IT'S BLOODY HOT IN HERE (no, really. it's seriously hot.)
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!
[ he has never been fond of noise, or at least the sort of noise deemed boisterous and ill-mannered. every so often, the administrative registration department becomes an orchestra of them, especially in the muggle registration commission. it's funny how mudbloods think they have the right to an opinion. if anything, they should feel so lucky to have the privilege of being here at all.
but the minister has taken a more careful and political approach to his handling of lesser bloods and the lestranges have decided to back him in his play.
it doesn't mean rodolphus tolerates it, however. disregarding whatever inconvenience or injustice she may have faced, the redhead currently making an unrefined ruckus in a reserved, governmental setting does not sit well with him. mudbloods, always so coarse and self-righteous, despite being nothing more than filth. ]
You're paying it. [ his voice is calm, cold and monotonous as he approaches from behind her. he doesn't plan to stay in the mrc section of the ard for long. it feels too... contaminated to stick around for long-term exposure. ] Otherwise, you'll be losing more than just your currency. You can argue it however you want, but you violated DMLE regulations when you obstructed one of our agents from doing his job.
[ lily is tired. she is in fact exhausted and exasperated and any other number of ex-related things. what she is not is quiet, shy, retiring, or patient. the voice behind her makes her grit her teeth and she takes a calming breath before she turns around.
someone else might've tensed. someone else might've sucked in a breath, or widened their eyes, or licked their lips, or shrunk down into themselves. lily does none of those things even though she recognizes him by sight. rodolphus lestrange. there are whispers about him but she doesn't care. she keeps her spine straight even though he still towers over her and crosses her arms over her chest. ]
If I'd opened my door for an agent with no credentials I would have also been fined for not keeping to curfew, Mister Lestrange. So tell me, what exactly is the purpose of keeping to regulations if there's no right answer in the first place?
[ she is calmer, but there's still a fire in her. she is absolutely not frightened of him in the least. ]
[ he's used to fear, used to the instinctive withdrawal of even the bravest of souls when they come face-to-face with him. it doesn't matter who they are, what their station is, old or young, death eater or not — there is always a lingering trace of uncertainty, distrust or intimidation at the sight of him.
he doesn't get any of it here. not an ounce. either she doesn't recognise him or she's foolish. perhaps, she's both. but it's admittedly refreshing — the fire within her. he didn't know a mudblood had it in them (or at least he's never bothered to acknowledge it until this moment). ]
If it was a sanctioned visit, you wouldn't have been fined. [ he glances over her to the clerk who is suddenly nervously fixated on reorganising his workstation. with a slight draw of his breath, rodolphus turns on his heels, gesturing for the redhead to follow with nothing more than two precise flicks of his forefinger. ]
[ lily isn't foolish. she just has a backbone made of tempered steel that isn't going to bend for the likes of him even if he does terrify everyone else in his vicinity. she doesn't. bloody. care. not about rodolphus, not about his coldness, not about taking time out of his day, not about anything.
she does know her own day is getting worse now, but that isn't the point. ]
If he'd had his credentials, I would have had proof it was a sanctioned visit. I'm not about to open my door after curfew without proof.
[ lily doesn't follow rodolophus. despite the rudeness of how he told her to. she keeps step with him even though his legs are much longer than hers and for some reason it doesn't even look like she's making much of an effort - just walking beside him. ] My file states I follow every regulation to the letter, Mister Lestrange, and there's no reason I should change that now. Especially not over something like this.
[ she isn’t lying, that’s obvious as much. in fact, she may have had the right to be angry and indignant – if she wasn’t a muggle-born. if there was a world where he would side with a mudblood over one of his men, this one wouldn’t be it.
he doesn’t say a word as they exit the muggle-born registration commission, doesn’t show a single sign he’s heard her while they leave the administrative registration department, and doesn’t even spare her the most fleeting of glances until they’ve entered his office and the door is neatly shut behind them. removing his robe to reveal a black dress shirt, rodolphus hangs it on a coatrack in the corner of the room with a simple gesture of his fingers.
he doesn’t seem to be in much of a rush as he takes a seat behind his desk. summoning a cigarette, he slips it between his lips as he lights it. he doesn’t invite her to sit, but one of the chairs do push out for her.
stretching out his legs, he reclines back comfortably in his chair as a folder opens up in front of him and the parchments spread out in the air before him. ]
Lily Evans, is it? [ her name comes out dismissive and slightly muffled by the thinly wrapped tube in his mouth. ] Impeccable record, I see. [ it’s obvious he’s not impressed. ] I do sympathise with you. [ the document reseals itself back on top of his desk as he leans forward to rest his arms on it. ] I’ve never received a bad mark in my life either, but it clearly states here [ one of the papers slide out from within the folder towards her. ] that the officer in question did show you his credentials and you simply chose to ignore it.
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but the minister has taken a more careful and political approach to his handling of lesser bloods and the lestranges have decided to back him in his play.
it doesn't mean rodolphus tolerates it, however. disregarding whatever inconvenience or injustice she may have faced, the redhead currently making an unrefined ruckus in a reserved, governmental setting does not sit well with him. mudbloods, always so coarse and self-righteous, despite being nothing more than filth. ]
You're paying it. [ his voice is calm, cold and monotonous as he approaches from behind her. he doesn't plan to stay in the mrc section of the ard for long. it feels too... contaminated to stick around for long-term exposure. ] Otherwise, you'll be losing more than just your currency. You can argue it however you want, but you violated DMLE regulations when you obstructed one of our agents from doing his job.
no subject
someone else might've tensed. someone else might've sucked in a breath, or widened their eyes, or licked their lips, or shrunk down into themselves. lily does none of those things even though she recognizes him by sight. rodolphus lestrange. there are whispers about him but she doesn't care. she keeps her spine straight even though he still towers over her and crosses her arms over her chest. ]
If I'd opened my door for an agent with no credentials I would have also been fined for not keeping to curfew, Mister Lestrange. So tell me, what exactly is the purpose of keeping to regulations if there's no right answer in the first place?
[ she is calmer, but there's still a fire in her. she is absolutely not frightened of him in the least. ]
no subject
he doesn't get any of it here. not an ounce. either she doesn't recognise him or she's foolish. perhaps, she's both. but it's admittedly refreshing — the fire within her. he didn't know a mudblood had it in them (or at least he's never bothered to acknowledge it until this moment). ]
If it was a sanctioned visit, you wouldn't have been fined. [ he glances over her to the clerk who is suddenly nervously fixated on reorganising his workstation. with a slight draw of his breath, rodolphus turns on his heels, gesturing for the redhead to follow with nothing more than two precise flicks of his forefinger. ]
no subject
she does know her own day is getting worse now, but that isn't the point. ]
If he'd had his credentials, I would have had proof it was a sanctioned visit. I'm not about to open my door after curfew without proof.
[ lily doesn't follow rodolophus. despite the rudeness of how he told her to. she keeps step with him even though his legs are much longer than hers and for some reason it doesn't even look like she's making much of an effort - just walking beside him. ] My file states I follow every regulation to the letter, Mister Lestrange, and there's no reason I should change that now. Especially not over something like this.
no subject
he doesn’t say a word as they exit the muggle-born registration commission, doesn’t show a single sign he’s heard her while they leave the administrative registration department, and doesn’t even spare her the most fleeting of glances until they’ve entered his office and the door is neatly shut behind them. removing his robe to reveal a black dress shirt, rodolphus hangs it on a coatrack in the corner of the room with a simple gesture of his fingers.
he doesn’t seem to be in much of a rush as he takes a seat behind his desk. summoning a cigarette, he slips it between his lips as he lights it. he doesn’t invite her to sit, but one of the chairs do push out for her.
stretching out his legs, he reclines back comfortably in his chair as a folder opens up in front of him and the parchments spread out in the air before him. ]
Lily Evans, is it? [ her name comes out dismissive and slightly muffled by the thinly wrapped tube in his mouth. ] Impeccable record, I see. [ it’s obvious he’s not impressed. ] I do sympathise with you. [ the document reseals itself back on top of his desk as he leans forward to rest his arms on it. ] I’ve never received a bad mark in my life either, but it clearly states here [ one of the papers slide out from within the folder towards her. ] that the officer in question did show you his credentials and you simply chose to ignore it.