Cooper Campaign Party

When: June 29th to July 4th Muggle time
What: Campaign Party for Minister Cooper.
Why: Cooper will deliver a speech to the public. Also, lots of food and drinks.

Everything was ready for the party to begin. The night before, Mozzie, Gavin and Chef had spent many hours preparing food; the request had been fish and chips with butterbeer, and cake. Nummy cakes of chocolate, butter cream, and strawberry. That ought to have been good. Tugging at one of the longer locks of her hair, she pursed her lips and glanced around. Were they missing anything? She and Gavin would be working the bar if anyone wanted to pay for drinks besides butterbeer and water...

Ahhh, bah.

If they wanted anything more, they'd ask!

Ok, so Tetrus was going to be meeting the Minister of Magic today. He was nervous, as any respectable person might be, but he didn’t show any signs on the outside. It was his same, usual, ‘I really don’t care’ demeanor.

The Department Head walked into the Leaky Cauldron, his deep set eyes eyed the place in a sinister fashion (not that he was meaning to be sinister in any way), but yet again… it was just how he was.

He made his way back into the ‘party’ room, or whatever they wanted to call it, and he looked around. Not ‘his’ kind of celebration but it would work quite well. Tetrus grabbed a butterbeer and lowered himself into a nearby chair. Hopefully everyone, including Minsiter Cooper, would be by soon.

Stepping into the Private parlor Gremlok inwardly groaned. This was so not his cup of tea. Goblins didn't socialize like this, drinking Butterbeer and meeting people, but this was for the Minister and if he was lucky he'd get to meet him. so, he figured this would be good for him and his business. Taking off his cloak he draped it over a chair and grabbed a butterbeer before noticing Tetrus and giving him a nod.

"Hello." he grunted as he seated himself on the chair and slouched over slightly.

Tetrus smiled expectantly as the Goblin walkin in, after looking at the list he’d suspected that the one named merely ‘Gremlok’ was off that species. The ones in Egypt hadn’t been too friendly, and this one wasn’t exactly the exception judging from the grumbling voice.

“Good day, brothah’.” Tetrus said, his dark eyes gazing in the Goblins direction. Yeah he called creatures ‘brotha’ too, the man didn’t discriminate. “Welcome to Coopers Party.” He said, leaning back in his chair methodically. “The Ministah’ himself should be joining us soon. Care for a gillywater, or maybe even, a buttabeer?”

Might as well burn some time THAT way.

Gremlok eyed the man, curiously as if wondering what in the world he was doing here. However, instead of his normal comeback for when people did or said something he didn't understand he grunted and nodded, "That's good, I'm happy to meet him." He didn't look happy however; gray eyes beady and dark, his face etched with age and stress.

"I have one, thank you though." He replied holding his bottle which was yet opened. Looking around he frowned deeply, "Are the speeches finished yet?" He asked.

And there she was. Dressed in red. Because, really, red + her shiny golden hair = perfection. Truth be told, any color was perfect, except maybe, salmon.

She'd gotten the news about Teal leaving the country, and felt entirely sad for it. Well, as sad as one can get when you found out that someone you've never officially met leaves. So, yeah, not too sad, just disappointed. The reason?

Simple. Who would leave Cooper in such a situation? It was...overwhelming to look for the right person to get this sort of things done, but, anyway..this was not the time.

Why, of course, the first person Sienna noticed was not a person, but a goblin. Er, better to call that creature a person, no? "Hello, I'm Sienna Knoll..." which is something they should know by now, "...and, well, my position is obvious..." because she'd just said her name, "...I'm in the Advertising Committee.." and was told nothing! about this, "...Head of the Advertising Committee, actually" she said, flicking a few locks of her golden hair out of her face.

"You must be Gremlok, right?" or he was just some goblin that just happened to come around. "That will make you...Tetrus, right?" or just some random dude that was in charge of the music.

Tetrus nodded respectively, reflectively almost. “As am I.” His eyes flashed to the door, expected the Minister himself to roll through. Yet no one entered.

Nodding as the Goblin stated he had his own drink, Tetrus crossed his arms at the next question. “Yes brotha, I believe they are. Cooper should be reviewing them as we speak.” Or last night, or this morning. Tetrus didn’t care if he read it at all, as long as he read it for everyone to hear.


The dark eyes of the campaign manager shot in the direction of the door as someone walked in. Wow. She was quite the looker, wasn’t she? Tetrus eyed her expectantly as she introduced herself.

Tetrus saluted the woman from his chair, “Pleasure to meet you, Miss Sienna.” It was a nice time, rare, yet nice. “I am Tetrus indeed… campaign manager. And I trust that if I were to walk through Diagon Ally, I would see a plethora of posters for the Ministah?” He cocked an eyebrow, and smiled wryly.

His aura was just naturally scary like that…

Sienna was...what? 26? 27? She didn't know, she lost track of her age when she turned 17, not wanting to actually know how much a year can age you.

Then why was she feeling like she was in front of a Professor that was waiting for the correct answer? Not a clue. But one thing was for certain, once HE spoke, she knew that there was no way this dude could play in any band...maybe, just maybe, being someone's bodyguard.

"Oh, this is just delightful!" she exclaimed, and clasped her hands together, "I finally get to meet at least one campaign manager..." bitterness was somewhere along those lines, "...but, either way, that doesn't concern you, or anyone in the room" otherwise it was mere gossip to talk about someone long gone.

Diagon Alley. Hmmm. Interesting. This is when she got slightly nervous. "Not at first..." because someone decided it was funny to change them into Taylor's, "...but all the streets are full with them now" yes, after placing some spells so they would stick to support Cooper.

"Everything perfect for Cooper, no?" because he was sooooooo perfect, right?

Addie slid into the parlor with her notebook and a Quick Quotes Quill (4.5) in hand. She looked around, appearing bored. Of course, what she was bored with was the Taylor campaign-that set was waaaay to peppy for her. And this? This was perfect. She approached a few of the Cooper Committee and introduced himself. And one of them was Sienna, her coworker!

"Hey, Sienna." she greeted the woman, then looked at the others. "Addie Carlisle, Daily Prophet. Can I ask you all a few questions?" She looked at them-then at the goblin. "Hello," she greeted him. "You are Mr. Gremlok?"

Tetrus grinned a wry grin at the beautiful Sienna. “That you do. Hopefully some more will stop by soon enough, yes?” He said it rhetorically, but his, Ms. Hayman was due to arrive soon.

Not at first?, Tetrus’ dark eyes became more dangerous. At least they were fixed now, which was a good thing. At least Cooper would see them upon his arrival. “Lets hope they stay that way, sista.” The Department Head winked briskly, and shot a glance at the door.

Still not here.

“Ah yes, Cooper should be good to go. Hakuna Matata.” Tetrus gave her a reassuring nod.

Tetrus heard the door open so he turned back to see who was entering. His dark eyes simply eyed her until she spoke. Addie Carlisle, Daily Prophet. So they were getting media attention? Good, good.

“Ask away sista, ask away.” The Department Head grinned methodically.

"Yes I am, nice to meet you." He replied nodding kindly as he shifted in his chair. Why did these things have to be so...soft? He liked hard stone chairs, harder the better. Goblins did not like soft things. "You've done an excellent job in your job Ma'am." he added smiling a crooked gangly smile. Perhaps if he was nice to the reporters they'd be nice to him, even though he despised talking to them.

Gremlok was in a state of bliss enjoying his butterbeer and eying the food as if he hadn't eaten in years. He'd recently been too busy, what with his new assistant in Gringotts being somewhat awkward and the campaign he hadn't had any time to get to his house to have a proper meal.

He shook himself from his state and looked up at the voice saying his name. "No 'Mr.' Gremlok only." He grumbled eying the woman closely. Of course the Daily Prophet would be here, how could they not?

"Good, good." He replied nodding briefly before taking a long swig from his bottle. It would be devastating if the speeches weren't finished and Cooper had to wing it. He had heard of horrible things happening to candidates when they didn't have proper speeches and he silently shuddered at the thought.

From her station behind the bar, Mozzie could easily hear all the words spoken over there. From the head guy to the goblin to that freakishly cheerfully bitter woman to the Daily Prophet reporter, each word swirled around her as if spoken directly to her.

They were odd. The goblin was understandably rather anti-social and the head man had a peculiar way of speaking and that chirpy girl seemed to have rivlets of bitterness running beneath everything she said, carefully concealed, like a private babbling brook.

They needed drinks, Mozzie decided.

Oh Merlin help them, they needed to loosen up and not be sto stiff! Politics or not, they all seemed to bland and tedious over there. Tutting softly, she popped the top of a butter beer and took a drink.

Liliana was running late. She'd had someone come into her office just as she was about to head out, and had needed to help her get to where she needed to go.

She walked into the parlour, and was glad to see that there wasn't a lot of people here yet. She looked around the room, looking for any familiar faces. She hadn't met the department head that she knew was going to be here yet, but she really needed to introduce herself to him. Tetrus, she thought his name was.

Tetrus looked over and saw that bartender, or store keeper… he didn’t know the occupation. But he like the way she carried herself… easygoing, Hakuna Matata… yes. Tetrus downed the rest of his butterbeer and hollered over at her.

“Hey, sista with the buttabeer. You have any firewhiskey back there?” It was his favorite drink. Why not ask, right?



That was when someone else walked through the door. Hmmm, ok so Tetrus wasn’t sure, be he THOUGHT it was the other Department Head, who was helping with speeches on the campaign.

Might as well ask.

Tetrus rose from his seat and walked over in her direction. “Liliana Hayman, is that you sista?” Surely it was.

Lili looked at the man that was talking to her and smiled, "Yes, I am," she said, "And you must be Tetrus Santana, right?" She asked, with question in her eyes. If it was, she'd found the department head that she was looking for!! "It's a pleasure to finally meet you," she told him.

Trust that the oddly-speaking one would be the first to need a drink. For that, Mozzie was ungrateful. She felt completely lame standing over here, as if supervising their little party. Grown adults did not need chaperons. Adults were allowed to drink whatever they pleased, so she had no qualms about this.

"If you want it, I assure you, we most probably have it, and if I don't, it probably isn't that good." Mozzie sent a wink towards the man, but quickly busied herself with retrieving a bottle of firewhiskey. Coupling that with a heavy, crystal glass, Mozzie sashayed across the parlour to where the Head Honcho sat with his gathering crew and set the glass down with the bottle.

"Would you like that on the rocks?" she asked at last moment.

Gremlok looked down at his drink and shook his head, depositing it onto the table with a soft thump. Looking around he saw the woman who appeared to be the waitress, barkeep whatever and said loudly in his gruff voice, "Do you have any drinks fit for a Goblin?" He asked as he shifted in his seat. "And perhaps a stone chair?" He added. His back was starting to irritate him now and when he got irritated he got annoying.

Very annoying.

Thank Apollo someone else decided to step inside, or at least turn Tetrus attention somewhat away from her. Surely the guy was a bit intimidating, but nothing Sienna couldn't deal with.

However, this turn of events was very, very unexpected. How come she didn't know that Adeline was going to be taking notes on this event? When she was in Sienna's section? Very strange. Indeed.

Nonetheless, Sienna smiled and greeted her, "Hey Addie" she said, and nodded when she introduced to the others, good introduction. Not too long, not too detailed. Perfect. "Why, of course, ask away" because certainly there was no other answer for her question.

Wait. Wasn't it sort-of-her-job to make sure people would come? Wasn't it? Well, if it was, then she entirely forgot about it, or at least forgot to delegate that part...perhaps...perhaps this wasn't her job precisely.

She smiled as she looked at the door, her golden hair shining even more with the lightest movement. "Don't worry, we made sure they'd stay that way" things couldn't go wrong when magic was involved in this kind of scale. But, the whole 'sista' thing could be getting annoying if he continued with it.

And her smile widened. 'Cooper' and 'ready to go' were the words she was currently loving to hear.

Finally. "Thank you, it's really an honor to meet you" mainly because she's never met any goblins like this, she usually got to speak with them whenever she needed a trip to her vault, and even in those cases there wasn't much to talk about, was it?

"I'm entirely sorry...we should've met a long time ago, but...well, I'm not allowed into the Ministry at the moment...some misunderstanding with a certain Security inspection..." that was bound to happen when you worked in a newspaper, especially the Daily Prophet, "...but that really doesn't matter" she gestured the phrase away with her hand, as if it was really no big deal, when, in fact, it was.

"Teal knew about it, though" she nodded, with a small smile, "Did he ever mentioned such an inconvenience?" she didn't even have the time to write the man about that, better to ask that.

Brennan Cooper wandered absently through the door and looked around. Where was Taylor? His robes had a hole and he...

Ah, that's right. Taylor was his rival now. Set up for the fall like stealing candy from a bunny in a box. Or... however that saying went. Muggles were odd.

He made his way further in the room, wondering if anyone there was prepared to fix his robes. He smiled benignly, ready to shake hands and kiss babies. "Hello, lads. Howzit?"

O-M-G!

There he was. The most expected person of the day. Of the month. Of the year. Well, both water and cameras had a higher ranking in Sienna's mind. But clearly this was the person she was supporting.

Quite obvious, huh?

Without even giving it much thought, she took a couple of steps towards him (being able to still listen to whatever came up with the others she was talking to before Minister Cooper decided to make an appearance.

"Minister Cooper! Wow...you arrived...early" because if this one was the most expected today, he was still expected to show up not this early. "I'm Sienna, Sienna Knoll" she introduced herself, the golden hair sparkling as she tilted her head to one side, "Head of your Advertising Committee" or something like that.

One thing was for sure, Sienna was entirely curious about why Clara Belle didn't arrive with him. However, she wasn't going to bring it up. Not right now, anyway.

he nodded a bit and said, "Thank you, the honor is all mine however." he bowed his head wincing as his neck cricked painfully. Where was his chair?

Before he could do anything to complain or ask question the man of the hour stepped into the room and all thoughts of chairs and drinks slipped from his mind. He looked more respectable in person Gremlok thought as he eyed the man before him.

Standing up he bowed respectively he said in a calm voice, not unlike the voice he normal used, "Hello Minister, it is a pleasure to finally meet you. My name is Gremlok, Head Goblin at Gringotts bank and I am on your advertising committee." he wasn't sure if he should hold out his hand or not, but he did so anyway, a smile plastered on his crinkly face.

On the rocks? “No no, sista. None of that.” He said with a sly grin. “And once you finish, feel free to come and join the rest of my peers in conversation. I think we can serve outselves, yes?” He winked at her with his dark eyes.

Seriously though, she could have a good time as well. Maybe she should get Cooper his drink though, if he asked for it.


Tetrus grinned at the golden haired one. Angel haired one, more like it. “That, is what I like to hear you say sista. If you did them as perfectly as you look, the Minista’ is well on his way to a win.”

He DID look a bit wry. But he wasn’t trying to hit on her, honestly.



The door opened yet again and the head of Tetrus Santana slowly looked towards that direction. Ahhhh, it was the man of utmost attention. The Minister himself. The Campaign Manager knew good and well to stand up from his seat for this person.

At Coopers’ greeting, Tetrus gave a bit of a bow. “It is doing just fine Minista. I trust you are doing the same?” He asked, his deepset eyes looking to the man.

Hum hum hum, indroductions? “I am Tetrus Santana, by the way. Assigned to Head you campaign after the flee of Teal Andrus.” Well, he did straight up’ flee’ didn’t he?

Word of mouth had somehow managed to reach the ears of one Nathaniel Greenwood that, apparently, there was free fish and chips being dished out in the Leaky Cauldron in a bid to bribe gullible members of the public to vote for Brennan Cooper.

Now Nathan was passing the pub deliberating with the idea of getting a wee firewhiskey before he toddled off home to the family to prepare dinner for them, when the smell freshly fried chips hit his oddly shaped nostrils with such force as to stop him dead in his tracks. He breathed in deeply and his stomach growled in response. That was all the sign he needed. Nothing like a plate of fish and chips to wash down the big bowl of ice-cream he had just consumed at Raegan Taylor's campaign conference, eh? He opened the door and went inside. This was open to all the public, right? Meaning it was quite acceptable for Nathan to be here. Even if he was part of Miss Taylor's advertising team. Besides, he worked for the Daily Prophet and he had his trusty ID right there in the inside pocket of his jacket – he could be here working for all these people knew.

It was rather nice in the private parlour - much cosier than then main bar area, he thought to himself as he made his way over to the food he had got a whiff off from outside. He eyed it all, his eyes wide like a kid in a chocolate factory. Just look at all that cake! Brennan certainly knew what he was doing here.. even if he knew little about politics.

Just as he thought that, said man wandered in and Nathan had to to hide the sudden feeling of guilt which washed over him. Bah.. the man's speech might be so genius it swayed Nathan's vote – heh – perhaps not.

Shrugging, he happily helped himself to a large piece of chocolate cake. His ears pricked when he heard firewhiskey mentioned not too far away from where he was standing. He wandered over to the nice lady serving. Is the drink free too? Hmm.. only one way to find out. “Erm.. could I have a large firewhiskey please, love?” He asked her politely, a sheepish smile on his face. These people had no idea he was just here for the food and drink, right. Right.

Mozzie couldn't help but scoff at the goblin. Did she have something strong enough for a goblin? What sort of question was that? She had goblins in here all the time! Goblins and hags and all sorts of other creatures that the rest of the world attempted to shy away from. In fact, Mozzie swore up and down she'd been visited by a vampire once.

"I most certainly have," replied Mozzie as she began to flitter towards her bar. "And, I do suppose that somewhere we've got some stone chairs. I'll have a check on that for you shortly, alright?"

Once at the bar, she began to mix a few drinks together in a large, heavy, heavy crystal glass. For a moment, she paused and her brows came down over her nose. How strong did he want this? Blink. Blink. Ahhh, well. More mixing! Ooohhh, something blue - what a lovely colour!

A few moments later, Mozzie lithely bounced back to the goblin and set his glass down before him.

"Here you are sir. I do hope this is strong enough for you."

It couldn't kill him if it was too strong, could it?

And there was Minister Cooper! Of course Mozzie was aware that he'd be here, for this was a campaign party for him and she, Gavin and Cook had done their best on the cooking for this alone (because she'd heard scary rumors that if the food wasn't up to standard, he or his awful wife would shut you down), but the shock still didn't turn off so easily.

Oh, please, Merlin do NOT let him shut us down.

"Welcome, Minister," Mozzie greeted him. "The Leaky Cauldron is delighted to host your campaign party and wishes the best of luck to you and your conquest."

Conquest. Was that the right word to have used... Eeegh.

Mozzie bowed her head slightly at the man, in a sort of acknowledgment of his decline. No ice it was! His invitation cast a smile over her lips and his wink made her want to giggle. Always the young childish school girl, she often was.

Clearing her throat and battling down many a coy, flirty responses, Mozzie merely smiled at Tetrus. "Perhaps you are right," she allowed. "But I can hardly tell them no when they request, can I? However, I am quite grateful of your request that I join you and perhaps I shall do just that."

Or at least sit on the sidelines. Politics weren't always her thing, but she'd like to hear what they discussed as a part of the group, not an eavesdropping Bartendress.

No sooner had Tetrus tried to set Mozzie free than another wanderer had ambled into the Private Parlour with the request of a large drink. Unintentionally, Mozzie turned to Tetrus with a shrug of her shoulders and a look upon her face which clearly read What am I to do? before she turned to address the straggler.

"Most certainly. Shall that be added to the tab?" she inquired as she bean to sashay back to her bar. When people were around, she found herself always becoming more and more flamboyant; more swing in her hip, more bounce in her step, move livliness in her voice. Mozzie seemed to exist to charm the pants off the world.

Pulling out a tall, chilled goblet, Mozzie set the bottle of firewhiskey upon the top of the bar, waiting for the go-ahead.