The Entrance Thread Welcome to the Ministry of Magic’s New Year’s Bash and Board of Governors' Debate! A lot of hard work and intense preparation has gone into this to make it worthwhile for everyone. As you walk into the Atrium, you will find a beautifully detailed archway that leads you into a very large room where the party and the debate will be held. Say hello to coworkers, old friends, Board of Governor’s candidates, and new faces. Just be sure not to block the entryway for newcomers! |
Manolo walked in, straightening out his vest. It seemed he was a bit early, but it's not like he had anything to do at home. With Awarlesta at school and his mother in Spain, he was lonely and bored. Oh and he came to the bash dateless. Fantastic. No matter. He can boogie down by himself. |
Eva ;) He imagined this was going to make it all official. If he really thought about it, it had all been official as of when he had tried to protect Natasha from the zombies when he’d brought her to see Wes on Level Two after their first date, but Dorian was still a bit surprised that it had been so easy. Granted, it wasn’t entirely easy, and he still had too many memories of what could have been with Gwendolyn, but being convinced to actually show up at the Ministry event with Isobel’s sister hadn’t taken as much work as he would have expected. He was still prepared for awkwardness, in any case, since, once again, this was making it all official. It was making it known to more than the couple people he was sure had ideas, and he couldn’t deny that there were ideas that it would be difficult for at least one of those. He doubted anyone would miss the fact they had come together, especially not his boss and friend, and Isobel. Wes was one thing, but given the fact his wife had been dealing with whatever aftereffects might have occurred regarding the zombie illness, that response was a big question. He was finding that he wasn’t quite as reticent to find out, though. Maybe it was the fact they were all going to be starting off a new year soon enough that was helping him get back the Gryffindor side of himself. “Where do you think would be the best place to start?,” he said, offering an arm to Natasha as they’d approached the entrance to the event location. Obviously they weren’t going to need to worry too much about mingling just yet, seeing as it appeared they had arrived early. Only one other person was loitering near the archway, at least, and he couldn’t say he knew the man very well. Other than remembering him possibly in passing when Magical Creatures had assisted in investigating the food court for clues as to the origin of the illness. Either way, he would let Natasha decide what they would do first. Mingle with the few people who might arrive, or see what they had by way of refreshments. The likelihood of the board candidate debate starting any time soon was slim, as was other entertainment. At least they could get comfortable in the environment before anything happened. |
Zach has been very busy lately, with all the election going. He brushed his dress-robe after that floo network trip and he stood straight and proud, the Junior Undersecretary is happy that things are panning out his way. He looked around and tried looking for everybody, or anybody. He saw someone who looks like he is new and waved at him, he approached and said, "Hello, how are you? Happy New Year!" "I am Zacharias McMillan. But you can call me Zach" he said extending his hand to shake the guys' hand. |
Some people might compare the way the way the blonde BOG candidate was stalking into the entrance hall to a solider going to battle. Gracefully, of course. She couldn't afford to be anything but graceful. Not after the last debate. Not with the way she'd been baited and most certainly after the whole babbling incident. Though babbling might work. Surely did for a certain department head. Or appeared to, anyway. Which reminded her that she needed to have a talk with her own department head and the Board of Elections. Because there was no way that woman (and she was using the term lightly) could've won that last debate. But first, she had to speak with her maybe cohort and her campaign manager. Speaking of which, where the hell WAS Raelynn?! Roxanne was almost so wrapped in these thoughts that she didn't notice the four other people in the hall. But as they were so wrapped up in their own conversations, she didn't feel the need to spare them a passing glance. Except for one's rather poor choice of date, which received an slightly irritated eye roll, unnoticeable unless you were really watching her. She would deal with that later. For now, she just kept stalking past and into the Ministry's stupid little bash. Which was sure to be a lot duller than her own New Years Party the night before. These Ministry functions always were dull..... |
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Pulling off the scarf from her around her shoulder's Tasha pushed it gingerly down into her purse. Taking a hold of Dorian’s offered arm she said as they came up to the entrance to for the event smiling. "Let's check out the dining area first. I want to see what kind of food and refreshments the buffet table has to offer." It was best to eat something before the debate kicked off. Tasha doubted there would be much time to eat as the debate went on and she wanted to dance too. |
Dorian, Tasha ;) It was back to work time already, wasn't it. Wes would never admit out loud that he was a workaholic, but well, deep down inside he knew he was. And so was Izzy. He wasn't even frowning "Place looks nice," Wes commented to Iz as they walked in and took a look around. His tie was choking him already but it had handsome stripes on it so he figured he'd keep it on for the first hour at least. "Wonder when the...." He trailed off, forgetting the rest of his sentence for a moment when he recognized the couple just in front of them. Merlin's beard, that wasn't Dorian, one of his old Gryffindor pals and current division head, and Tasha, his sister-in-law, was it?! There, together??!? OH BUT IT WAS. Just look at them, trying to sneak off to the food table already. "DORIAN," Wes boomed, making his presence known just behind them. He quickened his pace to catch up to the pair, unwittingly dragging Izzy along too probably. "And Tasha," he greeted the pretty lady as well. "How ARE you two DOING today?" Wes was smiling now, more like smirking, but smiling nonetheless. |
The holiday had not been long enough. Not at all. She could've easily gotten used to the nice hot temperature that she had gotten used to on their holiday. But it was back to work now. At least there was going to be a nice new years party though. Isobel liked the sound of that though. She liked a good party. She'd get to see all her employees again too. She hadn't seen them that much recently, not with her being quarantined. So today would be a good time to catch up with everyone. "It does look nice." She nodded, glancing around. They'd done a good joob. She smirked a little as she noticed him messing with his tie. "I told you not wear a tie." She knew her man, and she knew he really wasn't into wearing ties. He looked pretty good though. She'd already told him that though, no need to repeat it here. She frowned though as she suddenly pulled her off somewhere. "Wes" She groaned as they fell into pace with Dorian and her sister. Tasha. Ahh. Interesting. She smiled at them both. "Hey Tash, Dorian." How nice it was to seem them here. Together. She glanced up at her husband, smirking a little. Did he see it too? |
We have arrived! Bjorn had just entered the British Ministry of Magic for the first time, with his candidate Erik Vinteren at his side. Gazing about him, he had noted the large fountain and intricate designs on the ceiling. Impressive, quite impressive. "A much more grandiose style than the Norwegian Ministry, no?" he said conversationally to his companion. Proceeding through the Atrium, he then came to the entrance for the debate. Digging through his pocket, he handed a shiny object to his companion. Bjorn had taken the liberty of bringing matching name tags for himself and Erik. Made of brushed silver, they were engraved with their names as well as "BoG Candidate" and "BoG Campaign Manager" respectively. Bjorn Berg was all about class. Plus, he abhorred those paper sticky types, and the odds of those being present were too high for him to risk. Always be prepared. Look professional, classy. That was the beginning of his subtle manipulation of minds this evening. Now, to begin schmoozing. |
Adam walked into the room, looking around at everything as he did so. Whew...they had really outdone themselves. Of course the amazement at the decorations was only enough to temporarily make him forget about how nervous he was. After all this was going to potentially be the first time that he would be meeting other Ministry of Magic employees, and first impressions always died hard. He certainly didn't want to make fool of himself, and not knowing anyone that could at least make something seem not so new and awkward made things even worse. |
Says hello to Big Boss and Dorian SPOILER!!: Mr. Big Boss, Ferguson Melissa walked into the room and looked around. The place was beginning to fill up and so she turned to her husband James and smiled. "I see my Department Head has already arrived with his wife. Let me introduce you to him, honey." Melissa told him before dragging him over to Wesley Ferguson. She noticed that as she made her way towards Mr. Ferguson, she noticed that he was speaking to Dorian and another woman. She stood aside and waited not wanting to interrupt him. James looked around. He had been to so many galas lately, that he had not been too keen to attend another one. But because this was a function that not only included meeting his wife's co-workers but ALSO the candidates for the Board of Governors of his daughter's school, he decided that attending this function would be beneficial. At least he would have a chance to speak with the people who were going to make decisions at the school that his daughter was attending. He wanted to make sure that they were the right candidates for the job. He noticed that Melissa was him dragging towards a man and his wife. 'Melissa's boss? Now this is one man I would like to meet.' he thought to himself. "Uh Mel, I think your boss is busy right now. Maybe you can introduce me to him later." he suggested when he saw the guy walk up to another couple. |
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And speaking of aesthetics...Erik took the shiny thing from his manager with a puzzled expression before he realized what it was. "Nice touch," he said with a smirk, affixing it to his suit near the chest pocket. He ambled along just behind his manager, his eyes always busy taking in who else was present and who was not. He recognized many of these people from his research...and ah, there was one of his fellow candidates now. Erik nudged Bjorn's arm and gestured for him to follow over toward a blonde woman. Quote:
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Erik and friends... and Ella is up for grabs ^_^ Ella wasn't entirely sure why she was nervous about this. She wasn't even doing anything significant besides meeting her new employees. It might have been the fact that she was wearing a dress, though. She didn't usually wear dresses. No matter, though, because she was already there. Walking through the entrance, Ella looked around at those who had arrived so far and smiled at those she knew and those she didn't. She glanced around for a familiar face she would like to see... but he wasn't there quite yet. - - - - - - - - - - With confidence in her stride, Ivy Knox walked into the Atrium for the first time, taking note of the large statue, while still aware of those around her. Particularly Erik and his manager, who apparently was also 'Norwegian'... Right. As she walked further, she noticed Erik speaking to Roxanne who was wearing a rather interesting outfit that didn't seem quite appropriate to Ivy. Time to party crash... "Good evening gentlemen, Roxanne," Ivy said, nodding to the men and then her fellow candidate, her hand resting on Erik's arm and a slightly twisted smile on her face. She turned to Ivy again. "I wish you the best of luck tonight. Break a leg." It was a figure of speech in most cases, but Ivy didn't really mind if it just so happened to come true. Ivy then walked right between Erik and Roxanne and headed off for the buffet. Before she got too far, she turned her head back in Erik's direction and gave him a wink before disappearing through the crowd. |
Entering the hall Gavin paused to look around him to see if Becca was there or not yet. He hadn't wanted to come to this alone, knowing Kat wasn't going to be there. He had no idea where she was or if she was coming back and felt bad enough being alone. After seeing Becca for the first time in 6 years he'd invited her to come to this in the very least to attend the debate if nothing else. The debate....at least this time around it was more in his comfort zone. He'd been at the ministry for over 10 years now, and a department head for over a year. It had been quite a ride to get this far, but he enjoyed it. And finally felt like people were starting to respect him. Looking around him he saw new employees, old employees, some he knew some he didn't, a well as other candidates and manager type peoples. But no Becca... |
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Erik, Roxanne, and Ivy SPOILER!!: Erik and Roxanne Bjorn could tell Erik wasn't in much of a chatty mood. Not good. This is a rubbing elbows event if I've ever seen one. "You'll have to be a bit more clever than that tonight, my friend," he said, hoping Erik would catch on. It wasn't a criticism, just a professional reminder. From Erik's gesture to the woman, Bjorn saw that he had indeed understood. The man was a natural, the perfect candidate for Bjorn's style. Also extending his hand to the woman, he said, "And I'm Bjorn Berg, his campaign manager." Noting her smart pant suit, he added, "And permit me to say that you look lovely this evening, madam, absolutely stunning." And that's how it's done, Vinteren. SCHMOOOOOOZE. SPOILER!!: sarahlooo Then a new woman appeared from thin air, or so it seemed. Courtesy But not long after, she made her somewhat discourteous exit. No matter, there were others on which his charm could be used. |
Anyone? If anything this wasn't new, having to go to functions for work simply to make an impression on people so they had known exactly what kind of a person he was; however there was the slightest of changes this time around which had been that this was his first social excursion in London so people had not known him yet. Henry was immediately determined to change that because he didn't want assumptions made this early about him just due to the simple fact that there many fancy credentials attached to his name, he was a former Quidditch coach and really that was all people had needed to know; sure there might have been an internship with a broom maker and he ended up creating a brand new Quidditch league in New York but those were all details that didn't need to be discussed unless people were truly curious, though he was sure that he could would have stopped himself from talking too much. As soon as he was sure about what not to say, he headed into main area where it seemed many of the current people employed by the Ministry had been; also a few of the candidates for the Board of Governors which he knew full well about by now. |
Erik and Roxanne :) Nolan had been planning how he was going to react when he arrived at the Ministry celebration for quite a while now. Ever since his embarrassing humiliation at the last debate, he had to think of a way to redeem himself. He definitely had a few ideas... As he walked in, he spotted Erik and Roxanne nearby. He smirked to himself when he thought about how he'd seen Erik at the post office shortly after the debate. He hadn't heard much than Erik asking the Head Girl to get him votes, but hadn't really thought of a way to use that against him. Also, knowing Erik, there was more to it than just bribing the girl into rallying support for him. Still, approached the man with a friendly smile and waved happily at the two of them. "Hello Erik, Roxanne," he said, nodding at the two of them. He straightened his checkered red bowtie and looked around the room. "So, ready to mingle with the folks from the Ministry?" he asked, trying to make conversation. |
For anyone Charely entered the hall, dressed in his best, hair smoothed out. Nothing new about that, only on his arrival for the Ministry (that wasn't Bulgarian based) after a number of years.. of experience mainly relating to magical sports and some related to his first position.. Either way, hee was very much looking forward to getting acquainted with his potential co-workers after passing on his shop for work closer to his son's school now. Yep, Charely was going to have himself a good time, as he fastened his bow tie, making sure it was still proper before he continued onward.. where a good majority of employees and supposedly Board of Governor candidates were already stationed. |
Alex had to admit that she was kind of looking forward to the New Years Bash; even though she was without a date, she didn't care, either. She was going to an event at her place of employment, in which she would get to socialize with her co-workers. Some of them new, others old, but most no doubt that she did not know yet. The first thing she did when she entered through the doors into the New Years Bash was to look around to see for any familiar faces she DID know. Like, ooh, there was her boss over there! With her husband! Giving Isobel a small wave, she didn't want to bother her if she was busy, so she instead went to find a seat. Best to wait for others to approach, perhaps...? ***** So Andrew had totally and unintentionally skived off the first debates. From what he heard though, he hadn't missed much, except for the potential to be dunked. He liked the air, not water. He had briefly met with his supposed 'campaign manager', Penney or something, who seemed like a decent enough guy. But he just hoped that the guy wouldn't be too heartbroken with his decision that he came to the other night. He dressed nicely for tonight's affairs, even donning a black tie, but mostly he was on a mission. One that didn't involve talking to strays or even discussing the matters with his manager. "Excuse me ...." Andrew said, making his way through the crowds, his sights set on the large stage area at the front of the room. That was where he would find where he needed to be. |
Text Cut: Erik, Bjorn, Ivy and Nolan Before she could get to the entrance, however, she was stopped by someone. Erik, her fellow candidate to be exact. Hoping a certain coworker was watching this and getting jealous (they were close enough to be seen after all, but were just out of earshot), she stuck out her own hand to shake his. "I'm doing well, just a bit tired. How about you?" He was rather impeccably dressed himself. But then again, he always was. And then Ivy happened. Which drew a smirk from Roxanne as the other woman proceeded to act like....... "My my, someone seems to have their attitude switch to 'jealous teenager' this evening," she commented idly. And it seemed that Erik's companion for the evening had thought the same. "Roxanne Carter, Board of Governors candidate. Pleasure meeting you this afternoon, Mr. Berg," she returned with a pleasant smile, shaking his hand as well. "Thank you very much. You look rather dashing yourself." Then her potential ally showed up. "Hello, Nolan," she replied with the same smile still on her face. "Well, some of them, anyway." She could do without Althea and her boss' sister-in-law of course, but that went without saying. She let out a little bit of a chuckle at that thought as she imagined a hole opening up in the middle of the place and swallowing them both. And speaking of pleasant thoughts, she her eyes, just her eyes mind, slide over to a certain group nearby, just to see if her coworker was watching this. |
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