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Post by Administrator on Jun 25, 2009 21:47:51 GMT -5
Flooing in or flooing out, you're in the right place!
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Post by Zandar Matteo on Oct 3, 2009 19:20:15 GMT -5
Coughing slightly, Zandar stepped out of the fireplace in the Atrium at the Ministry. He never could get used to the amount of dust resulting from travelling via Floo Powder. Top hat in place, he adjusted the collar of his jacket, straightening his tie and made his way towards the general direction of the Fountain of Magical Bretheren.
Just as he had taken a few steps, something sharp collided with his hipbone. He winced at looked to see what it was; ah, a page boy. "Hello Winston," Zandar said rubbing the place where the boy's trolley had hit him. "Might want to be careful with that.." he added as the boy sputtered an apology. "Sorry Mr Matteo, Mr Finkler just gave it to me for not watering the peonies in his office, and honest, I forgot.." Zandar nodded, "Don't you fret over Mr Finkler, I'll have a word with him." he said, and the boy looked grateful. He skipped off, trolley in tow, as Zandar continued to make his way to the fountain, tipping his hat to several of his co-workers as he did so. He'd probablly feel the pain in his hipbone come morning.
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Post by Emmeline Vance on Oct 11, 2009 21:10:03 GMT -5
After a burst of green flames, Emmeline Vance stepped out of a fireplace and into the Ministry. She dusted off the shoulder of her cloak and adjusted the strap of her bag over her shoulder before starting toward the lifts.
The Atrium wasn’t as full as it usually was. There weren’t as many reporters moseying about as there had been the past few weeks. The Prophet had yet to release another headline article regarding the conflict between the Ministry and the Resistance. Emmeline wasn’t sure whether this was for better or worse; on one hand, the Atrium wasn’t packed with so many people that the traffic came to a complete standstill. Also, she wasn’t being shouted at by reporters while she was trying to get work finished. On the other hand, it was disconcerting that quarrel was left unheeded. If small things weren’t addressed now, they most certainly would be later, but in a more hostile manner. Emmeline had no doubt about that. It was only a matter of time until the fighting began and with the Ministry and its rival carrying on, what would become of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named? The Order was doing its best to keep things under control, but there was only so much such a small group could do.
“Look out!” A trolley whizzed by, disrupting Emmeline’s thought process. The Auror stepped to the side to avoid being it by the trolley. From behind it, a blond-haired boy waved to Emmeline as he pushed the cart along. “Morning, Ms. Vance!” Winston called. Emmeline returned his greeting as he passed. She liked the page boy. Even if he was the cause of several pots of dead peonies.
As she walked, a piece of parchment on the ground caught Emmeline’s eye and she stooped to pick it up. She continued on toward the lifts as she scanned the paper. It must have been a few weeks old, because it listed descriptions of the three Death Eaters involved in the attacks on Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade. This was from before the Resistance had formed.
Emmeline frowned. This much time had passed and still there was no news of the whereabouts of the three Death Eaters. They were probably laying low for the time being, keeping to themselves until their next attack. Emmeline clenched the parchment in her fist. If the Ministry and Resistance kept at it, they wouldn’t be prepared for next time. And then…well, Emmeline knew what happened then. She shook her head. It couldn’t happen again.
She was so focused on thinking of a way to somehow resolve the arising conflict that she nearly walked into her co-worker.
“Sorry!” She halted before bumping into her colleague. Emmeline scooted around him, smiling apologetically. She glanced back and stopped upon catching sight of the man’s top hat. “Morning, Zandar,” she said. She usually associated top hats with her fellow Order member, but Dedalus’ hat was a violent shade of purple and not particularly easy to miss.
“Are you on duty today?” Emmeline asked. Remembering the parchment crumpled in her fist, she hastily unfolded it. “Has your part of the department had any luck finding this lot?” She knew the Hit Wizards hadn’t caught the Death Eaters – that would be all over The Daily Prophet – but perhaps they’d made some progress. A small, unspoken rivalry existed between the Hit Wizards and Aurors. There was a fine line dividing the responsibilities of catching serious criminals and catching Dark Wizards – often the two were closely related, if not the same thing.
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Post by Zandar Matteo on Oct 19, 2009 18:55:05 GMT -5
A whoosh of colour seemed to whiz by him, skirting him by a few inches.
“Sorry! Morning, Zandar,””
Zandar glanced and noted white-blonde hair and a familiar face. It was Emmeline Vance, an auror at the Ministry. She was nice, and well, Zandar got on well with most, so he smiled at her. "Goodmorning, Emmeline. It's quite alright, don't apologize." he said with a tip of his hat and a warm smile.
“Are you on duty today?”
Zandar nodded, "Not at the moment. I'm actually here for most of the morning. I'm supposed to go out to scout out the northeast side of Knockturn Alley." he said darkly. That part of Knockturn Alley was known to be particularly seedy nowadays, and various sightings and such had been reported by his informants.
“Has your part of the department had any luck finding this lot?”
He glanced at the crumpled parchment in Emmeline's hand. His eyes glanced around them momentarily before he leaned down a little to speak in a low voice so as not to be overheard. "That's what I'm going to check out today. Our informants have been feeding us surveillance. We have reason to believe that we're on their trail. I've been working overtime trying to map out their movements. It seems polyjuice potion has become quite popular all of a sudden. many of the apothecaries in Knockturn and Diagon Alley have experienced increased sales of the ingredients for the potion. As you can imagine, this makes it harder. Thus,w e have to track their movements before we can verify who's who." he explained with a nod. "How about you? Duty today?" he asked her politely and with interest.
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Post by Emmeline Vance on Oct 19, 2009 21:09:48 GMT -5
"Not at the moment. I'm actually here for most of the morning. I'm supposed to go out to scout out the northeast side of Knockturn Alley."
Emmeline nodded. She’d been on duty around that area and, like most in their right mind, didn’t care much for it. Zandar was a capable wizard, though, and she trusted that he’d have things under control; it was part of his job description after all.
Alastor had kept a watch on Knockturn Alley for the Order and Emmeline, fortunately, hadn’t found herself around those parts as of late. She also hadn’t seen much of Alastor as of late – or any of the Order, in fact. A meeting hadn’t occurred recently, but she saw most of the other members in passing in the Ministry. The Death Eaters hadn’t caused any big to-dos within the past few weeks, but Emmeline – and most of her co-workers she’d spoken to – was wary.
She raised her eyebrows as Zandar explained his mission of the day. She’d heard rumors about the Polyjuice Potion theory. There were a decent amount of Aurors questioning why the Hit Wizards were taking the case upon themselves. Emmeline tried to stay out of the conflict. For the most part.
“As you can imagine, this makes it harder. Thus,w e have to track their movements before we can verify who's who."
Emmeline could imagine. She could imagine it quite well. It was what consumed most of her work time.
It was clear that nothing would be accomplished if everyone began fighting – that was what He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named wanted. But she couldn’t help but feel slightly resentful toward the Magical Law Enforcement Squad for taking over her job, whether they meant to or not. On the other hand, Emmeline was constantly doing work for both the Ministry and the Order, so having another part of her department on the case lessened the great amounts of work. Then again, she was professionally trained in the field, whereas the Hit Wizards objective was to arrest the dangerous criminals, not track them down like Aurors.
"How about you? Duty today?"
Emmeline sighed and smiled grimly. “Isn’t there always? Amelia asked me to cover Diagon Alley this evening.” She adjusted the strap of her bag and quietly added, “With any luck, it will be uneventful.” She was concerned about the Death Eaters recent lack of action, but she was more concerned about keeping the Wizarding World safe. If there was time to bide before an attack, she would bid. She heard that Hogwarts had taken up Dueling Club again; the more time the students had to learn defense, the better.
She glanced around quickly and then whispered, “Do you think they’re using Polyjuice to infiltrate the Minsitry or Hogwarts?” She couldn’t imagine He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named sending his Death Eaters anywhere else – maybe Gringotts. “He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named himself used the potion the last time, it’s completely possible that he’d do it again.” The Ministry lost two very good Aurors in that battle. Security had been stepped up since, but even so, it was unsettling, to say the least, that he had been able to sneak in undetected.
“Zandar.” Emmeline stopped in her tracks. Her jaw was clenched tightly and her shoulders tensioned. Her voice was low and stern. “Barty Crouch Jr. was able to impersonate Alastor to a T and a student died because of it.” Emmeline still regretted not having realized what had happened to Mad-Eye until it was too late. “People noticed odd behavior when He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named Polyjuiced himself into Jack, but the fact that he was able to get into the Ministry…” She trailed off. “If it can happen once, sure as hell can it happen again.” What scared her more than that was that there was no way to protect everyone. Sure, they could send out notices to the employees, but if the Death Eaters were already there, that wouldn’t do any good.
Emmeline chewed her lip. She had faith that the Dark Lord’s reign of terror could be brought to an end; the hard part was getting to that point. They had a long way to go.
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