Emmett's jumped, his head snapping around to look at the person entering. He narrowed his eyes down to a glare. "You're heree to escort me out of the office, eh? I think not. Is there anything wrong with having a good natured chat with your minister?" he growled, taking a tenative step away from them like a wild animal that had been cornered. "Well? Is there? It's not like we were attacking him! We were negotiating. That's it."

He jumped again, eyeing the man mistrustingly. "My good sir, I would advise that you release me, if you know what is good for you." Hmm. That sounded bad, even if completely true. How to cover up what sounded like a threat...? Aha! He faked beginning to sweat nervously. "I have terrible c-claustrophobia, and if you get any closer, I may just vomit all over you and this office --" he held his stomach lightly, as if about to, shaking slightly -- though not from fear, but from anger.

Annabelle's eyes grew wide as a man roughly grabbed her small, frail, bruised little arm. Almost immediately, she started to wail loudly, like her mother had taught her to if a stranger grabbed her. The wail wavered, and spiked up to a bloodcurdling shriek of utmost loathing. No, this was not how this was going to go. "Let-- me-- GO!" she cried between screams, shaking violently. This was all too much for one four-year-old to handle. She'd had enough. Continuing to wail, she used her other hand to hold the man's hand steady and clamped down on his wrist with her teeth, pressing down as hard as she could.

Emmett, who was, indeed, a fairly strong teenager, tried jerking his hand away from the man, breathing heavily. He needed to get out of here, and quickly. A slightly crazed look in his eye, he bolted towards the door, tryiing to drag the male NPC who had captured him along, though only resulting in running right into the female NPC who was leading Gollum away. He stumbled slightly. "My noble master!" he cried out, adressing the elf. "Do not go so quietly! We can still win this! This is unjust! This is --" He continued rambling, eyes wide and furious.

Forrester made it to the door of the minister and knocked on the door waiting for a reply. The minister of France need to hear of this and quickly

"Sorry miss. Taylor" Forrester replied as he had a smile on his face, he was going to go all mad now, "I will wait for you in your office please make it fast it's something important involving the minister of France" Forrester added leaving miss. Taylor at that and heading towards her office.

With a cracking POP!, a nervous little house elf appeared at the Ministry of Magic. Beezley hunched her shoulders in fear as she approached the door to the Minister's office. Beezley, at the Ministry of Magic! In the MINISTER'S office, at that! She'd never been in the company of people in such a high standing before. My how she wished Master Cale was here with her now.

Beezley looked down at the parchment clutched in her left hand, sighing and squeezing her little eyes shut in fear before knocking on the door. "Beezley needs to see Master Cooper, please!" she announced, shrinking away from the door just a bit.

Beezley glared at the man who had escorted her out, a little upset that he was interfering with something she needed to bring to the Minister regarding Belle's and Cooper's. When the man wasn't looking, Beezley snuck back to the door and waited for the Minister to reply to her previous knock.

Beezley's face dropped a bit. The studentsies would be so disappointed that she'd not been given the chance to hand the letter directly to the Minister. The studentsies had such high hopes, and the letter had been their one and only last chance. Maybe all wasn't lost, though. Beezley could always hand the letter to the Minister's assistance and just hope that she was honest enough to give it to him.

Beezley nodded and turned to follow the assistant into her office.

Forrester moved back towards the minister's office, knocked on the door and entered.
"Hello Minister cooper, Forrester Hufflepuff, Head auror" Forrester said as he introduced himself. "I'm here because of something that just fell under our nose... I know you have heard of an international thief that was able to steal several stuff from different country, well he just stole something from Peru and he is making a move towards France, the Louvre to be exact... And I was wondering if you would help us contact the french minister and inform him that we will be helping him catch the thief" Forrester explained.

"I just thought as you are the minister you would have great connection with the minister and get through to him much faster than a Department employee mr. Cooper" Forrester explained as he looked at the minister. "Getting some stolen from the French minister's country that is so important might japordize our relation with that country if they found out that we had a lead... But if you see it's better for us to contact the French minister through the international cooperation department I would be glad to ask for there help"

Forrester nodded. "I apologize Minister Cooper..." Forrester said. "I will be asking the International Cooperation Department to arrange me some sort of meeting with the French Aurors as well as the french minister... I'm sorry I took so much of your time" Forrester said as he got up and was ready for the minister to dismiss him.

"Thank you again Minister Cooper" Forrester said as he turned around and got out of the minister's office.