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 Ministry Business: a public conference, Setting: Diagon Alley outside Gringotts
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 Posted: May 19 2017, 07:18 PM
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Public Conference

Werewolf Registration Q&A

Cameras flashed as the young gentleman mounted the podium, a large charming smile spread across his face, exposing his dazzling white teeth. "Thank you all for coming," Clearing his throat, he pressed his wand to his neck and suddenly his voice amplified through the street. "My name is Mr. Roman, I'm here on behalf of the Department for Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures..." There was a pause and his eyes scanned the slowly growing crowd. The Ministry hadn't expected much of a turn out, in all honesty, as it was unlikely that anyone was brave enough to speak out for the rights of werewolves. However, the moving bodies filling in the empty spaces of the street didn't worry him. There was nothing anyone could do, he was surrounded by security.

"Before we begin answering questions, we would like to get some things out of the way in regards to the registration law put in place. As many of you know, recent times have been hard for the wizarding world. It was just five years ago that muggleborns and muggles were being targeted by Gellert Grindelwald, who sought to control them. It is this recent tragedy that has spurred this movement..." Mr. Roman took a moment, reflecting on the horrors of the past, his face falling into a small frown.

"So you can see why we feel it is necessary...nay, our duty, to protect all citizens. This registration act is being put into place for the well-being of those afflicted by lycanthropy. It is out of concern for their livelihood that we've decided that for the time being, this is what we must do in order to ensure their safety. So no harm can come to them. The Ministry of Magic feels that by having a registry, citizens who are werewolves will not have to be faced with unjust persecution and we can begin putting in place welfare acts to help those who need jobs or better living conditions." His head turned for a moment, someone from behind whispered quickly into Mr. Roman's ear before he nodded confirmation. "We will now be accepting questions from the press and then from the public."

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Lucretia Prewett had arrived early, her dark hair pulled back into a tight, professional bun and an expression of mild discontempt written across her face. The fact that the Ministry representative had been late only increased her annoyance with the whole affair, not to mention the law itself was a major breach on personal privacy. Something that seemed to be incredibly important in the muggle world at the given time; something about the communists, whatever that was. But it seemed the idea of surveillance and control was not foreign to the wizarding world and this was what worried her. What sort of boundaries were they going to push with this law? What would they try to get away with next? The questions bubbled up in her mind, but she bit her tongue for the time being, listening to the man’s words. Finally, he allowed for questions and comments.

Lucretia raised her hand. It was impossible to miss her, as she was right up against the roped off barrier between the public and the Ministry. A nod in her direction gave her the floor, if only for a moment. “Mr. Roman, or might I call you by your first name? Dick?” Mrs. Prewett’s quill hovered in the air next to her, alongside a floating piece of parchment. The quick quotes quill was a recent development and was a lifesaver for those in the journalism world, it meant her racing thoughts would be captured along side whatever escaped the Ministry puppet’s mouth. “In what way will this registration actually help those in the werewolf community and what sort of information will you be requiring them to give upon registration?” The second part of her question was what she wanted to know. Besides name and ages, what did they want to know?

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The news of a werewolf registry had vibrated the vein from the United Kingdom to across Europe. The act of a registry was not to keep his kind safe. It was not to ensure to give them employment and roofs over their heads. It was to chain them, to retrain them, to domesticate them. It would have no benefit for Fenrir, or his pack, or any self-respecting werewolf with a backbone. There were many wolves in the public conference at Diagon Alley that day, but many of the normals did not know that. Not even Mr. Roman. Anyone one of them could start a riot in protest of this new law, however under his orders, they would not. He, and the others, needed to behave for the day, in order to obtain enough information of this law so they could avoid it.

Fenrir prowled the back, massive coat making his frame look impressive in the background. He was tall enough to see over the heads, though it helped that he sat on a stone fence, smoking a pipe as he watched the pompous politician on the podium. Fenrir was had the overwhelming urge to do a record throw to his head with one of the loose bricks he sat on top of. He would, for the time being, hold his place and quietly mock his stupid name, which the first questionnaire -- a prophet journalist -- had the opportunity to.

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Dick Roman stood more erect when he was addressed by the dark haired journalist, his eyes squinting to get a better look at her. Her jab at his name had not gone unnoticed, as a loud snort could be heard from somewhere in the back. Mr. Roman would not give that person his attention. The woman however, was someone he knew and it had just registered why she was so familiar to him.

"Miss Black," Mr. Roman's face grew into a grin. "I'm glad you have asked that." He peered up from her face to the crowd and went on.

"The registration will allow the werewolf community to be monitored in a way that will allow us to know if one goes missing and allow us to have on record who is in need of monthly assistance. The details will be published in a report this coming Monday. As for your second question---" Mr. Roman turned his stare back onto the journalist, his mouth twitching slightly. "We will require names, ages, blood status, and current place of residence. Those that are fortunate enough to be employed will also be required to state the name of their employer."


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"It is Mrs. Prewett, I'm married, but I'm glad you are familiar with my family. I'm sure you're aware of our current donations to the charity put in place for the welfare of the disenfranchised?" Lucretia's quill scribbled furiously on her parchment, her eyes glued onto the official. Though she could not help but smirk at the snort that followed her remark on his name.

"Why exactly is place of residence or blood status important to---" she was cut off by a raised hand and an 'ehem' from another Ministry member. Bristling, Lucretia fell silent and resigned her verbal attack for impatient listening instead. She hoped that those in the crowd were not too daft to let her question go unanswered. It was necessary to know the particulars and she felt that the 'published report' on Monday would be just as vague as Dick.

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Fenrir idly bit on the end of his pipe, eyes flickering over to the journalist who asked her question, and then over to Dick when he gave a half answered reply. His eyes narrowed when he spoke, "monitored in a way that will allow us to know if one goes missing." What a load of rubbish. He pulled his pipe from his mouth and exhaled irritably. When Mrs. Prewett was going to follow up on the question, she was interrupted by another ministry official. This only fueled his dislike towards politicians even further, that he couldn't hold back his comment as he yelled it from the back

"Du verdammt fickfehler!" He grinned tauntingly as he bit down on the end of pipe again, satisfied by the hand-over-mouths chuckles he got from his hidden pack members in the crowd.

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Mr. Roman intentionally ignored the question coming out of Mrs. Prewett's mouth and smiled instead at the other young lady. "Of course you may speak"
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Dick Roman's smile broadened at the woman's question, one he clearly wasn't going to get away from. No matter, he knew how to handle it. With a pause, he placed his hands on top of the podium and looked from Mrs. Prewett to the woman granted a moment to speak.

"This is an important question, do you know why? Because it must be weighing on the minds of many, so I must remind you all again of what has recently happened. To a certain wizard, being a muggleborn or muggle was not acceptable. They were considered lower- subhuman, second class." Mr. Roman was pacing now, his hands folded neatly behind his back as if he were giving the most important speech of his life. "This is what the werewolf community faces already. By our knowing of the citizens blood status it allows us to track a larger demographic. Say three of you went missing and all three were muggleborn. Wouldn't you find that odd? Would that not be useful information to tie into a motive? We believe so and that is why we have chosen to include that bit of required information." He stopped walking and turned to look at the woman in the crowd. "Does that answer your question, Miss Flint?" There was a twinkle in his eye as he spoke and the smile on his face only broadened.
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Morrigan stood in the back of the crowd, her eyes scanning those that stood behind the giant Dick at the podium. So far she had not spotted her brother, which was most likely for the best. There was little chance she'd be able to keep her mouth shut for the entire conference and with the way the questions were progressing, she had little doubt that she would be the only one to call bullshit on this new Ministry order. Because that's what it was. Complete and utter bullshit. There was no reason for the registry, aside from wanting to track werewolves. Maybe it made them sleep better at night, honestly she didn't care.

Gritting her teeth, she felt her temple pulse at the mention of blood status. Had this subject not been beaten and bruised already? Did they learn nothing from the war that had just ended? Moving through the crowd she took a long heavy drag from her cigarette and exhaled forcibly. "Fucking rubbish." The girl muttered, unaware of her path through the throng of people. Someone near the middle had taken up the journalist's question and further inquired about the need to know blood status. It seemed odd to her that the two from purist families were the only ones making a stand, even if it was for the paper, it would have been very easy for the Prewett woman to side with the registration.

When Mr. Roman ended his little speech Lupin let out a loud bark of a laugh, loud enough to turn several heads. "What the hell do you know of their struggles? If they're going missing its because of how their disease is viewed, not their blood status. You really think anyone is going to care if you're a pureblood werewolf?" Morrigan's voice carried over the heads in a mocking, degrading tone. "Rubbish." She repeated, taking another long drag and shaking her head. It was lucky she had changed up her appearance for the day. The long black hair, bangs, and heavy eyeliner wasn't much like her usual self. It would take several glances before anyone actually realized who she was and it might have been enough to avoid getting name dropped like the two other women.

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Fenrir's lip curled at the the spectacle that was this conference. There were few -- surprising names, they were -- who questioned the registry. They were obviously against it, but their concerns were not his. They were not theirs. It didn't matter if the registry included blood status, it didn't matter if it included their lineage. When you've been infected with lycanthropy, that becomes your blood status. Fenrir did not even know his own. He did not know if his mother was a witch, or a muggle, and the same goes for his father. The forest was his mother, the grey wolves were his family, and the werewolves were his children. That's the only blood that he knew, and it was the same of many of his kind. What would be put in that space on that parchment would be a black mark.

Fenrir's eyes shifted over the crowd, and caught the eye of one of his members, blending in the crowd on the other side. He had a green plaid flat cap on and looked like any other citizen. Fenrir pulled his pipe from his lips and tapped the tip of his nose with the bite, signaling for him to ask the question that were infinitely more important than the dribble that was asked. As Fenrir's flashed to the other side of him, when the loud voice of a woman spoke more of a statement than a question, Fenrir couldn't help frown into his pipe. It did not sound one of theirs, but the statement was on his mind a moment ago. At least one normie had some common sense to realize that blood status did not matter to werewolves.

Meanwhile, his pack member slowly went through the crowd until he was closer to Dick Roman. He picked up his hat from his hand and extended his arm to wave it in the air to catch his attention.

"Excuse me, Mr. Roman, sir! A concerned parent here!" The wolf in sheep's clothing called out. "My wife and three kids live up north, next to a big forest -- we hear... we wear their howls often. They're wild, and feral, sir. What would you do if those types of-- beings don't want to register? Can you guarantee all werewolves will be registered in United Kingdom, even when they do not wish to? Please, sir, I need an answer, for my family's safety!"

Fenrir rolled his eyes at his pack member's zeal for dramatics. Though it would be effective enough to rile up people with the same concerns. Parents. Parents of small children. Their priority is their children's safety. All Fenrir needed was a lie from Dick. A lie that all werewolves will be registered, so they can all let their guard down. It's easier to make sheep into wolves when their shepherds feel they don't need to guard their flock.

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Ignatius hadn’t had any intention of going to the press conference. Between work, and his new tasks for his wife - and Albus Dumbledore - and rebuilding relationships with the friends and family he hadn’t seen in over a year, there weren’t enough hours in the day for these minor field trips.

But this was a different situation. It was controversial, and would raise questions about ethics and morality, and the freedoms of others in the magical community. And that meant that Lucretia was going to be there - he would bet his life on it.

He was worried about her, although he wasn’t keen on voicing those concerns directly to his estranged wife. She had been cool towards him at their last meeting, if he was being generous, and she made abundantly clear that there was still a powerful degree of resentment and anger geared towards him. But she had looked so tired, so worn down when he last saw her; and some of the details of her story had sounded fuzzy, as though some key components had been missing.

If she was being reckless, if she was putting herself in dangerous situations, then she would definitely be here, and she would definitely speak up.

And he was right. From his spot off to the side, Ignatius could see his wife, hear her voice ringing out clear as a bell, and he winced through his cigarette as she spoke. “Choose your battles, Lu...” he thought to himself. But moments later, his eyes widened. She used her married name - his name. That was certainly a surprise. His gaze traveled up to Mr. Roman, and he frowned. The man gave him an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach.

They were all asking about blood purity - not a bad question, but certainly not the thing that stood out the most to Ignatius. He exhaled, careful to blow the smoke from his cigarette away from the crowd. He straightened, his height putting him a head above most of the crowd, and he spoke with clarity and confidence as soon as there was a momentary lull.

“Mr. Roman,” he said coolly. “I can appreciate your concern for the werewolf population. But don’t you think that it’s a bit risky to keep a record of all of that identifying information about an already violently persecuted demographic? In the wrong hands, couldn’t this turn into one large dossier for those wishing to actively track and harm werewolves? How will you protect them then?”
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The questions kept coming and Mr. Roman kept on smiling his large, toothy grin. "These are all excellent questions." He held up his hand for silence and was given it. Behind him the other Ministry workers were shuffling in the growing heat and possible anxiety. Again, they had not expected much of a turn out and the public conference had grown beyond what they had anticipated. " I will only be answering one question at a time, so to address the issue presented by a concerned parent..." Mr. Roman bypassed all other comments, turning his attention to the person who had flagged him down with a hat.

"Can we get them all registered? Eventually, though this process will take time. As for what will happen to those that do not wish to be registered... those who do not comply will be brought in and interviewed to obtain the information. In order for this to be effective, we must get everyone registered. But for the time being, do not fret. If any issue arises notify the Ministry and we will evaluate the situation."

Dick Roman did not follow up on the other questions that had been asked, instead he took a few from the front where polite journalists stood, raising their hands patiently. They asked things like: Would the list be made public? No. Would employers be able to request information regarding a potential employee? Yes.

"Anymore questions?"
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Lucretia stood in silence, taking in everything that we being said around her and being sure to capture it all on her parchment. So far her quick-quotes quill hadn't missed a beat, thought, or word. Even the snort from the back had been logged as well as the snarky comment from a girl she couldn't see. It wasn't until a voice rang with a familiar tune that it paused and clearly wrote: Ignatius?.

Turning her head ever so slightly, she caught sight of his flaming red hair and pursed her lips. Why was he here? The thought made her back stiffen, but she didn't complete her turn to look at him directly. Instead she forced her gaze back on the representative and rose her hand, patiently waiting for him to call on her. Her smile mimicked Mr. Roman's, all charm and no hint of bite. Ignatius had made her look like a fool without even knowing it. It now looked like she needed her husband there to back her up. Like she couldn't hold her own.

Finally she got the nod of approval. "Mr. Roman, I just want to clarify that this registration doesn't have anything to do with the recent reports of missing muggle children in rural areas. Is this connected in anyway? Is there an on-going investigation regarding these attacks and missing muggles? " Lucretia kept her voice neutral, even and light. She sounded almost friendly in her comments, but there was a question lingering behind all of it. So far the press had not been given the 'ok' to report on the muggle disappearances. They were told it had nothing to do with the magical community, but the missing children were paired with attacks. What she wanted to know was if this was the Ministry punishing the entirety of the werewolf community for the act of a few. Without having even done a proper investigation.

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Theo wasn’t sure why they’d called in Aurors to act as security for a press conference. The Minister wasn’t going to be present, as far as he’d been told, just a representative from the relevant department. And it was about werewolves - that had so little relevance to most people these days, he couldn’t say what the big deal was. This wasn’t the best use of his time, not by a long shot. It wasn’t even the best use of time for the Hit Wizard squadron that had been broken out for it.

He paced, prowled, along the edges of the space, eyes darting across every face he passed. Yes, so many dark wizards here to protest the werewolf registry. Theo could recognize a number of people in the crowd - none of whom he would have expected to be there. Flint. Prewett. Black. Purebloods, and wealthy ones at that. What on earth would they care about the fate of werewolves? Rolling his eyes, Theo moved closer to Emerson Bones and slumped against the wall.

“This is going well, eh?” he said under his breath, twirling his wand between his fingers as his gaze flickered towards a familiar voice. Morrigan. He’d know that tone anywhere. He signed and rubbed the back of his neck. They weren’t there to ask questions, or make noise, as Ministry employees and Law Enforcement officials on duty.

But every word out of Dick Roman’s mouth made Theo seeth a little bit, so he was actually content to let her rant. His jaw clenched, with every comment about the blood status of the werewolves. “How long do you think til they decide to make a straight Muggleborn registry?” he muttered quietly, feeling a sense of utter loathing towards this man. Roman was a mouthpiece, he was certain, but he wanted nothing more than to punch him in the nose.

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There was a moment of surprise, but it was quickly replaced with irritation. Mr. Roman's lips formed a thin line as he considered the question presented by Mrs. Prewett, a question she had no business asking. How she had learned about the muggle attacks baffled him, though it could be very easily answered. She most likely read the muggle paper.

"As far as we are aware, those missing children and attacks in the muggle villages are not connected to the werewolf community or the wizarding." He offered this explanation, one that many would accept. "If there was any reason for alarm, we would have notified the public."

Mr. Roman wasn't quite sure what else these people could ask, surely they had picked apart the topic enough. What they were looking for, they would not hear or rather, he would not be the one to confirm their theories.

"Anymore questions about the registration or any other business regarding this Ministry Department?"
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