loyal to a fault and ready to stop doing anything at the drop of a hat, Robin is perhaps too obsessed with looking after other people and rarely spends time on himself which has lead him to bottle up a lot of his emotions - even as a child Robin would pretend he's ok after the kids bully him because he didn't want to upset his mothers - this can often then give Robin a sudden urge to simply let everything out, which is typically when Robin throws all of his attention into work in an attempt to focus his mind on other things. As he cares so deeply for every living creature, Robin has been known to be rather naive and takes people at their word rather than ever question it, this makes him an easy target and Robin has been manipulated many times by people with their own agenda.



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|Likes|
Animals (not just magical) Warm weather Going outdoors Exploring Impulsivity Being with friends Hiking Photography Developing skills Piping hot coffee Pastries Flying Muggles Family Friendliness Loyalty Genuine people Being one with nature

|Disikes|
Busy places High-rise buildings Cities Bullies Death-eaters Pureblood extremists Heartbreak Boredom Horror films Homophobes Anyone with a prejudice against a certain group of people Liars Fake people Rainy days Cornish Pixies (best not to ask him about this) Sour foods

|Secrets|
Due to his past bullying experiences, Robin tends to keep not only his sexuality to himself but also who his parents are. Including the fact he was adopted, if people ask he'll tell them but he's not one to willingly tell people - not because he's ashamed of them (Robin adores his family) but because he just doesn't want to go through the pain of hearing other people judge his parents anymore.

|Family|
Wilhelmina Lowe | Adoptive Mother | 62 | Pureblood | Journalist for 'The Quibbler'
Good relationship

Jessica James-Lowe | Adoptive Mother | 59 | Muggle-born | Divination Professor at Hogwarts
Good relationship

Cassidy Lowe | Adoptive sister | 19 | Muggle | Student at Muggle university
Shaky relationship



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|Biography|




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|Wand Type|
9 3/4", Oak, Phoenix

|Patronus|
Hare

|Boggart|
Being trapped, alone.

|Prior To Recruitment|
Robin is a well-known researcher on all beings, magical or not. His work - a photo book of all the creatures he has encountered during his travels - has been published and Robin had been previously sought after by the Ministry. As Robin has such a unique bond with animals, the Ministry had already extended an offer for him to come in and interview to take on the job he is currently in. However, as Robin is so adverse to city-living and busy places it took the Ministry actually desperately needing him, for Robin to join.

|Pet(s)|
Bowie | Pug | Female | 10 years old
Bowie was gifted to Robin for his eighteenth birthday, they couldn't get him one sooner because they were not allowed dogs at Beauxbatons but as he had now left, he was free to keep whatever pets he wanted to. Robin named her Bowie as David Bowie was, and still is, his favourite artist of all time.

Floyd | Northern white-faced owl | Male | Seven years old
After Robin's first owl sadly passed away, Robin was left in charge of her son Floyd- who he has looked after for eight years now. The pair have a great bond as Floyd's mother (Pink) was the pet who started Robin's obsession with naming animals after his favourite bands.

Queenie | Niffler | Female | Three years old
While Queenie (named after Queen) may not necessarily be your average pet, Robin loves her anyway. Perhaps keeping a Niffler isn't advised by well, anyone, because on more than one occasion Robin has come home to a trashed house, all thanks to Queenie and her affinity for shiny things.

Jagger | Puffskein | Male | Nine years old
Jagger (named after Mick Jagger) will always be one of Robin's favourite pets. Puffskein's have always been popular pets for Wizards but Robin never really understood the hype until he almost tripped over a little box on the corner of Diagon Alley one day. Deciding to inspect the box after he heard strange purring sounds emitting from within, Robin was surprised with a big round ball of custard fur leaping onto him and licking his face. Since that day Jagger has almost never left Robin's side.

|Magical Strengths|
Herbology
Charms
Care of Magical Creatures
Flying
Astronomy

|Magical Weaknesses|
Defense Against The Dark Arts
Divination
Study Of Ancient Runes
Potions



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|Face Claim|
Willy Cartier

|Portrayed by|
La.Lune

|Dialogue Color|
#751945

So begins...

Robin Lowe's Story

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




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

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

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

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

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

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Dialogue: #4c374d
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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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| 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.