Ministry of Magic
PLAYED BY OOC NAME
PLAYED BY Trish
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Post by Gabriel Bishop on Nov 30, 2016 5:19:42 GMT
Gabriel was new to the UK, but not new to being an Auror. He'd worked as one for a few years back in America, his old home. Nothing was going on back there, literally nothing for him as they'd stuck him on a desk job months ago but hopefully here he could do something to influence the way things were going, do some good. Maybe actually help someone and give meaning to his life and the sort've empty feeling in his chest. The blonde wizard strode through the halls, exuding a false confidence as he made his way to the Auror department. Inside, he was a mess and mentally coaching himself through the process. He could do this. They were going to like him, particularly if they were of the female persuasion. Gabe was blessed with classic blonde hair and blue eyed good looks and have you seen his cheek bones? If his handsome features didn't draw them in, surely his charm and wit would. He could do this.
He'd found his desk alright and had started to put away the few things he'd brought from his old job. A holder for his quills, a picture of his parents and a little bonsai tree that he was very fond of. Gabriel was rooting through the drawers when he found a picture of a pink haired woman, her arm slung around an older man's shoulders. They were both laughing and it looked like the sort of picture one might want to keep. Not looking to be an asshole on his first day, the wizard set it aside and finished laying out his things. He shifted the mini tree from one corner to the other, turned it catty corner and adjusted it 'til he was satisfied with the whole 'zen' 'feng shui' thing. With everything settled, Gabe stood up and set out to find someone who could pass the picture back to it's owner.
This, actually, was a stroke of luck as far as he was concerned. People liked other people who did nice things for them, surely this was his foot in the door. Gabriel gained a slight swagger to his step while his lips curled up in a self satisfied smile. He didn't look for long before he spotted a new coworker, a fellow auror, off in the corner. He ran a hand through his long, dirty blonde locks out of habit before tapping the person on the shoulder. Wanting to assimilate he adopted his best British accent which was... frankly terrible. " 'Ello chap." That sounded like a very British thing to say, maybe he'd get invited to tea. "I found this picture in my desk and.. Here, look at it chum. Do you know who it belongs too?" When the coworker took the picture, Gabe crossed his arms over his chest. His satisfied smile turned into a full on grin and he paid no mind to the person's response to said picture. "Name's Gabriel, by the way. I'm a transfer from the U.S. I've been dying to come over here, it was a stroke of luck that a spot finally opened up. I'm honestly a fan of your work with... what do you call him? You know who? We never get any action over on my side of the pond."
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Ministry of Magic
Auror
Order of The Phoenix
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22 years old
Gryffindor Alumnus
The Power of Love
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PLAYED BY OOC NAME
PLAYED BY Gen
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Post by Harry Potter on Dec 1, 2016 6:35:30 GMT
Harry had been asked more than once recently why he continued to work for the Auror department, and he was seriously considering that now, as he wrinkled his nose at the current "creature legislations" that were being drafted. He still believed that his position had potential for good, and perhaps it was arrogant of him to assume that the few good men and women in the ministry were a bulwark against total tyranny, but Merlin, this was not the kind of law he had sworn to uphold. At the very least, he thought bitterly, the Enforcers dealt with this kind of thing (for now). He hadn't been called upon to arrest or contain a creature... he didn't know what he'd do if he was.
For now, he decided to dispel that kind of thought with a cup of hot chocolate - perhaps peppermint, as the festive season was fast approaching. Pushing away from his desk and wandering into the main area, drifting without a great sense of commitment towards the break room (did he want peppermint hot chocolate? Or maybe a gingerbread latte?) when he felt a tap on the shoulder and turned, brow furrowing for a moment as he tried to recognize who was poking the lion.
It was a New Guy, someone Harry wasn't very familiar with, who either had the strangest accent in history or was imitating it. (Who did that?) Harry's brows drew together, perplexed at the man's aura of confidence, cheekbones and accent (it was a confusing package, to say the least), when he was handed a photograph that contained a very familiar halo of pink hair. His mood plummeted instantly as he realized a number of things:
1: this blonde british wannabe had taken Tonks' desk, something he'd considered sacred territory and the department had been very reluctant to clean. Nobody just replaced Tonks.
2: the other man obviously knew nothing about the department he was transferring into (or maybe Harry was just touchy, but Harry was inclined to feel selfishly considering he was holding a photograph of Tonks), based on his phrasing - stroke of luck?? The previous holder of the position was deceased - and cavalier attitude about Voldemort. If Cheekbones was so envious, he could take over being hexed, thanks very much.
And, finally, 3: It was this man's lucky day that Ron was somewhere else, because Harry at least was not going to throw things (even though he seriously considered it).
His expression, which had been absent and neutral at best, had morphed into a thundercloud, eyebrow creeping higher and higher as the other man spoke. "This," he said, pleasantly neutral tone at great contrast to his expression, "Is the previous occupant of your position. Her name was Nymphadora Tonks Lupin, and I wouldn't call it lucky that she passed away." Harry paused. "You're certainly going to be busy here," he continued pleasantly. "Our fair share of catastrophes. I suppose, as you say, it's just... lucky." Merlin, that snark sounded familiar. Was Malfoy rubbing off on him? The horror. Harry looked back down at the photograph, torn between scolding and trying to be friendly. He settled for calm. "Harry," he introduced himself as, shortly. "I apologize for my rudeness, but you might not want to introduce yourself to the whole department like that. It's... very recent." He glanced back down at the photograph, corners of his mouth pulling down as he watched Tonks and Remus smile.
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Ministry of Magic
Auror
Order of The Phoenix
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25 years old
Gryffindor Alumnus
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PLAYED BY OOC NAME
PLAYED BY Ash
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Post by Crystal Meadowes on Dec 2, 2016 2:58:28 GMT
The new guy had finally arrived. They had tried to send someone in a few weeks ago, but after the complete disaster zone Crystal and Lyra had created with the help of a Weasley products arsenal, the decision had been made to give the department a little more time. Apparently that time was now up.
Crystal had been banished to her desk to do paperwork, punishment for nearly coming to blows with some enforcer upstart, so she had a full view of Blondie settling his things into Tonks’ desk. Not his. Hers. That alone was enough to make Crystal want to punch him right in his perfect face. She watched him from the corner of her eye as she pretended to fill out her report. It wasn’t his fault. He probably had no idea what he was walking into. And he seemed to be respectful enough of Tonks’ picture, something Crystal had been completely unwilling to remove from the desk while cleaning it out. Maybe she should try to give him a fair shake. It was what Tonks would want, after all. Maybe he wouldn’t be so bad…
And then he went and opened his mouth. It was a damn good thing he had approached Harry because had he shown up at Crystal’s desk with that introduction, the department would’ve found itself once more short an auror. Between the accent, the smug attitude and the absolute disregard for what people in this department had gone through, for the loss of Tonks… Just listening to him was enough to make Crystal nearly combust. Her hand around her quill tightened until the thing snapped. Well then. Might as well follow suit.
She dropped the broken quill into her desk drawer, slamming it hard to get the attention of the two aurors standing nearby. “Bit of advice, Blondie,” she said, getting to her feet. “Show some bloody respect. This is not a game. People die doing what we do. Good people. People like her.” She stabbed her finger in the direction of the picture Harry held. “And they don’t do it so smug blokes like you can prance around playing at being a hero. This is real, and it’s hard, and if you can’t respect that, then you don’t need to be here. So either grow the hell up or go home.” Admittedly a rather harsh introduction, but Crystal wasn’t in the mood to care. No way in hell was she letting more good people die because this upstart couldn’t get his crap together.
Just the opposite, in fact. Suddenly feeling rather vindictive, she scooped up the stack of papers on her desk and carried it over to the new guy, dropping them rather unceremoniously into his arms. “There," she said with an icy smile. "That should be enough ‘action’ to keep you busy for a while.”
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Ministry of Magic
PLAYED BY OOC NAME
PLAYED BY Trish
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Post by Gabriel Bishop on Dec 10, 2016 22:38:03 GMT
Poor Gabriel's good day had quickly soured. It wasn't until after he stammered on (half nervously, although he played it off rather well) that he realized that a terrible transgression had been committed. He was talking to the Harry Potter (determined after he eyed the scar for a moment) who, judging by the look on his face, was less than pleased. The Chosen One gave the blonde a mild dressing down and Gabriel could feel more color draining from his face with each word. "Oh--I--" he faltered but then, Potter apologized and left him feeling even more like the asshole he was trying to avoid being. His gaze was glued to the picture of the smiling couple, insides squeezing uncomfortably. His shoulders slumped under the weight of his mistake. "I didn't know." He knew the gaping hole loss could leave after his parents died. "I'm sorry for you l---"
The sound of something startled him right out of his too late offer of condolences. A woman had apparently been eavesdropping and was upset. This one was a lot more hostile than Potter. A hand shot up to his hair at he name 'blondie', fingers combing through his soft blonde locks out of a bit of self consciousness. Her words had the opposite effect of Potters, he wasn't humbled like he was by the Boy Who Lived, but retreated behind a mask. The vulnerable moment of self consciousness was gone, replaced by his chronic resting bitchface that did not dare betray him to the emotions roiling underneath. The auror felt defensive, unfairly attacked. How was he to know the story behind the pink haired woman in the photograph?
Gabriel was realizing he should have just tossed the damn picture in the trash. A brow arched, hands slipping into his pockets and posture easing into something more casual. He looked bored, maybe. "I don't know about you, but I don't ask why positions are open when I apply for them so any perceived lack of respect was a misunderstanding." It was completely unfair to snap at him like that. It was a mistake that could have corrected without raging at him. "I'm not looking to play hero." Maybe a little. "I'm looking to do something other than stand by and read stories about the darkness trying to rise again over here." Just a guy looking to do his part, really. His intentions weren't all or even mostly self serving. There was a small thirst for glory, but it wasn't the entire reason he was here.
Then, the... he couldn't use that word in pleasant company, took it one step further. His eyebrow re-arched and he held the paperwork right back out to her. "I'm not doing your work." Maybe he should, brownie points and all, but not with that attitude. "And my name is Gabriel, I'd appreciate if you'd use it instead of 'Blondie'. Now if you'll take back your paperwork, I'll go back to unpacking my things." It was polite, free of snark which was saying something considering the amount circulating in the room.
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