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 Ministry Business: a public conference, Setting: Diagon Alley outside Gringotts
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 Posted: May 21 2017, 12:51 PM
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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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 Posted: May 21 2017, 01:03 PM
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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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 Posted: May 21 2017, 07:13 PM
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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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 Posted: May 21 2017, 10:33 PM
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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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Fenrir had gotten the answer he wanted. The promise that all werewolves would be captured, a promise that he would likely break. Not to mention his intent on interrogation on those that do not wish to comply was a chuckle. Roman and the Ministry sure had no idea how extensive and organized wolves were. The only ones that would be registered would be the lone wolves, who hate themselves and reduced themselves to hermits. The process of a registry would take time, as he said, and by then more unregistered werewolves would have been created. It's an endless cycle.

Fenrir had intended to have his pack members ask other questions: like their knowledge of packs in the area. If werewolves were allowed jobs in the ministry, not just janitorial jobs, but of rank. If werewolves were supposed to wear a badge or a sign to show those around them who they were. All these questions were relevant to Fenrir's interest. If The Ministry didn't know of his pack in the United Kingdom, it's easier to manipulate the registry. If they allowed wolves in the ministry to work, he could have a couple of his own infiltrate the Ministry.

But then, that bitch from the Prophet asked about the missing children, and muggle attacks. He pulled his pipe from his lips and frowned deeply. He didn't need that news to reach public. Fenrir was all too content with the citizens of the wizarding world living in complete obliviousness. His eyes trimmed the crowd to catch the eye of his pack members, their faces in deep frowns as well. The topic being brought up, when no one else but the Ministry, and supposedly Lucretia Prewett, had known about it meant that it would spark more questions from the crowd.

Fenrir pushed himself off the fence, but still remained towering above everyone else. He was easy to spot, and easy to hear, and Dick Roman would not have the luxury of ignoring him. No one would be able to ignore him.

"Sounds like the work of hags," Fenrir spoke, addressing the missing children before anyone else could. "If there is any being that should be put on a registry, it should be them. It is no secret what their diet is, and yet we unwittingly allow them near our homes, our towns, our parks where our children play."

The man began to move closer to the podium, closer to the press, and closer to Roman. He kept his eyes on the man on his soap box, and stopped until he could see the whites of his eyes. "Though I question the Ministry's real motive for this Registry. There are many beings, like werewolves, that are being persecuted and discriminated against because of their blood. Vampires, Veelas, half-giants, Centaurs, Mermaids... muggle borns. Will there be a registry for them as well, I wonder?" He smirked against his pipe and tilted his head up at the man, and then directed his eyes to the others who stood behind him. "The last time I've seen shit like this, Nazi's were pushing men, women, children and elderly with Stars of David on the breast into a gas chamber."

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Mr. Roman stared intently at the man who had pushed his way to the front, the palms of his hands growing sweaty. The conversation had taken a dangerous turn minutes ago, but now it was going too far. This was what he had been warned about, but his confidence had assured otherwise. " Now, there is no need to---"

His sentence fell short at the deafening sound of an explosion. A shop just a half a block down burst with energy, glass splaying through the air along with other debris. Screams erupted from the crowd below and the mass of people pushed forward, in attempt to move out of the line of fire. Those in the back were the most likely to get hit. Just then, a hand gripped Mr. Roman's shoulder and a sudden jerk behind his navel told him someone was apparating him to safety; the rest would be left to fend for themselves. With a pop, Dick Roman was gone and those standing behind him were all that remained to keep order.

Chunks of the building came hurtling toward the crowd with immense speed and crashed into the bustling bodies. Women and men alike were knocked to their feet by the blows, causing a mad scramble to regain footing before they were trampled by the moving crowd. Another explosion sounded and the little shop burst into flames, billowing plumes of think black smoke filling the air.

Lingering in the sky, high above Diagon Alley, a strange thing occurred. The image of a skull appeared, with a serpent protruding from it's large, gaping mouth.
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Vampires, Veelas, half-giants, Centaurs, Mermaids... muggle borns. Will there be a registry for them as well, I wonder? Morrigan was looping her way back to the front, or at least trying to. The crowd had moved forward, unknowingly or not, and made it hard to navigate. It now became a shoving match to reach the barrier and look directly at the Ministry representative. "So you were there, then? In Germany when this happened?" Her voice carried forward, addressing the large man. The tone was curious, with no hint of condescending like he was expected to get from Mr. Roman. She wanted to hear more from him, she also wanted to have a chance to inspect him. Something about the coat, the eyes, and everything else... felt off, though there was no reason as to why she felt this way.

Her gaze latched onto Fenrir, taking in as much of his appearance as she could. A nagging sensation pulled annoyingly at the back of her head, but she couldn't place what she was trying to understand. What was it that made her feel on edge? Was he one of the many werewolves that existed in her world? Morrigan bit down on her bottom lip, reeling in her thoughts to a safer subject.

The sound reached her ears shortly before the crowd of people began pushing forward, ramming into her with frenzied force. The explosion was enough to cause a street-wide panic, something she had not been counting on. Screams filled the air and instinctively she began to move against the currant, fighting to reach the back of the line. A piece of wood, soaring through the air was the first thing to hit her. The edge of it clipped her forehead, creating a bleeding streak above her brow. "Are you fucking kidding me?" Morrigan snapped, her wand brandishing through the air, blocking the on coming debris and scattering it to the side. Her gaze frantically searched the crowd for her partner, but the jostling of people made it near impossible to pull one face out of the many.

For a brief moment it seemed all was still, before another earth rattling boom shook the ground and the little shop burst into flames. Spell after spell, she attempted to keep the bulk of the crowd from getting hit with now flaming chunks of building. But her eyes were burning from the thick smoke and causing her vision to blur. Letting out an agitated cry, she bent over and rubbed her watering eyes on her robe. When she stood back up the only thing she could focus on was the moving snake in the sky, as it slithered out from the horrendous mouth of a skull. "What the hell is that." A hint of fear creeping up into her voice.

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 Posted: May 28 2017, 08:44 AM
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The politics of this country were nothing more than one massive headache, a twisting ball of manipulation masked by smiles and comments of concern for the masses. Ignatius hated that about his homeland - and it was part of the reason that working for Gringott’s, and getting away from it all, had always been so appealing. The more that Dick Roman spoke, the more that Ig found his skin crawling with the urge to walk up to the podium and punch the politician in the nose.

As soon as he’d spoken, he could feel eyes turning towards him, and he could hear distinct whispers of his name through the crowd around him. But he didn’t care. Werewolves were creatures - it had nothing to do with blood purity, nothing to do with social standing beyond their clear, unfortunate illness. Let them speak - he had only pointed out a flaw in the plans. He listened idly to the other questions and comments, and once it became clear that his question would go on to only hang in the air, he began moving towards the back of the crowd.

It was oddly quiet that far back - he couldn’t quite explain why. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, and goosebumps appeared on his arms. Ignatius turned in a circle, and felt his heart sink to his stomach just as the sound hit him. “LUCRE--” He was cut off as the building across from him exploded.

His ears were ringing, but he couldn’t hear. His eyes were open, but he could only see vague shapes as people scrambled, pushed, fled around him. Nothing hurt, though - which was odd, given that he was quite sure that he had been burned. And from what he could see, the shirt beneath his robes was now red - he hadn’t worn red that day. It wasn’t his color. Ignatius’ thoughts were slow, sluggish, and he found himself wondering whose blood it was. It couldn’t possibly be his. Or could it?

His vision began to clear, but the world was swimming. He was on the ground, surrounded by rubble, and people were running away from him in all directions. No, not away from him - away from the explosion. And then another explosion shook the street. Ignatius recoiled, and pulled himself against a wall as the scrambling masses rushed in random directions, frantic to find their loved ones, desperate to get away. His leg didn’t seem to be moving quite right, although he felt far too numb to determine the exact cause.

A pain began to radiate from his side, and his leg, and he moved his hand down, to feel the sticky blood pooling beneath his robes. With a sigh, Ig slumped back against the wall and looked up, feeling a sharp drop in his stomach as his eyes caught sight of the symbol in the sky. He still couldn’t hear - everything was fuzzy. But he was sure that they were screaming now.

He pulled out his wand, but rather than tending to his wounds, he turned towards the others who had been near the back. With a slight flick, he began levitating rubble off of the people nearest to him, alternating with little jabs to clear the air around them of smoke. “It’s just like a cave-in,” he thought hazily to himself. “Just like that time Chambers triggered the curse in Cairo. You’re upright, you’ve your wand. Remove the worst of the rubble. Clear the air. Get the injured a safe distance away. Standard protocols. Standard protocols. Standard protocols.”
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Theo wasn’t convinced by Emerson’s words. If they were able to, it would have been done by now. No - no, he couldn’t quite accept that. People always found new ways to be horrible to one another. There was always some new form of torture, always some new spell designed to cause mass destruction. How many things had happened during Grindelwald’s reign that everyone had been certain would never, could never happen?

But he didn’t say so. Not here, not with this crowd, and certainly not with that smarmy git and his entourage standing so close. He glanced over the crowd, once again picking out Morrigan among the faces. He shook his head slightly, hoping she would see. “Stop talking, girl...” he thought to himself. But he knew that she never would. It actually made him smile. Morrigan Lupin, telling it like it was.

As people moved closer to the podium, Theo’s posture stiffened, and his hand gripped his wand a little bit tighter. He didn’t care what they said, he didn’t care what they thought, but he did care if they became angry, unpredictable. And he certainly cared if there was someone in the crowd who shouldn’t be there - the big man who spoke, who voiced many of the same concerns that Theo himself had long held, was odd, to say the least. But he didn’t have time to dwell on it.

A sudden explosion from the back of the road spurred Theo into action. With a broad sweep of his wand, he cast a Shield Charm as far back as he could reach it. “BONES! Take your Hit Wizards and cover the front until the Patrols get here! They’ll all be running for the mouth of the Alley!” he called out as debris began bouncing off his shield. His hands trembled with the effort of maintaining it, and he gave a slight snarl as Dick Roman disappeared.

How had that happened so quickly?

A second explosion sounded, and with a shout, Theo expanded the shield as much as possible. His heart sank as he saw everyone outside of the bubble falter as they were hit, thrown down, burned - bastards. As soon as rubble stopped falling in such ample amounts, he leapt to the podium and placed his wand to his throat.

“If you can apparate, just go!” he called out above the crowd, his voice booming at magically increased levels. “The injured will be taken to St. Mungo’s! If you cannot apparate, head to The Leaky Cauldron! You’ll be able to Floo from there!”

He quickly cast a Bubble Head Charm on himself, and then moved quickly through the crowd until he found Morrigan. “Oi! Y’alright?” he barked, gesturing to the gash on her head as he glanced up at the mark. Fantastic. “I don’t know. It doesn’t matter right now. Squad Seven is up at the front, and the Patrols will be helping get people closer to Leaky. Get your Bubble Head Charm on - we’ll need to stay at the far back, I saw a bunch hurt back there. Just what we bloody needed...”
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Lucretia had what she needed. The Ministry had given enough information for her to write several articles on the matter. In fact, the subjects they refused to touch were the ones that spoke the loudest. How often had they skirted around the true purpose of the registration? And how little had they explained in regards to how this registration would even be helpful? There was plenty left unspoken, which Lu would twist into meaning and publish it for the whole world to see. Or she hoped she would. As she turned to walk out of the crowd, toward her office, the scene changed before her very eyes.

Like a blow to the back of the head, Lucretia’s body was jerked forward by the sheer force of the explosion. Teetering on heels, she felt her world slide to the side and her knees hit the cobblestone road with a painful smack. At that moment things slowed down and she could sense rather than see or hear the masses of people lurching forward in violent fear. Fingers stretched out, her grasp longed to wrap around the parchment her quill had been scribbling so furiously across, but angry feet and knees bullied past her, blocking her goal. A heel of a boot crushed her fingers, earning a yelp from the disoriented woman. Shins, briefcases, feet, everyone was clambering over her to reach the safest point. She knew she had to get up, or she would become part of the road quicker than she could apparate home. In fact, she wasn’t even sure if apparition was safe in this circumstance. With so many bodies touching, there was the chance of bringing someone with you and splinching.

With a solid lunge, she snatched up her belongings and used the coat of another person to drag herself up from her feet. This situation had escalated to dangerous more quickly than she could have anticipated and briefly the name of her husband lingered on the tip of her tongue. Where was he? Jaw set into a stubborn clench, she pushed toward the back, searching for the flaming red hair that belonged to Ignatius. Lucretia didn’t get far, with every step forward it felt she was shoved back five. Until she ended up exactly where she started and felt her shoulders slam back into the frame of another person. Twisting around, she stared at the woman she had collided with, slow to register the face. “Alyosia…” Her gaze traveled to the person Aly’s arms were wrapped around. “We need to get out of here so we can apparate to safety.”

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Morrigan’s eyes tore from the sigil in the sky and instead looked at her partner, a man she had put much of her trust into it. His gaze had traveled to her forehead and gingerly she touched the wound with her fingertips, only to wince as the saltiness of her touch burned the on the open gash. “Fine---what the hell is that Theo?” Her voice caught for a moment, a twinge of fear creeping from beneath her scowling face. There were many questions she had, such as what had caused the explosion. Eventually this information would become known to her, unless it was redirected away from the auror department. None of this she mentioned out loud, but instead she did as she was instructed, waving her wand over herself and creating the bubble around her head.

Reaching out, her hand gripped his arm and squeezed. “It’s fine, Theo. It’s what we are here for.” The faintest of smiles graced her lips, crimson just like the dribbling of blood running down toward her eye. When she let go, she moved further to the back and began levitating debry, relocating it off the the side of the road where it was in no danger of injuring anyone or causing any kind of accident. One by one, she began pulling people out of rubble, checking them over for serious wounds before instructing them on where to go. Some were sent to the Leaky Cauldron, others instructed to wait for transportation to St. Mungos. As certain head wounds were not ideal for apparition. Every now and then her eyes lifted again to the sky, where the snake twisted and turned just like the pit of her stomach.

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Diagon Alley was in a chaotic storm of panic, motion, and confusion. Some people pushed to get out of the crowd, others froze in their tracks at the sight of the strange skull in the sky. They were afraid of it, but they didn't know why. A murmur swept over the street as hushed voices hurriedly discussed what it could all mean. The explosion followed by this snake and skull hovering directly over the shop, it couldn't have been a coincident.

Just as the auror Theodore Wood had said, the patrols arrived shortly after the worst of the incident and began enforcing order among the remaining crowd. Those with severe injuries were sent to the Leaky Cauldron where healers were now on site. Those who were deemed fit were escorted to Gringotts where the Floo Network would take them home.

Slowly, but surely, the entire crowd was drained from the street and in their place clean up crews arrived. With wands raised, they began to work on the rubble that was still scattered about the block. By morning most of Diagon Alley would look just as it had before, only a hole would be present in the line of shops. Vacant, empty and black the charred wooden shop might even still be smoldering when shoppers arrived the next day.

The mark in the sky remained firmly in place through the duration of the clean-up, making no indication of going away any time soon.
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