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Text Cut: Airey, Penelope, Adam, Dylan Quote:
Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie  While absent at the previous beginning of the year festivities, Airey Flamsteed was in attendance this time. Physically, at least. His talk and gangly figure stood nearly stationary beside the new fountain as instructed to do so. Eyes somewhat glassed over and jaw set, accenting his sharp cheekbones, the Mysteries department head observed the gathering partygoers. Hands clasped behind his back, his fingers twitched involuntarily and for the briefest of moments his mouth joined and twisted into a grimace of sorts. It lingered for a moment, his eyes frantically looking around the Atrium, but soon his features returned to a stoic and controlled expression.
Overhearing the words of the young auror, Penelope, the man spoke coolly and the pureblood on his own nametag seemed to gleam. "A new era." Quote:
Originally Posted by griffin Starting a new job was quite nerve-wracking. Having to attend a formal event like this only raised her nerves even more. Penelope was not one to enjoy parties and large crowds. Could she just get to her new desk and start on her research? Nevertheless she was here because, unfortunately, this event was mandatory and missing the first mandatory event was not the first impression that she wanted to make.
One of the first things Penelope noticed was the fountain that was very obviously glorifying the ideals of Grindelwald. Yikes. The government so openly supporting such a dark thing was… concerning to say the least. This had not been what she signed up for. She wanted to pursue spell research for personal enlightenment, not to aid people who supported the ideals of dark wizards. Was it too late to quit now?
For the time being, Penelope headed over to the table with the name tags and goodie bags on it. It did not take her long to notice that not all gifts were of the same quality, and she initially assumed the higher quality gifts to be for employees who had served the ministry for longer and the lower quality gifts would be for new employees like her. Penelope frowned when she noticed the words half-blood on her name tag. What was that all about? She identified her mother’s name tag that said pureblood on it. Mum’s name tag seemed to be roughly the same quality as her own though, which was odd considering that Mum had been working at the ministry for much longer, over 10 years now. Penelope put on her name tag and ministry pin, still feeling uneasy about the blood status identification.
Now what was she supposed to do? Quote:
Originally Posted by Krel Ansell Adam had pulled out one of the two decent suits he owned. He’d paired it with his new glasses. They were a step up from the old coke bottle ones that made him look like a bug, but they still contained very very thick glasses and the purple tinting was new. It helped a little with the glares, but his eyesight was still horrible. In fact, had been standing at the table for a while trying to find his bag. There didn’t seem to be a rhyme or reason to the outlay. Not alphabetical. Not by Department. Not even by time worked here….so what was he missing? He rubbed the spot above his left eyebrow wishing slightly that he wasn’t alone tonight or that he had found his work wife friend Laurel. She was always nice and kind and helped him out when he needed it.
”Ahhmmm…” he sighed loudly. Then he realized that he wasn’t alone at the table. With a very heavy German accent he asked, ”Excuse me, kan you help me find mein...” he waved his hand over the table. And then he heard the one voice he was hoping not to hear tonight. He stiffened slightly, trying to fight his flight instinct. ”Boss, nice to see you…” he said vaguely although truthfully he wasn’t at all nice to see him. The last few times Airey had done nothing but yell at him and threatened to have them all fired. Quote:
Originally Posted by SilverTiger Things were definitely not right at the Ministry, or in the Wizarding world as a whole if Dylan had really wanted to think about it. In general, though, her focus had mostly been on the Ministry lately, and the fact this event had been stated to be mandatory only had made her that much more concerned about it all. Just the tapestries were disconcerting, considering the former Claw had most definitely read about the apparently not so ancient history from the previous Wizarding wars. It had all meant shed chosen to let Aramis’ mother watch over the kids while she’d been here working, instead of having Ari and the twins in the daycare. Or having her own mother babysit them, considering she suspected the bookshop wasn’t going to be a safe place again any time soon ether.
But she was there, dress rather subdued given what she’d worn to previous Ministry galas and not only because she was a year older. Staying away from the center of attention was rather a safety thing, considering she was well aware that her nametag wasn’t reflecting what she imagined the ones who had enabled the redecoration of the room would have liked. Half-blood. She felt just as uneasy as the woman near Adam, she imagined, as she observed their exchange. The thought of helping her coworker out had occurred to her, but interrupting wasn’t really something she generally did.
----- This was definitely not her dad’s Ministry. The observation had been made from nearly the first moment Skye had stepped into the atrium, quietly making her way through the security clearance and over to the table holding the party favors. It had almost made her wish she’d taken her brother up on his offer to escort her, after she’d declined the offer from her father as well. She definitely didn’t want either of them to see this. Even if it appeared the one little word on her nametag, pinned unobtrusively on her dress once she had acquired it, meant she was to expect better treatment than others. She had never thought of her blood status before, let alone felt like she was better than others just because of being pureblood.
Besides, at least she figured her cousin was around here somewhere, and she had told her father and Fin that before they had allowed her to leave for the Ministry in the first place. Not that she had any idea where exactly he would be, since she hadn’t seen him at the security checkpoint. The blonde had merely wandered over in the direction of the refreshments, selecting a canapé before turning to gaze at the others gathered nearby. The familiar - and yet strangely unfamiliar - voice of Airey Flamsteed drew Penelope's eyes away from the name tag and over to him.
No matter how many years she had been out of Hogwarts, there was always the reflex to still refer to him in her head as Professor. But that urge to do so didn't manifest in this moment. Something was off here. Something in the way he carried himself felt so foreign to the Flamsteed she remembered from school.
Sure, there was a lot of time between then and now. Sure, she didn't exactly hang around with him much, despite working at the same place. And sure, running the Mysteries department was a much different job from teaching Astronomy. But even so...could all of that change her former professor this much?
"New isn't always good. But you believe it will be this time?"
She was walking a fine line, or at least, it felt like she was. One part of her very much wanted to destroy all of this rubbish. Burn it all to the ground. But the other part, the one honed by years of training, realized what a foolish act it would be. Causing a scene right now would accomplish nothing at all. Who knew how many people were in on this anyway? Clearly enough that they felt comfortable doing all of this, and that wasn't a good sign.
So fortunately for her, the self-disciplined side was mostly winning.
Especially since there were a few more people gathered around the table now too. She took note of the two women - one of whom, based on her name tag, shared a first name with her, which was pretty cool - and a man who apparently worked for Flamsteed. Quote:
Originally Posted by DuckyLinJi Having worked at a crop farm for several years, there was no reason for Daichi Katharos to own a suit. Which meant that especially for the mandatory Gala, he had to buy a new one. The suit was a simple design, it didn’t stand out and that was exactly what he had went for. It had been years since Daichi had last stepped foot in the Ministry and from only a quick look around, he could tell that a lot had changed since that time.
Entering the Atrium , Daichi stepped up to the table with party favors and grabbed one of the small bags before opening it up. He pulled out a ministry pin and immediately pinned it on his suit on the opposite side of his breast pocket before pulling out a name tag. A frown played on his face as he read “Half-Blood” under his name. He looked up after pinning his name label on his suit below the pin and took note of the employees around him sporting the same name labels with their blood status shown. This was definitely a new thing because he could not remember that his blood status had been out and in the open for everyone the see when he had last worked here.
As he entered the party, the man immediately noticed that the fountain of magical brethren had been replaced by another statue. The design was, pretty decent from afar. He walked closer to check it out , having a terrible feeling in his stomach as he got closer and closer. The words ‘For the greater good’ and the Deathly Hallows symbol edged on the statue did not sit well with him.
The ministry had changed but was it for the better? He had to find out. This was certainly not what Regina had in mind when the Minister had mentioned renovations over the wireless. The symbol and the words underneath the massive new statue made her history nerd brain wave equally massive red flags in her head.
Other than her eyes widening slightly, she tried her hardest not to react. She simply grabbed the bag and carefully pinned the name tag (Regina Amstern, Gift Shop Attendant, Half-blood) to her dress before moving towards the statue. As much as she was put off by it, she couldn't help the curiosity driving her to get a closer look.
And it seemed she wasn't the only one who wanted to check it out. She stopped beside a man she didn't recognize, so he was either a new hire or one of the many people who worked here that she didn't know. And maybe that was a problem now, not knowing very many people. So maybe she should make an attempt at conversation or something.
"This statue is an interesting change, isn't it?"
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