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Post by Lucian Angelus Marcel Burke on Jan 29, 2018 6:30:47 GMT
 Everyone deserves a little oblivion now and then
Elixirium was doing well, both as an actual apothecary and potions shop, and as the storefront to his real business, dealing in illegal elixirs. Lucian knew that to keep the more lucrative side of his business intact, he had to ensure the apothecary shop remained on the up and up. That required paperwork and registering with the Ministry of Magic’s Department for Business, Industrial, and Magical Strategy. It was an endless amount of forms, many of which were required to be filled out in triplicate and for some reason were ineffective with a duplication charm, which Lucian simply could not fathom. The Ministry had their reasons, he was sure, but it seemed to like to create hoops with which British citizens were forced to jump through and then, if that weren’t enough, they set the damned things on fire.
With his specialty elixirs business having a higher demand as of late, Lucian needed to bring on some more employees to manage the Elixirium. This, of course, pushed his staff numbers into a different bracket which required, you guessed it, more paperwork. Dressed in a fine suit, his blonde hair combed back and styled respectably, Lucian made his way through the atrium on the main floor, shoes clicking on the tiled floor as he walked. The paperwork, which had been checked over numerous times, was tucked under his arm in a manila folder. After speaking with several people who all directed him to various other people, Lucian had finally filed all of the necessary forms to expand his business by up to ten more employees, though that number was far more than he needed at the moment.
Exiting the lift, Lucian realized he had taken a wrong turn on his attempt to leave the Ministry. He was not on the floor he had expected to be on, and in fact he wasn’t quite sure which floor he was standing on at all. Approaching the nearest person, Lucian politely cleared his throat before speaking. “Pardon me. I seem to have gotten turned about. Could you direct me to the atrium?”
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Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2018 2:51:30 GMT
Lost in Bureaucracy iT'S HARD TO RESIST A BAD BOY
wHEN HE'S A GOOD MAN 358 words Mood: Starstruck “ Artemis was lost. She had been to the Ministry before, hadn’t she? She could have sworn she had been there with her brother at least once before, but her memory was failing her. It could have been the mental overload of settling in at the hospital or moving into her cabin.She absolutely adored her new place – open space, secluded, rustic and romantic, but far from the noise and concrete. It was the perfect place to come home to after being in a hospital all day tending to maladies and mishaps. It wasn’t quiet, but the noise of the forest was a pleasant melody of nature that was almost like music. If she wasn’t drawn to the hospital and to helping others, she could easily spend all of her time at her cabin. But there were still a few things she was missing, and one of those things was a handcrafted bed frame, ergo the surprise trip to the ministry to bribe, coerce, entice or guilt trip her big brother to make her one. She was going to start with a surprise lunch to warm him up to the idea, but first she had to find him.She was so lost in her own disorientation she didn’t hear Lucian approach her at all, when he cleared his throat she jumped and turned to face him.Artemis had seen handsome men before, her brothers were easily magazine models all of them, but it still struck her how beautiful the human face could be. Lucian Burke was quite a bit devastating. It wasn’t his features, which were indeed perfectly shaped, but there was an intense power emanating from the man, a raw vitality, and just a sliver of danger.Her mouth fell open a bit, but she quickly caught herself.“Atrium?” she asked. She had passed that hadn’t she?She turned and looked past him one way, then behind her and had her finger out ready to point in the direction of the Atrium, if she could remember where it was.“I swear it was here a minute ago.”
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Post by Lucian Angelus Marcel Burke on Feb 11, 2018 5:23:55 GMT
Everyone deserves a little oblivion now and then
It appeared the person he had asked for aid was also in need of assistance, and he chuckled lightly as she looked around with a perplexed expression on her face. “This place is rather confusing, isn’t it? It’s good to know I am not the only one getting turned around in here. Have any idea what floor we’re on?” If they were on Level one, which Lucian suspected they were not as their current surroundings did not look familiar to him at all, then he could simply track down his fiancée and have her escort him to the atrium, and give guidance to this witch who too was clearly a bit lost.
Clementine, or ‘Clem’ as he called her, was the Junior Undersecretary to the Minister for Magic and had worked in the Ministry offices long enough to know her way through the maze of a building even in the dark, not that he expected her to be running around with the lights out. Lucian had come by on a number of occasions to see his fiancée at work, but he rarely made it a habit of wandering the many levels and corridors of the expansive government building. If he wasn’t here on business for his apothecary, and the occasional supportive efforts for the family run Borgin and Burkes shop, Lucian was usually just popping in quickly to bring his fiancée a treat or take her out for lunch, but sometimes his business with the Junior Undersecretary was more official such as getting her approval or veto on some aspect of their upcoming wedding.
He and Clementine Nott had been engaged for nearly a year now and their wedding was fast approaching. Lucian tried to keep out of the planning as much as he could without forcing all of the stress onto his bride-to-be and their parents. Whether they married on a cliff or a beach or a chapel made no difference to Lucian, the end result was all the same; an arranged marriage. There was plenty of time in their future to get to know one another and to hopefully grow fond of each other, but it wasn’t as if he knew nothing about his soon-to-be wife. They had attended school together, though she was younger than him, and their families had known each other for some time. Lucian wasn’t sure how much Clem knew of the woman he had once hoped to marry and out of respect to Clementine he never broached the subject with her or anyone else. There was nothing to be done for it and whenever possible he preferred to leave the past behind him and look to the future.
In some ways he was excited for April to arrive and in other ways it was coming way too swiftly but whether he was ready for it or not, come the seventh of April Lucian was going to be married and Clementine would officially become a Burke. Of course, the familial pressures wouldn’t end there. They would be expected to produce an heir, a few of them Gods willing. It was a known expectation but not one that he and Clem had had many conversations on yet. One thing at a time.
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