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Election EraAll historical records pertaining to Ministry of Magic RPG under Ministers for Magic, Sherman Clark [IC January 2086 - December 2089; OOC February 2015 - June 2016] & Althea Scabior [IC January 2090 - December 2093; OOC February 2016 - June 2017]
Behind one of the non-descript black doors leading away from the rotunda is a long, long corridor. The wooden walkway is covered at intervals with fine persian rugs and is of not too narrow a width so that several wizards may fit upon it walking side by side. Moulding caps the walls on either side of the corridor at the top and lines the bottom. Additionally there are doors that also line the walls absolutely identical to one another down to the last detail.
Perhaps you are in the mood for a little walk, or a long one as the case may be as the end of the corridor cannot be seen with the naked eye. If you've been here long enough, you may have heard the one about the corridor without end. They're talking about this place. In anycase, you've reached the cheat sheet to maneuvering in and out of The Department of Mysteries. Unless you are accompanied by or an Unspeakable yourself this room may not be much more than a treadmill to you, the floor moving in pace and direction with your foot steps but otherwise giving you no gain to access any of the doors.
Although he was rather new to the Ministry, it didn't take Oliver all that long to figure out how to get around Level Nine. And he could understand the reason for the intricacies being that their line of work was so top secret. Maneuvering through the long corridor was becoming one of his favorite parts of his mornings. Now matter how far he walked, he could always find the door to the Locked Room. It came around eventually.
He had already passed his door, but that was fine with Oliver as he kept going. He was a little early for work anyway and he wanted a little time to think. He'd come across his door again soon enough.
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started like a knight in a fairytale_______________________________________________
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*randomly tagged* | Norbert(a) | The Wandmaker (tm)
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Originally Posted by emjay
Although he was rather new to the Ministry, it didn't take Oliver all that long to figure out how to get around Level Nine. And he could understand the reason for the intricacies being that their line of work was so top secret. Maneuvering through the long corridor was becoming one of his favorite parts of his mornings. Now matter how far he walked, he could always find the door to the Locked Room. It came around eventually.
He had already passed his door, but that was fine with Oliver as he kept going. He was a little early for work anyway and he wanted a little time to think. He'd come across his door again soon enough.
It had been little over a year since Adam had reorganized and taken inventory of the supply closet. Which also meant he had been with the MoM for little over a year. It was an odd thought to Adam. He never had been one to stay put for too long. Perhaps his gypsying days were finally over. In fact, he’d even gone as far as to make plans. Next weekend he was going to the sea with Hazel and her wives and baby, and today, well today he planned on re-inventorying the supply closet. He’d tried to keep track of things in there, but some of his fellow potioners and unspeakables just didn’t care enough to mark down when they took supplies. He’d spent about a week working in that closet, coming home every day with dust and spider webs in his hair and by golly, he was going to keep it well organized if it killed him.
He’d come in early in an attempt to get a head start on the closet and his paperwork and was carrying a thermos of strong tea and a tin of biscuits to help him through the morning. He yawned as he turned a corner and found himself face-to-face with another worker. “Guten Morgen,” he said in German automatically as he tried to smile. He shouldn’t have stayed up so late last night working on that paper.
[It had been little over a year since Adam had reorganized and taken inventory of the supply closet. Which also meant he had been with the MoM for little over a year. It was an odd thought to Adam. He never had been one to stay put for too long. Perhaps his gypsying days were finally over. In fact, he’d even gone as far as to make plans. Next weekend he was going to the sea with Hazel and her wives and baby, and today, well today he planned on re-inventorying the supply closet. He’d tried to keep track of things in there, but some of his fellow potioners and unspeakables just didn’t care enough to mark down when they took supplies. He’d spent about a week working in that closet, coming home every day with dust and spider webs in his hair and by golly, he was going to keep it well organized if it killed him.
He’d come in early in an attempt to get a head start on the closet and his paperwork and was carrying a thermos of strong tea and a tin of biscuits to help him through the morning. He yawned as he turned a corner and found himself face-to-face with another worker. “Guten Morgen,” he said in German automatically as he tried to smile. He shouldn’t have stayed up so late last night working on that paper.
Oliver had continued his walk, keeping a slow and steady pace as he let his mind wander. Walking was good for that, he'd suppose, and he could probably use the exercise if he was honest with himself. In fact, he could probably make that a regular part of his routine....just probably not use the corridor at work. Maybe outside or a gym, or wasn't there some sort of exercise center a few levels up that he had heard about?
His mind continued to wander in this direction of thinking, which was far better than where his thoughts were most days, when he became suddenly aware of another person in front of him who had just come around the corner. A coworker to be exact as Oliver recognized him, though he'd doubt anyone who didn't work on this level would be hanging around. "Ah, hello," he answered back with a slight bow of the head. "Just clearing my head...this walk seems to be good for that type of thing," he admitted with a short chuckle. "I suppose it's about time to start work though..."
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started like a knight in a fairytale_______________________________________________
ended like a moth in flames______________________
______________________don't you worry I'll be fine _________________________________________________you were good for the plot line
Sam thought of all the people who worked at the Ministry, those whom she had seen at Orientation, and wondered how many witches and wizards were in each Department. She took a deep breath as she entered the corridor, wondering what was in store for her. She wondered who she would be working under, besides Mr. Mitterbill.
Sam thought of all the people who worked at the Ministry, those whom she had seen at Orientation, and wondered how many witches and wizards were in each Department. She took a deep breath as she entered the corridor, wondering what was in store for her. She wondered who she would be working under, besides Mr. Mitterbill.
Lis Deborah might have been in a hurry. Her pace wasn't the fastest, but she was also not strolling around as she marched through the dark corridor as if knowing exactly where she was going.
She seemed to know her way so well that apparently there was no need to look up. Only there was.
The woman suddenly bumped into another person, causing her to almost drop the files she had been reading. Looking up, she held her files closer to her body and slipped an object she'd been carrying into her pocket as she tried to recognise who the person was. "Hello." Lis greeted her with a blank expression. "Are you lost?"
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AT THE HOGWARTS YULE BALL, YOU'LL BE HANGING OUT WITH....__________________
Maybe you'll dance, scour the buffet, or end up gossiping talking amongst yourselves!
You're happy to go with the flow and see where the Yule Ball takes you!
Sam must have completely stopped paying attention to her surroundings as she thought about the day ahead. It was time to snap out of it however, as someone had just bumped into her. She seemed to be more seasoned in the Department, as she was already carrying files and was apparently on a mission. Sam regained her ability to speak after a moment.
"Oh I'm sorry I didn't mean to be in your way!" she said, trying to keep her voice down. "But yes, I am a little lost. I'm new here and I'm looking for my superior... I'm a Charmist, but not sure where to go..." Sam looked at the woman, eyes adjusting to see her face. "I went to see Mr. Mitterbill, but I think he was busy..."
Sam must have completely stopped paying attention to her surroundings as she thought about the day ahead. It was time to snap out of it however, as someone had just bumped into her. She seemed to be more seasoned in the Department, as she was already carrying files and was apparently on a mission. Sam regained her ability to speak after a moment.
"Oh I'm sorry I didn't mean to be in your way!" she said, trying to keep her voice down. "But yes, I am a little lost. I'm new here and I'm looking for my superior... I'm a Charmist, but not sure where to go..." Sam looked at the woman, eyes adjusting to see her face. "I went to see Mr. Mitterbill, but I think he was busy..."
"Alright." Lis replied to the apology, not making as much effort to keep her voice down as whomever she was speaking to. She listened to what the Charmist had to say and blinked at her confusion. "Do you know where you are supposed to be working?" Lis asked, not fully sure if there was only one place a Charmist would fit in their Department. She thought of a few places, but this Charmist could be meant to work anywhere. Was she expected to work in a particular room, like Lis was? "Have you been assigned anything yet?"
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AT THE HOGWARTS YULE BALL, YOU'LL BE HANGING OUT WITH....__________________
Maybe you'll dance, scour the buffet, or end up gossiping talking amongst yourselves!
You're happy to go with the flow and see where the Yule Ball takes you!