Order of The Phoenix
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21 years old
Ravenclaw Alumnus
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PLAYED BY OOC NAME
PLAYED BY Trish
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Post by Luna Lovegood on Jan 11, 2017 17:02:27 GMT
Luna had a theory.
Wrackspurts.
There must be an unusually high concentration of wrackspurts infesting the Ministry, why else would anyone consent to the madness? If she could only confirm this theory then she could begin work to exterminate them. There was just one tiny problem, Luna wasn't really allowed in the Ministry of Magic unless there was a viable reason and no one really seemed to understand the seriousness of a wrackspurt infestation. She circumvented this by slipping in during a press conference, held in the lobby.
Chances are no one would notice her among the mass of faces, and if they did well then... She ran her own newspaper, they couldn't deny her access to a press event when she was the press. The Quibbler was really started to feel like hers, instead of her father's. The Lovegood patriarch had been in Peru for well over a year now, doing important work. He was hot on the heels of a Jabberwock and from his letters he could encounter the creature any day now. Luna was equipped for the job with a pair of spectrespecs, which was exactly what one wanted to wear when their goal was to blend in. A quill was tucked through tangled wisps of blonde, pinning a bun in place while her wand rested behind her ear for safekeeping.
When the conference began, Luna nudged the colorful glasses down over her eyes and set her investigation in motion. The willowy witch waded through the crowd, scrutinizing the head space of several wizards before drifting on. Luna was not known for her extreme focus in most situations and eventually forgot her task at hand when she spotted a toad hopping through the crowd. "Oh, you aren't Trevor, are you?" she asked the amphibian as she followed it. It hopped around ankles and between witches and the wispy witch was close behind murmuring a chorus of 'excuse me' to harassed looking reporters as she crawled between their ankles and over their feet.
The toad that may or may not be Trevor made a break or the men's lavatory and Luna made a desperate dive for him, intent on returning him to Neville if he was the toad in question. She tucked and rolled, barging through the swinging door and right into ankles of a wizard who was on his way out. She was slightly dazed by the endeavor and found herself face to face with a pair of boots, but completely toadless. "Oh, excuse me." she drawled in her normal dreamy, far off tone while tilting her head up to see a tall, swarthy wizard staring down at her. Something about his face seemed very kind and very clever all at once. "But have you seen a toad?" The spectrespecs sat askew on her face and the quill in her hair was bent but she was intact.
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Miscellaneous
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21 years old
Hufflepuff Alumnus
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PLAYED BY OOC NAME
PLAYED BY Mego
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Post by Rolf Scamander on Jan 12, 2017 0:37:36 GMT
Rolf really didn't understand why his boss sent him to these things. He didn't really consider himself a reporter, not in the sense that his jostling, scribbling peers around him were reporters. Rolf reported on life, things that were constant and that he felt comfortable around - they reported on events, things that changed so rapidly he could never keep up. Rolf didn't like what was going on in the world. Rolf dealt with this by disappearing from that world into one of his own, ignoring the bad and focusing on what made him happy.
This was an exceptionally difficult strategy in a place like the Ministry. Reminders of the bad things hung from the very walls of the place and bounced off their black stone - and those walls were Rolf's main problem. He despised the black stone. There wasn't a green, living thing in sight in this wretched place. The Atrium was vast, but he felt suffocated. The walls and the artificial light, never real sunlight, even made the people look stony and grey. Rolf was already intimidated by these people he knew were better at his job than he was; their turning into giant living statues all around him didn't really help.
Rolf lingered at the back of the crowd while the press conference started, only able to maintain this act for a few minutes before he was sweating with nerves. With a guilty ball of lead weighing in his stomach, he made a break for the bathroom. His boss would be mad at him, his only friend at work probably disappointed...but it wasn't like he was the only Daily Prophet representative there. He knew they were just trying to give him a chance, and now he was quite literally flushing that away.
Rolf stood at the sink for a long time, alternating between splashing water on his face and staring at himself in the mirror. After several long rounds of deep breathing, he thought he might as well go back out, give it another go if the whole thing wasn't over already. He was just at the door when it swung open. He stopped abruptly with a squeak of his boots against the tile; he avoided getting his face hit, but his legs were another matter. Someone bowled into him, low, and he had to grab onto a urinal for support to keep from falling on top of them.
It was a girl. A girl in the boy's bathroom. Rolf stared down at her, wide-eyed, wondering first if she might be lost and second if she had any idea she was crawling around on the men's bathroom floor. Both her tone, so nonchalant, and her question caught him completely off-guard and Rolf only stared dumbly with his mouth hanging open for some moments before responding. A slight color spread through his cheeks. "Oh...no. No toad. Have you seen a toad? Is there one in here?" Rolf craned his head around in search of the hopping creature - admittedly, he was somewhat comforted by the fact that something non-human could actually survive in this place. Realizing the girl was still at his ankles, Rolf looked down at her like he'd just been shocked and stuck his hand out to pull her up. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't hurt you, did I? Your toad might be in one of the...er, toilets. He's probably frightened, getting lost in a place like this."
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Order of The Phoenix
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21 years old
Ravenclaw Alumnus
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PLAYED BY OOC NAME
PLAYED BY Trish
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Post by Luna Lovegood on Jan 21, 2017 9:43:30 GMT
The poor fellow she crashed into stared at her with his mouth agape. Luna was no stranger to stares or leaving her mundane minded colleagues speechless, but she still found the stranger's behavior odd. She hummed a 'Hmmm' while nudging the spectrespecs back over her eyes to check the man for a wrackspurt infestation. She didn't answer his question and picked herself up off the floor without taking the offered hand to examine him closer. She leaned in, invading his personal space and wrinkling her nose as it hovered mere centimeters from the tip of his own. "Very curious. You're blushing, why? Do you feel feverish?" One of her hands slid from the side of his face to his forehead. "No, your temperature seems normal."
Not yet satisfied with her visual examination, she took his head and turned it so she could peer into his ears. Luna left him for a quick moment to pick her wand up from where it fell on the tile, whispering a 'Lumos' spell to illuminate the tip, giving her a better visualization of his auditory canal. "You don't appear to have a wrackspurt infestation, but you appeared to have your thoughts temporarily interrupted. They're particularly bad this year. I think they thrive on the negativity, don't you? It puts a certain energy out and they devour it." When she was satisfied that there wasn't a wrackspurt to be found she pushed the specs back up on top of her head, pulling back several loose strands of blonde with it. "Dreadful little things, I'm working on a potion to repel them but so far nothing I've tried has been effective. They're very persistent and resistant to the usual insecticides. Oh, Nox!"
When the light was snuffed out she tucked her wand back behind her ear, turning her gaze off towards the rest of the restroom. "I'm sorry, did you say you saw a toad? I think it might be one that I know. He belongs to a friend of mine, you see. He's hand him since he was a first year and he'd be ruined if something happened to him." The witch chewed on her lower lip as her dreamy blue gaze scanned their surroundings.
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Miscellaneous
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21 years old
Hufflepuff Alumnus
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PLAYED BY OOC NAME
PLAYED BY Mego
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Post by Rolf Scamander on Jan 24, 2017 5:31:02 GMT
For a moment, Rolf was worried he'd offended this stranger by offering his hand to her - Rolf didn't understand social cues very well - but that very quickly became not the case. The girl didn't seem a bit worried about personal space or contact with strangers, actually, pulling herself up and immediately into Rolf's face. The poor boy's eyes went wide - she was so close, he had nothing else to look at but her and it felt ruder to shut his eyes than just stare. And then she was touching his face and - oh, nifflers - calling him out on that blushing he never quite seemed to get a handle on.
"I'm not sick?" He said weakly, unsure who or what he was asking. Rolf was not a social creature; everyday, normal interactions usually went far above his head. But this...never in his life had he been treated like this by a stranger. He didn't exactly hate it - one social lesson he did learn from his formative years (a forced lesson, but a lesson all the same) was that it was easier to be the weird kid around all the other weird kids, instead of trying and failing to fit in.
And man, was this girl weird. She'd moved on to looking inside his ears and Rolf was just letting it happen. Something felt familiar about this girl...and it clicked as soon as she started going on about wrackspurts. Rolf didn't really have friends at Hogwarts, no, he didn't know that face from there per say - he knew it from the Quibbler. Rolf was a big fan of their focus on creatures and beasts, even if he didn't agree with everything they printed (honestly, he still wasn't completely sure he believed in wrackspurts). "Have you ever actually encountered one?" He asked, his head still tilted the way she'd left it. Throw him into the strangest situation possible, and Rolf could still talk all day about magical creatures. "Bile from armadillos is good for mental clarity, try that."
A little smile had worked its way onto Rolf's face, the one that always showed in those moments where he felt totally himself - not a lot of people saw that smile, because those moments didn't often happen in the presence of other people. And they certainly didn't happen with girls, in the boy's bathroom of the Ministry of Magic. Rolf's smile fell when he was reminded of where he was, looking around for the girl's friend's toad. And when his gaze fell on the toilets, his blush returned. "Oh, um, excuse me." He left the girl for the stalls, peeking into the porcelain bowls until he reached the third one and, indeed, found a fat toad sitting on the rim. Rolf coaxed it into his palms - he'd have to wash his hands twice at this rate - and returned to the girl, holding the toad out. "He wasn't, er, in it. Just on it...the toilet." Girls just loved toilet talk, didn't they, Rolf?
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Order of The Phoenix
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21 years old
Ravenclaw Alumnus
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PLAYED BY OOC NAME
PLAYED BY Trish
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Post by Luna Lovegood on Feb 5, 2017 8:35:13 GMT
"You don't sound so sure of that yourself." Luna mused as she continued to exam him. He wasn't warm to the touch and there wasn't any sign of wrackspurts buzzing around his ear, but he was behaving in a peculiar way. She was sort of an expert on peculiar. Perhaps that was just his quirks, although the blushing in his face could easily be facial flushing due to illness. The wispy blonde paused and blinked at the man when he asked her if she'd ever encountered a wrackspurt. "Of course, haven't you? They're terrible in here." Luna even made a show of swatting at the air around her right ear as if shooing one away.
Hmm... Armadillo bile. Tapping her chin thoughtfully she shook her head. "I think gnome saliva is much better for that sort've thing." Although she was very impressed to find someone who was into... alternative medicine, if that was a way to think about it. "I've had some of my best breakthroughs after a gnome bite. It's good for promoting small bursts of brilliance. I'd like to see if I could somehow prolong the effects, but oh, I really don't have time for another experiment right now." Luna continued to tap at her chin, gaze drifting off as she slipped into thought. "But if I took on another lab assistant I could increase my productivity. Or maybe someone to help with The Quibbler... I don't know when Daddy plans on returning from Peru. But who would I trust with that? Certainly not Ronald. Maybe Ginny? Harry has an awful lot on his plate. Oh, I'll figure it out." She made a mental note to add that experiment to her long list of scientific advancements waiting to happen.
As an expert in all things odd, Luna found the man's odd behavior a little endearing. She tilted her head as he tried to explain where he'd found the toad. "Well, I'm glad he wasn't in it. I'm not sure he can swim." Taking the proffered toad, she held him up to eye level and scrunched up her nose as she examined him. "So it is you, you naughty toad." Although Luna was scolding him, a gentle smile played across her lips. She turned her wide eyed gaze to the man, nodding towards the toad. "Thank you for finding him, he belongs to a dear friend. I'm Luna and this is Trevor. You are?" Cute. He was cute. But she was interested in his name.
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Miscellaneous
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21 years old
Hufflepuff Alumnus
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PLAYED BY OOC NAME
PLAYED BY Mego
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Post by Rolf Scamander on Feb 14, 2017 17:51:45 GMT
"I'm not sick. I don't think," he tried with a little more confidence this time, nodding when it didn't exactly shine through in his voice. He then said something that seemed to give the girl pause, and his blush deepened (so much for that confidence). He blinked back at her for a moment and then mumbled, "Actually, I don't know if I have. That would make sense..." He looked around the space above their heads, searching fruitlessly. How could he know if he'd ever encountered a wrackspurt? Little buggers were invisible...but the Ministry having an infestation of them almost made too much sense. He laughed, quietly, mostly to himself.
The girl had a counter to his armadillo bile suggestion, and Rolf looked back down at her in mild surprise - before slapping himself in the forehead. "Ah, of course - why didn't I think of that?" Rolf didn't like thinking about gnomes too much, or their saliva. He had a pretty big heart but if he was going to deem any sort of creature a pest (not that he would ever actually do that), it would be a gnome. Rolf found them clever, too clever - no matter what anyone else said - and he also found them one too many times digging up his garden and biting at his ankles when he tried to build up an alternative place for them to burrow.
Yep, that was far too much thinking about gnomes for one day. Rolf tuned back in to the girl when she began speaking again. "Oh, you do all those experiments you write about yourself?" He said, impressed - and again, he blushed. Nothing flattered a girl more than stalking her through her writing, right? After she ran off a big list of names - Harry stuck out, everyone knew Harry - he tried explaining himself, "I'm a big fan - er, reader, of The Quibbler. I think you guys have a better idea of writing about what matters than...y'know, the Prophet. Sometimes."
After that trainwreck, rescuing a toad from a toilet was a much welcomed excuse for Rolf to try and get himself together. This was the girl that ran The Quibbler. Here was a person who might actually understand and appreciate what Rolf loved to talk about, and all he could manage was bumbling like an idiot. When he returned with the toad, he wasn't much better - but the girl seemed happy, and it made him smile. He had successfully found Trevor the toad for her. "I'm glad he's, er, safe." The squat little critter didn't even look like he knew the word danger, much less ever experienced it. He looked back up at Luna when she introduced them - she was far better to look at than the toad, he had to admit. "I'm Rolf," he smiled. "Do you want to, er, go return him to your friend?" He pointed at Trevor. Mostly Rolf just wanted to get out of the bathroom with this girl before his face caught on fire; but he didn't want her to leave altogether just yet.
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