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sweetpinkpixie · 06-19-2020, 02:17 AM

The situation at Hogwarts had put unnecessary strain on the department which had therefore pulled the department head's attention away from his appointed task. With the Minister practically breathing down his neck these days, and after having seen entirely too many pictures of the man's grandchildren, he had bit the metaphorical bullet and allocated necessary Unspeakable energies and funding to researching the the Rehticus Vortex and sending teams from the Space Chamber out to measure the lingering traces of von energy left at the site. Magic, after all, did always leave its traces. Something he was always acutely aware of.

His attendance here was entirely out of obligation, though it did provide ample opportunity to take care of another matter all together. He felt himself treading on thin ice with him and this was one task he had every confidence of delivering on. So after grabbing himself the necessary glass of bubbly something, the lanky blonde strode towards some of the flower beds to inspect them. While eyes were cast towards the flora of the hour, he was busy looking for a few specific items off his list - knotgrass for now. He would have to come back a bit later for the rest.

As soon as his hand reached out to touch the plant in question, however, there was a terrible jolt to his hand that elicited a loud and undignified YELP. His hand retracted and looked as though he had just set it against a piping hot stove top while the magical barrier around the flower bed vibrated a warm fluorescent turquoise before fading out.

06-19-2020, 02:17 AM	#36 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie Wizarding World RPG Admin Gladrags Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Leprechaun Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 40,846 Hogwarts RPG Name: Professor Cox Ravenclaw Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: Briallen Ashburry-Hawthorne Gryffindor Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin Third Year Ministry Department Head: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor: Zachaël Lufkin Owl Post x12 x12	just the astromizzle for now ^^ will post Charles later <3 astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf The situation at Hogwarts had put unnecessary strain on the department which had therefore pulled the department head's attention away from his appointed task. With the Minister practically breathing down his neck these days, and after having seen entirely too many pictures of the man's grandchildren, he had bit the metaphorical bullet and allocated necessary Unspeakable energies and funding to researching the the Rehticus Vortex and sending teams from the Space Chamber out to measure the lingering traces of von energy left at the site. Magic, after all, did always leave its traces. Something he was always acutely aware of. His attendance here was entirely out of obligation, though it did provide ample opportunity to take care of another matter all together. He felt himself treading on thin ice with him and this was one task he had every confidence of delivering on. So after grabbing himself the necessary glass of bubbly something, the lanky blonde strode towards some of the flower beds to inspect them. While eyes were cast towards the flora of the hour, he was busy looking for a few specific items off his list - knotgrass for now. He would have to come back a bit later for the rest. As soon as his hand reached out to touch the plant in question, however, there was a terrible jolt to his hand that elicited a loud and undignified YELP. His hand retracted and looked as though he had just set it against a piping hot stove top while the magical barrier around the flower bed vibrated a warm fluorescent turquoise before fading out. __________________ We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back......................................... But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass..................................... The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like