Ministry of Magic
Auror
Order of The Phoenix
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PLAYED BY Trish
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Post by Ron Weasley on Oct 26, 2016 6:05:04 GMT
Somewhere along the way of voicing his objections for the current Minister, Ron found a work ethic. He was currently toiling away in his office well past his off time. Paper work was filled out and filed thoroughly, loose ends for his cases were being diligently tied up and no one, not even Hermione, could find issue to take with him. One thing that Ron couldn't abide was an empty stomach so when his tummy rumbled he had to stop what he was doing (mindless paperwork, of course) and venture out for food. The ginger haired auror wasn't one who took discomfort well and his mood plummeted each minute hunger echoed in his belly. The lanky wizard rose from his desk and strode out into the hall, one large hand resting on his stomach and the other swinging idly by his side. As part of the Golden Trio, Ron often thought himself above such things as a dress code (the auror office was decidedly lax on that anyway) and was decked out in his favorite pair of jeans and a soft, orange Chudley Cannons long sleeved t-shirt. His trainers were worn out and faded, looking like he might leave the soles of his shoes behind as he lumbered through the corridor. Ron was headed off to the breakroom, hoping to find more than stale breakfast pastries and cold coffee. Maybe there'd be some sort of sandwich, he could definitely go for a sandwich or two before returning to his mind numbing stack of forms that he was determined to get through before heading home. His trip to the office kitchen was soon derailed when he heard commotion further down the hall. With a huff and a mutter of discontent, the youngest Weasley son headed off to see what was going on, maybe he could land a hand or a hex. Hexing still made him feel better as his poor little heart was healing from the loss of Tonks. The scene could've almost been humorous if it wasn't distracting him from his snack. A small and irate looking man was giving one of the clerks hell, wagging a well manicured finger at the man even though the wizard had at least a foot on him. The filing clerk held a file folder full of parchment out defensively to fend off his angry pint sized assailant and Ron slunk down the hall to add his freckled face into the mix. "Is there something I can help you with or are you just going to stand there verbally assaulting random Ministry workers?" he asked, taking care to stand behind said clerk as cover from the pharmacists' temper. Eoin Cavanaugh |
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St.Mungo's
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21 years old
Hufflepuff Alumnus
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Post by Eoin Cavanaugh on Oct 31, 2016 2:02:47 GMT
Mali had been freed, but all was not right in the world. Eoin had at first assumed that she wanted some space to herself, after all the time they'd spent together, crammed in that tiny flat with the animals for company - and, he thought guiltily, he'd needed the space too. Sure, he could come and go, but between work and home there was no rest, with Mali feeling needy and lost and work being draining as usual between the patients, the visitors and the medi-wizard who was still, uncomfortably, on his mind. So he'd figured that she had maybe gone over to stay with Theo, or her dads, or maybe had gone away, and that had been good, they'd both needed the space. Eoin loved Mali dearly, but being trapped in their tiny flat was driving them both insane.
But then one day had turned into two, and three, and Eoin was losing track of time and Mali still hadn't returned. That wasn't right, particularly without letting him know. Eoin was pretty confident that even if Mali decided to elope to Bora Bora with Theo and not let him be a bridesmaid, she would have let him know. So her not checking in was getting more and more worrisome, enough that Eoin headed straight to the Ministry after work. He didn't even like the Ministry very much, but something was very very not right and if anyone knew what had happened, it would be them.
However, despite the fact that Eoin very nicely said "Eoin Cavanaugh, worried roommate," into the telephone booth and went through all the necessary steps to get through to the Auror department including not calling the Minister names when he signed in at the desk, he was still given sass.
He'd taken matters into his own hands and headed for the Auror department, ducking underneath the arm of a security guard and getting into the elevator with a moment to spare. However, when he got off on the correct floor, he was immediately met with a clerk, who brandished a memo at him and told Eoin that he had to file a report.
Eoin, understandably, took this well.
"MY BEST FRIEND IS MISSING AND YOU WANT ME TO FILE A REPORT?" he squeaked at the clerk, who dropped the memo and took a step back, looking around in a manner that suggested to Eoin that he was not qualified to deal with angry Irish songbirds. "Your lot were probably the ones who got her in trouble, and if you think I'm going to go back downstairs, take a number and wait for one of you ignorant, unfeeling cretins to get through the line, you can think again!" His accent was becoming notably more Irish as he spoke, losing some of the polish from time at Hogwarts and in London. His cheeks were bright red with fury, matching the nails that he was pointing accusingly at the clerk, and Eoin was about to break into further ranting when a redheaded individual walked in on the scene.
Eoin drew himself up to his (admittedly small) height and crossed his arms over his chest, eyeing the Weasley with one eyebrow raised. "Where's Mali?" he demanded of the Weasley King, somewhat impressed by the fact that he was standing in front of a Hogwarts legend but too worried about his friend to stop and ask him for an autobiography. "Your lot were the ones interested in her, and now she's gone." His voice quivered on the last word, brows coming together, and the angry face wobbled a little as Eoin started to realize what this could mean. Oh, Merlin, where was she?
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Ministry of Magic
Auror
Order of The Phoenix
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PLAYED BY OOC NAME
PLAYED BY Trish
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Post by Ron Weasley on Nov 15, 2016 1:22:40 GMT
How could such loud angry words come from such an unassuming little man? Ron'd heard the nymph spouting off about his missing friend from all the way down the hall. The clerk didn't look like he was taking it too well, poor bloke. One had to develop a thick skin when it came to working for the Ministry, especially when the gentleman was hurling insults like 'ignorant' and 'cretins'. The latter invoked a mental image of crustaceans but, and he'd check it through Hermione later, he was sure they weren't being called crabs.
Still, it technically was part of his job to keep the peace so Ron spoke up. He lacked tact, everyone who knew him knew that. His words were edged with his own brand of sass, likely counterproductive in calming someone down but he couldn't help himself. That earned the full attention of the angry man and Ron was glad that there was a very uncomfortable looking clerk currently between them. The man's gaze made him feel like he was in the Headmaster's office. It was authorative in a way, but it shouldn't have been. He was the authority here, and Ron reminded himself of that right around the time he remembered he had a backbone, too. "Dunno." the ginger haired auror said with a casual shrug. "Dunno who Mali is." The name did feel familiar as it bounced around in his brain but nothing came immediately to mind. "Have you tried her house?"
The Weasley screwed his face up for a moment in thought as the man spoke on before realization dawned across his freckled features. They were interested in her, apparently. That's where he knew the name from. "Blimey, her?" He ran a hand through his hair and over his face, already tired of the situation, he could tell it wasn't going to be as simple as sending him off to file a report. "Well don't look at us, we cleared her. Where she goes after that is her business, not ours."
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St.Mungo's
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21 years old
Hufflepuff Alumnus
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Post by Eoin Cavanaugh on Dec 13, 2016 3:45:01 GMT
The tall redhead standing in front of him looked unimpressed, posture casual despite the fact that Eoin was just about ready to dismember anyone, Ministry or otherwise, who got in the way of his finding his best friend. One of the Golden Trio was not going to be exempt, Eoin thought recklessly, narrowing his eyes at the redhead who had probably just come over to be responsible and had ended up on the wrong end of a blistering barrage of Irish shrieking.
"Whatdoyoumeanyoudon'tknowwhoMaliisyouroyalpain," Eoin hissed, propping his hands on his hips. He took a deep breath, trying not to loose too much of his temper. That wasn't going to help Mali any, particularly if he was arrested for something, like smacking the Weasley King over the head. "Yes," he said tightly in response to the other man's question. He was trying to help, Eoin supposed. "I live with her. We're roommates. You can see why I might be concerned."
Ah, there was the recognition. "Yes, her!" Eoin exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air dramatically. The clerk flinched, and Eoin gave him a dark look. "The one you kept dragging back in. Did you bring her back again? Or did you just decide it wasn't important and forget that other people might be looking for her?" He narrowed his eyes at Ron.
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