it's the summer holidays! a perfect time to travel, relax, spend time with loved ones and bask in the sun. the wizarding world is lively with energy at this time of year. everyone seems to want to make the most of their break before september comes around the corner and life returns to its normal, mundane pace. it has been especially exciting with the sporadic and strange appearances of old and new faces. some claim to be from a different world while others claim to be from a different time. then, there are the ones who have simply found themselves waking up to be remarkably younger or older. just remember to keep to your curfews, half-bloods and muggle-borns! those eerie disappearances are still happening in an increasingly alarming rate...
MINISTRY OF MAGIC
| for the ones who don't have the good fortune of going on holiday, you won't have to worry about having nothing to do, especially if you're part of the ministry of magic! with all the anomalies happening, you're going to have your hands full registering, documenting, interviewing and/or helping with a multitude of busywork relating to the newcomers. or maybe your job doesn't have anything to do with that. maybe you're on the opposite end and you've been brought in. or maybe you're just a tourist and you want to see if you can catch a glimpse of the minister for magic. whatever your reason is, welcome and stay out of people's way! |
DIAGON ALLEY
| everyone loves to go shopping and what better place to do it than diagon alley? you'll find mills of people looking at all the different items on sale or on display in store windows. maybe you're here to purchase materials for the upcoming school year or you're out on a date with your significant other. or maybe you actually own or work at one of the many shops here. whatever your reason is, you better be ready for the crowd and the heat. |
KNOCKTURN ALLEY
| oh no! what are you doing here? turn back right now! knockturn alley is no place for you to be. well, at least it isn't if you aren't a dark arts practitioner or you're not part of some nefarious secret group. just turn around and go back to diagon alley. it's much nicer there, friendlier and safer. have you not heard about all the disappearances going on? you're only asking for trouble stepping into a place like this, even if it's remarkably cool here. |
M.I.A.V.I.
| not in the mood to go out? or maybe you're stuck in the waiting room at st. mungo's trying to figure out why you're suddenly 10 years older and you need a distraction. disregarding the reason, it's sure a good thing you've conveniently brought along your m.i.a.v.i. so feel free to browse the public network, create your own post, or private message someone! |
OTHER
not interested in any of the options above? feel free to make up your own! the wizarding world is huge, so get creative with it. the setting is the summer of 1980. have fun testing out and shaping your characters, mingle with others, and start getting those crs down!
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( she knows that isn't what he means, but while she has begun to suspect that he must be fairly young still, she can't even make an educated guess as to who he is. she knows arthur weasley was with the prewett girl – moira? molly? mona? –– and that there may be children at this point, but she hardly kept track. and besides, lucius was currently occupying one of the guest rooms of lestrange manor because he has been faced with his own father, a daughter-in-law, and a grandson, meaning that this guy she is talking to could be from quite literally any point in time. )
Don't you have anyone you would keep safe at all costs?
( that's not a threat. )
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posti-icon: damn it chris columbus
[It feels a bit like a threat - it's a good job he's come in before spending any time at Malfoy Manor, otherwise he'd probably lose his mind. As it is, he's not making great decisions, so, you know....good it's not worse....]
Course I do, I'm a Weasley aren't I? We don't chuck out our own when we disagree with them.
[Lets not talk about Percy, it worked out okay in the end...]
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( ... bellatrix, sit down, you would literally do that. )
Alas, if you only interact with those of your own blood, it will be harder to understand.
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[Much as he complains about hand-me-downs, much as he has hated being poor in a big family, Ron is here to defend the way he grew up with his dying breath.]
You know, the best part about this is you haven't even got a clue about how wrong you are.
[That is a lie, the best part would be shouting her down and telling her how wrong he is but pointing fingers at Harry or Hermione feels like an absolutely terrible idea.]
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What does a blood traitor like you know about right and wrong?
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[This is where a smarter person would probably start wetting their pants...]
The actual difference, maybe? Or how not to stab family in the back? At least I know that blood doesn't make a difference in who's a great witch or wizard!
[He's talking entirely about Hermione and Harry, here. It's not even his lack of self-confidence rearing it's ugly head (as it's prone to do), he just believes in them so much and...really hates himself for leaving them, right now. He can at least defend them in this sense, right?]
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( and she isn't walburga – if sirius or andromeda were to come to their senses, she would hardly keep them from returning. doubt and distrust forever, yes, but not stop. she wouldn't admit it, but she even misses andromeda, under some layers of bitterness and resentment. it's ted tonks who she would love to see dead.
no, she doesn't see that flaw in that logic. )
All this talk. Would you be half so daring if we came face to face?
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[NOPE is the immediate thought in his head. Nope nope nope.
Unfortunately the other immediate thought is basically Marty McFly in action. Okay he doesn't have twelve kinds of hang ups about being called a coward, but Ron also has a temper and not much patience for gems like Bellatrix Lestrange. Black. That will be very odd to get used to.
His hand is sweaty around his quill and he is very very glad that doesn't translate. It doesn't, right? Hell.]
I'm not going to bow and scrape if that's what you mean. [Abort Ron, abort abort abort]
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... the rest of her does remember that this is a public conversation, and while goading and mocking and arguing are just kind of how she communicates with pretty much everyone, she is head of a ministry department. she runs the tips of her fingers over the dark mark on her arm and sighs.
pity. )
This isn't a schoolyard, darling. The Protection Act has been the law for nearly a decade at this point, this is not up for debate.
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[Ron will, at some point, be moderately ashamed that he was not the adult in a conversation with Bellatrix. Maybe it's a good thing Hermione isn't here??? No one look at his shame.]
I'm not your darling. And this law is barking mad, how can the ministry be this blind?
[Well...If Tom Riddle is minister......scuse him a mo', he's going to be sick]
You're all his, aren't you? The whole lot
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His what?
The ministry stands behind the minister, that has just been the way of things since its conception. If that is what you mean.
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Harry and Hermione wouldn't tip their hand like that. He ought to know. So he grits his teeth, holds his quill hard enough he wonders at it not snapping. He has to be more careful than this, because - and this is the worst part - she's right. He's treating this like a schoolyard, and he has no business doing it.]
Yeah. Exactly. That's just what I meant. [Saying it incredibly sarcastically in his head helps, just a little.]
Who runs the ministry then? Who heads the departments?
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now, she names him first names as well, but we're unfortunately not yet privy to that information, but here's the list:
mysteries – mulciber, a last name that shows up among the death eaters ron has encountered himself.
games and sports – parkinson. sacred twenty-eight, so rarely a good sign.
magical transportations – runcorn, not too distant a memory.
international magical cooperation – dolohov, because nothing says cooperative like over a decade in prison.
magical creatures – macnair, buckbeak may recall –– and of course, last but not least: )
–– Rodolphus Lestrange is the head of the DMLE, his brother took over the auror department recently. And I am the head of the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes, as of last year.
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Please.
There is a small, distant part of him that thinks getting out of the UK would be a brilliant idea. But running away - because that's what it be, no two ways about it - running away and leaving this mess for someone else to sort out? No. There's no way he could ever live with himself for even thinking about it seriously.
(He can barely live with himself for leaving Harry and Hermione.)
And the idea of the Lestranges ruining the things he knows his own dad built - Ron very nearly tears up his parchment and breaks his quill in two. Very nearly.]
Not much for diversity in the workplace, are you
[He does not feel up to joking about this, though.]
What about the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office? [It does not matter that he used to think this was the dullest, least important job in the world, outside of friends and family it's necessary gdi.]
Or did you just skive off on anything involving Muggles?
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There are job restrictions placed on mudbloods and half-bloods. Someone as family-oriented as you should be delighted to hear that the Minister has opted to divide the departments among certain families, for the greater good and all.
( well, they do check for aptitude and abilities, but the general idea here is a very pureblooded one: it all stays in the family. )
Since the Statute of Secrecy is still very much in place, Muggle Liaison and everything tied to it – including Misuse of Muggle Artefacts – continue to be necessary. We wouldn't want anything to happen to the most defenceless ones, do we?
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[He starts writing before he even finishes reading her messages, because mudblood makes him see red and taste slugs. It's an unpleasant combination.]
There's a word for that you know, what your minister is doing. 'Nepotism' is escaping him for the moment, but he'll remember eventually...]
Who do you think you're fooling? Using that word and still talking like any of this is for the good of anyone except purebloods. Anyone else can't even work where they like?
He's turned everything into his own personal playground, hasn't he, and all you've done is help him along the way!
[okay well this is a very bad job of keeping those Death Eater accusations quiet, ron.]
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Remember your place, little Weasley.
( oh, she's pissed off, alright. but angry or not, the stakes are high, and she is neither as impatient nor as unhinged as the version of herself that he knows.
well, not quite, at least.
that being said, this is a sensitive issue for her, what with her downright obsessive devotion. )
What do you reckon should have been done? Stop him? He has changed the game for wizardkind. We are growing stronger, have done so for the past decade, and it's all thanks to him. You can't imagine, no, you can't even comprehend the things he can do.
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Les[Whoops, that's not right here, is it? He scribbles it out and continues on:] Black.All you know is my last name and you think that gives you a leg up, don't you? I can comprehend a lot more about him than you obviously can,
you git.[He scribbles that out too, not because it doesn't feel AWESOME insulting Bellatrix Lestrange, but because he is sort of trying to get out of this without having a loony witch after him. Sort of.]
Don't suppose his own laws apply to him, do they?
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( it's like he's actively trying to cover all her interpersonal pitfalls in one message. )
If you are talking about his blood status ––
( which is public knowledge, used openly to increase the support of the population, because this man would hardly oppress himself, would he? so this really must be for the best, right? )
–– it is none of your business.
( ... well, that's a non-answer, so he's clearly struck gold. )
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[It feels like a win, and Ron is taking it as one, and then maybe immediately going into hiding. That seems like the smart thing to do here, right? He has to do the smart thing at some point, right...]
Everyone knows, then? Does he have to go straight home after work or risk whatever punishment for the curfew is?
How is HIS blood the only one you're not obsessed with?
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He is( she scribbles it out, just barely catching herself.
for her, it's already entirely too late, of course – nothing short of an attempt on her life through riddle could have her reconsider her devotion, and even that she might be able to justify. that doesn't mean she's immune to the question: various ideologies and a drive for personal gain are all clashing here. alternative title: bella is a hypocrite, and she really, really doesn't want to know it. )
If you were to contribute as much to society as he does, you, too, could do as you please.
Unfortunately, you aren't indispensable.
( is that a death threat? it sounds an awful lot like a death threat. it also sounds like she's absolutely ignoring the other question. )
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He's a monster.
[Ron starts writing before she even finishes. You-Know-Who is the reason his life has never been simple, the reason his best mate's life has been one terrible thing barely resolving before the next terrible thing. He's the reason the girl he kind maybe likes more than platonicly has to put up with the kind of filth Bellatrix spits out so easily.
He sees the threat, but only because right now he's seeing threats everywhere. If he closes his eyes and concentrates, he can feel the weight of the locket, heavy on his chest, and it's that memory - and the physical distance - that makes him freer with his words.]
And so are you. And you're both hypocrites.
[And because Ron is very, very much a Gryffindor, he lets off his own threat before he can think better of it.]
Don't get too comfy in the ministry. It won't last long.
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( she writes it before he even gets to his empty threat – as if the ministry is going to fall a decade into a perfectly legal, largely supported change in the system. no, she isn't worried at all about the ministry.
and here's the thing, there is a great number of things she knows would be generally... frowned upon. the question is, what does he know? )
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The basking lets him get his temper under control, though it also lets his arrogance strut on out.]
What could I possibly know? I'm just an ickle blood traitor.
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( it's a gamble, but if he already thinks her a monster... he has no more proof than his own word, and a message he can't save. )
Pity. Perhaps I ought to visit an old school 'friend' of mine. His memory might be a little better than yours, and he does have children... it tends to help.
( at least, she's about 75% sure he does, which will have to do right now. )
I mistook you for him, earlier.
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