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Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2018 11:00:38 GMT
Come as you are,as you were Come doused in mud,soaked in bleach,as I want you to be, as a trend,as a friend,as and old TAG: @open. WORDS: 476. NOTES: Ministry Worker, or Minister's Staff. This was the part of the job that she hated having to meet with the Muggle Prime Minister over issues related to the magical world. It was custom for the Prime Minister to be let into the existence of the magical world and to meet with the Minister for Magic from times to times especially with a crisis going on. Which was what brought the PM to request such a meeting at this time exactly to talk about what Sybil had done or really what he was accusing Sybil for not doing. She wanted to roll her eyes at the man and try to explain to him that just because she carried a wand she could not just wave it and banish the evil baddies away. Better yet she wanted to cast an Imperius curse and just command her to obey and shut up and never request or demand a meeting ever again. ”Mister Prime Minister, with all due respect I face political restrains as much as you, you might not know but my election was extremely close. However; I can assure you I have taken some recent steps to fight back against those that are behind the chaos and the next steps I take will assure more of a direct impact” Sybil said her tone still polite despite, her disdain for this whole meeting and the lecture she was getting.
The boldness of this muggle thought Sybil as the guy shot back that Sybil had promised to have all the chaos under control by the New Years of 1979 which indeed Sybil had promised, a timeline that was not realistic and ill-made decision, but she did in haste when she first met the muggle after her election just late last year. ”I think we have a miscommunication I meant of 1980 it is not a realistic timeline to have it all under control under the evil we face, and my political restraints. Either way Mister Prime Minister, I am sorry, but I am late for a meeting with the head of my law enforcement department, and my most elite Aurors on this very matter. I will follow up with you shortly, thank you” said Sybil quickly as she made up a lie and quickly disapearted out of the office and into her office. She had fiddled with the protection charms of her office allowing herself to apperate in and out with ease unlike others, there was no need for people to see her come and go from the Ministry.
As she sat down at her desk and finished writing out a memo she had started on late last week a knock at her door, stop her from writing as she quickly covered it up. ”Come in” she responded in her usual cheerful tone, despite annoyed at the unscheduled interruption.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2018 15:59:38 GMT
Augusta was in a very bad mood. The front page of the Prophet that morning had got her off to a bad start- the sight of the Dark Mark lying on her breakfast table was not at all pleasant to behold, and the article which had accompanied it had been even worse. More deaths, and it was coming to the point where the event was reported as a fact of life, rather than a disgrace to modern wizardry. Merlin knew Augusta did her best, but there was only so much that one could do and despite her best efforts to persuade the Minister that greater efforts were necessary, nothing had changed. The trouble with the Ministry as a whole, at least in Augusta's not so humble opinion, was that it was far too deeply concerned with procedure and not nearly enough with actually achieving something. There was an old saying that you could prove anything with figures, but Augusta disagreed. You could not and never would be able to prove that all those people hadn't died.
Her mood hadn't improved substantially as she'd made her way into work- the Atrium had been practically solid with people- and she hadn't been at all impressed to find that her desk had more or less vanished under a rising mound of paper, parchment and memos, with a couple of scorch marks that hinted at the presence of some badly-enchanted Howlers. Which was just as well, really, because their explosions would have been nothing next to Augusta's. She had seated herself in icy silence, she had worked her way through most of her in tray with a deadly patience and she had managed to keep herself in check. Carefully, she had avoided snapping at the young woman from International Magical Cooperation who had spent ten minutes telling her something that she had already known. Patiently, she had responded to a tersely worded memo from the woman's boss, who hadn't been satisfied with her answer. And now she was just about on the edge.
The Prophet hadn't helped. Augusta had never been a big believer in journalism anyway, considering that it told people what they wanted to hear rather than what they needed to know, but when the wizarding world's biggest newspaper resorted to sending her Howlers, there was something seriously wrong with the universe. Merlin only knew what... And while he might have done, Augusta certainly didn't. They all seemed, as she remarked to someone on her way up to the Minister's office, to be going to hell in a hand cart.
The woman rapped briskly on her superior's door, waited a couple of seconds to be invited to enter, and then pushed the door open. "Good morning, Minister." she greeted the brunette heavily.
@sybil Hey! Hope you don't mind <3
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