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sweetpinkpixie · 04-17-2019, 12:13 AM

The Minister was HERE and he had been HERE since sunrise helping with final preparations for the match and providing tours for foreign visitors. It had truly been just the event that this Ministry had needed and his discussions, dinners, and meetings with foreign ambassadors and leadership gave Charles every reason to believe that the image of this Ministry was changing. Improving astronomically. Perhaps they could finally put the dark legacy that had been the Ministry under Nickles behind them all, eyes solely forward.

His chest was positively swelling with pride. He could honestly CRY, but would not. He could handle himself with a bit more professional poise in the moment. Until England won that is. Then all bets would be off.

Knowing his son - one of them - was in the stands, along with his daughter and her family....the Minister elected to leave his private box in lieu of viewing the match proper from the stands and among the public. Much better for feeling the energy and experiencing the World Cup, if he said so himself.

So it was that Charles descended into the stands with a wide GRIN upon his polish scruffy features. The Minister briefly retrieved his golden pocket watch from inside the pocket of his crimson suit vest to check the time, squinting a bit as the light hit it in just the right way that it reflected into his blue eyes and blinded him just a bit. Everything was running like clockwork and it was proving to be QUITE the match.

Pocketing it again, and still standing on the steps between the rows of spectator seats - waving and greeting as he made his way down - Charles turned his attention skyward at the players.

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sweetpinkpixie SSRPG Admin Gladrags Mod Quibbler Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Sea Serpent Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 41,466 Hogwarts RPG Name: Professor Cox Ravenclaw Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: CJ Miller Gryffindor Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin Fifth Year Ministry Department Head: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor: Victor García Massey Ollivanders x12 x12	astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf The Minister was HERE and he had been HERE since sunrise helping with final preparations for the match and providing tours for foreign visitors. It had truly been just the event that this Ministry had needed and his discussions, dinners, and meetings with foreign ambassadors and leadership gave Charles every reason to believe that the image of this Ministry was changing. Improving astronomically. Perhaps they could finally put the dark legacy that had been the Ministry under Nickles behind them all, eyes solely forward. His chest was positively swelling with pride. He could honestly CRY, but would not. He could handle himself with a bit more professional poise in the moment. Until England won that is. Then all bets would be off. Knowing his son - one of them - was in the stands, along with his daughter and her family....the Minister elected to leave his private box in lieu of viewing the match proper from the stands and among the public. Much better for feeling the energy and experiencing the World Cup, if he said so himself. So it was that Charles descended into the stands with a wide GRIN upon his polish scruffy features. The Minister briefly retrieved his golden pocket watch from inside the pocket of his crimson suit vest to check the time, squinting a bit as the light hit it in just the right way that it reflected into his blue eyes and blinded him just a bit. Everything was running like clockwork and it was proving to be QUITE the match. Pocketing it again, and still standing on the steps between the rows of spectator seats - waving and greeting as he made his way down - Charles turned his attention skyward at the players. __________________ We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back......................................... But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass..................................... The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like