06-21-2017, 12:26 PM
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Alexander River Hirsch Gryffindor Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: -- Ministry RPG Name:
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Originally Posted by Schroyers Tempest walked into the garden, trying to pretend those activists outside weren't butchering a Billy Joel song to excuse their ignorance. The muggles might have mucked up the planet but it was their planet too. If it wasn't taken care of everyone would suffer.
Or at least this was her opinion. But she was an Auror, not a politician and really not even from this country. She hoped MACUSA would be following suit. The Auror in her was a bit concerned with the crowd outside. Maybe she should have stayed closer to the front in case anything happened.. But she supposed she wasn't the only Auror here. Constant vigilance nontheless.. The phrase made her think of a man.. Not just any man, one she was particularly fond of.
Would he be here tonight? She knew one of the speakers was a Hogwarts professor.. so maybe another wouldn't be unlikely?
Whether he showed or not she was determined to have a good night, educational and all that. Luckily for her, the man was making an appearance.
While he did kind of care about the environment to some degree, Hirsch was mostly here to support Paul, who was going to be guest speaking today. He wouldn't ever admit it but he had the man's back and would provide some cheering, if it was necessary. In saying that, he really hoped the Herbology professor had decided to discard his usual attire for something smarter. Ponchos just won't go down well with a crowd.
Hearing that there were some Ministry people here today, Hirsch wandered around the place, steering as far away from the activists as possible. It was a weird and oddly liberating feeling to not have to be in charge of anyone here and, looking at the activists, he was glad that he didn't have to deal with that. Give him teenagers any da-
THERE she was!
A dimpled smile crossed the Professor's face as he walked over towards her. His hands were, once again, dug into his pockets and there was an air of confidence in the way he walked. Not egotistical confidence, just confidence. "Nice jacket, Miss Chandler. Or, should I say, Auror Chandler." Weird to think that some of his students were going to be graduating to work with her.
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