05-07-2014, 07:52 PM
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Originally Posted by Mordred Seeing that he was way too early for work that day, Architect Max Beaugard made his way towards the Cafeteria of the Ministry to get his morning chow. He usually won’t leave his house with an empty stomach, but lately he has this urge to start the day earlier than usual. Why?
His youngest nephew happens to be in Hogwarts right now, and Max was uber delighted to have him finally in his old Alma Mater—all thanks to his other nephew; Mordred. As soon as he got his tea and blueberry muffin, Max unbuttoned his suit, sat comfortably on the chair and opened Ethan’s first letter for him from Hogwarts. Max grinned to himself as he was regaled by Ethan’s words—it felt like the boy was just beside him yapping all the good stuff that happened the other night. His heart swelled with pride too as his nephew revealed that Ethan ended up in Slytherin. “Silly boy. Your mother and father were both Snakes.” Although he did wonder about the Sorting Hat’s decision. It was very unlikely to put Ethan in a house full of sober kids; well at least during his and his sisters’ time, but the ancient hat knew better.
Max folded the letter neatly and inserted it in between his moleskin journal. He took a sip of his tea, and unfolded the Daily Prophet with his other hand. Unnatural Gingered Harpy. “Ah yes. Some weirdo trying to have a good time.” But it was no joke, since the threat was somehow directed to student athletes, but ultimately to the Headmistress, yes? Max simply shook his head, smirked and continued to sip his tea. “It’s a good thing Ethan doesn’t play Quidditch. For once, I am happy he’s into that muggle sport called…boarding skate. Or was it skate boarding?”
Even so, he's still worried. Victoria had left the house as she always did during the work week that she had the twins. Once she dropped the girls off with her mother and made sure they had all their things, since their father would be getting them for the rest of the week, she made her way to the ministry. It wasn’t until she entered the building that her stomach grumbled and she realized she had never taken the time to eat. She hadn’t realized how much Bart actually helped out in the mornings until just that moment.
Making her way to the food court she just hoped it was up and running. Now that they knew what had been going and Mr. hero had giving the bug killer to departments things hopefully would be getting back to normal. Receiving her food and coffee Vic made her way to a seat and sat down to begin eating when something caught her eye.
Trying to ignore the prophet in the man’s hand she shook her head and took a bite of bagel. Swallowing she just felt more annoyed at all the thoughts she was having. Hearing a comment from the man her brown eyes lifted. Yep he was reading that bloody article. “Ridiculous all of it.” She couldn’t stop shaking her head. “They best be finding the wacko that wrote it to make sure he or she doesn’t waste anyone else’s time.” Did they know how many owls she was getting over this? Teams were not happy about any of it.
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