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sweetpinkpixie · 02-23-2021, 04:12 PM

She wouldn’t say she had gone to town with the evening, but she certainly was enjoying getting dressed up AND getting Kaiser into a suit. Granted it was not one she had designed herself, she was still warming him up to prints and her particular favored textiles, but she had tailored in the jacket a bit to fit him better around the shoulders so he looked a little less like an American football player or (for the feelsy analogy) like someone who had borrowed their father’s suit. Her own dress came from the scraps found around the studio after completing an assignment for Sophia, two thin pieces of regalia purple velvet that just draped too perfectly to be left in the scrap pile. Purple was her favorite and signature color, after all. Her trademarked embroidered butterfly (mauve sparkly thread this time) fluttering along the bottom hem as they strolled in, Candela quickly found herself in not as giddy about things as she had been earlier and even her curls seemed to wilt a bit as she held on to his arm a little more tightly.

The Ministry, politics, bureaucracy, all of it had never been of particular interest to her as much as networking and meeting all varieties of people was. That was what politics and its diplomacy had done for her, exposure to the world and jumping from place to place as her adoptive parents’ positions in International Magical Cooperation often felt like a roulette wheel month to month at times with where they would be stationed. Since her transfer to Hogwarts until present day was the longest she had ever been in one place...and she felt comfortable with that. Happy. Two feelings that were entirely void from her slender frame right now as she glanced around for the Minister who, from what she could tell with her squint, felt like the same person she had met at the holiday gathering and yet that person had not felt like the sort to approve of nor enjoy the particular décor.

“You look dashing, Kaiser. Very handsome, she reminded him (AGAIN) with a squeeze to his arm. “...and I don’t think it’s the suit causing that…” Her heels helped her not be so short standing beside him - she could even rest her chin on his shoulder without straining her neck if she wanted to. At the moment, however, she was looking for her own name tag and merely giggled noting what was on his before he was snatching it away to fret over. Curious how she had never felt the need to pry or pester over his first name and wanting to know it...perhaps because she had the same sort of personal vendetta against her own last na----

“...whatever you are about to do to yours...do to mine as well...please…bitte...por favor” she mumbled as she plucked her own from the table and felt her insides twist horribly at the Candela Hickinbottom, Muggleborn on full display. Just as her counterpart, she hadn’t even acknowledged the ‘muggleborn’ label there - something that would perplex her immensely because what did the British Ministry know that she did not?? - but the name which she had severed her ties with well over two years ago. Her hazel blue eyes darting upwards to add a bit more emphasis to her begging, she also caught another woman glancing over in their direction and briefly offered her a smile (Candi assumed she was a colleague of his) ...but soon returned to Kaiser.

*********************

How the hell she had convinced him to be here at another one of these shindigs was beyond him. Hand in hand at that. From the moment they had arrived, Cox had been ready to turn around and march right back out. Her work at the Ministry had already started and he had vowed never to work at this place again despite the nice compensation his former department head and Hogwarts professor had arranged with the approval of Minister Hollingberry for all those years the former loon had transformed him into a trout. He honestly could care less about the name tag business, save for the fact that his full name of ‘Elliot Cox’ was now right there and he was still very much in a state of Cox and keeping the Elliot side tucked away in seclusion. Even if Eureka was starting to scratch those walls down - it would still take her a bit of time.

“Oh good,” he groaned noting that she tucked hers away. “Means I don’t have to wear this rubbish either.” No one needed to know his name, thanks.He was neither here nor there about his blood status, muggleborn, but hardly felt that that was pertinent information to anyone either. “How long are you going to make us stay for?” Sure, he imagined he was about to be weasled into a dance or two but could they then get out of here? It had absolutely nothing to do with the new decor, which if anything he found appealing for reasons he did not feel like exploring at the moment, and everything to do with this being a large social gathering while wearing a penguin suit. He just wanted his jeans and flannel, thanks. Catching her eye, however, he signed and started walking more towards things when his perpetually irritated gaze fell upon the familiar likes of Natalie and Emilia. Neither of whom he felt would be particularly pleased to see him for one reason or another - though neither he felt he was on bad terms with either.

Had just been, well, awhile.

“...wizarding Britain is entirely too small,” he grumbled to himself while pulling his attention away from the duo of ladies back to his nametag which he promptly shoved into his trouser pocket.

*********************

His head slowly turned to look at the young woman, his eyes both present and vacant at the same time. There was a pause before he spoke, as though searching the wealth of information in his brain for the perfect response that would have come more readily and easily under other circumstances. “Change is the essential process of all existence,” he replied with the same joyless tone he had before despite the source he was quoting. And then the man’s head was inclined towards another voice who had joined them, one of the Unspeakables from the department. One who was on the short list of potential liabilities who would need to be dealt with. “Gerulf. Good evening.”

Then they were joined by yet another of Flamsteed’s former pupils and there was yet another moment of processing the words spoken to him before a response returned. “Live long and prosper, Miss Wright.” Verbal greeting only

When yet another joined the growing group, the man’s jaw clenched and the corner of his mouth twitched uncontrollably for a few counts...though this muscle spasm too soon was dealt with. “Airey Flamsteed repaired all the orbs,” he corrected her somewhat coldly. There was only one reason the orbs had been repaired at all that day and that reason was now in the hands of another at Hogwarts now. His throat felt dry and scratchy and deep down he wished to reach up and fiddle with the knot of his tie, but he couldn’t. He could only continue to stare ahead or cae cursory glances at those who had decided to speak with him. “I would not care for cider.” Words that came around as an after thought of sorts.

It was not words but the utterly absurd movement of another Unspeakable as they approached that drew the department head’s attention next. Two Unspeakables, for that matter. Though one he could forgive due to the phial in his pocket of her creation. He had not yet made an attempt to examine nor test it out, however, and was waiting for the opportune moment to do so. His icy forget-me-not-blues looked the offerings up and down, though made no effort to accept either. Those were not among his commands for the evening. “I can only assume you have had your share partaking in them,” he replied coolly. It would explain the erratic walking. “I believe Bain would like to take you up on the invitation. Your efforts would be best guided in that direction.”

*********************

Dante was a good strapping boy and Charles had a very good feeling that this little introduction was just the beginning the two needed to get off on the right foot. Not to mention that the young man had impeccable taste, complementing his red velvet like that! Though he could not for the life ~~that was left in him~~ understand why Alana was behaving in such an aghast manner. Did she not enjoy apples? Everyone enjoyed apples. They were such a versatile fruit and the perfect illustration to what the Ministry and the wizarding world at large were on the cusp of! He could understand, perhaps, not enjoying applesauce...since not everyone enjoyed the mushy texture. Perhaps he should have explained things to her using a different fruit instead.

Though that thought would have to be postponed for another time.

Despite the menagerie of food options available this evening, Charles was just about to ask Sian if she had any of her delights on her when another absolute delight approached and easily captivated his attention. “Alphonsine,” he smiled broadly at her as he extended one of his arms, the one without the cane, towards her for a tender side embrace. “Perhaps we should discuss some renovations to my seating area over our next tea time?” He truly could not have accomplished all that he had without her influence. Which reminded him that he did wish to spare a moment to look over his notecards again, soon, before the night got away from them all too much. A simple toast to really give the gala the prestige it demanded.

Oh. When had Victoria arrived? He had been so enchanted by Alphonsine and that entrancing smile of hers he had hardly noticed the arrival of his girlfriend. Was it proper for someone his age to use that term? It seemed like such a juvenile concept. No matter. “Oh that would be delightful. I am feeling a bit parched and you will be needing a drink in hand for the toast I still need to give,” he smiled while balancing on his cane yet again so that he could offer her his arm just as Bain made his way over to the group. Seemed like perfect timing considering the Law Enforcement head had some business to attend to. “If you all will excuse us...shall see you in a bit once I make my toast.”

Leading the way over to the refreshments, hobbling more like it, with Victoria on his arm, Charles selected a little bubbly for her and traded in his glass for a new one. His eyes drifted back to the fountain, the Gubraithian Fire reflecting in his green eyes as he gazed upon in for a few moments - almost as though he were waiting for something in the flames to give him the signal to proceed. Though soon he was smiling over at Victoria and lifting his glass to her. “Will only be just a moment. I owe a bit of a speech,” he chuckled while patting his breast pocket where the note cards were tucked away. “Would you be so kind as to clink your glass as well? I fear the buzz of the room will not quite resonate with me along, even with a bit of Sonorus,” he winked as he cast the spell on his glass and gave it a tap with a spoon for a crisp TING TING TING.

Moving to the small stage beside the enchanted instruments (which ceased their playing as he lifted his hand towards them), Charles pulled the note cards out finally...but ultimately gave them very little time. The words were already in his head and had been, there was no need for him to refresh himself.

“Pardon the interruption, friends and colleagues! If you all could please ensure you have a bit of bubbly in hand...yes? Excellent!” Charles’ jovial voice boomed across the Atrium, his eyes twinkling and a pleasant grandfatherly sort of smile in place. His fingers coiled over the lion head atop his cane and wiggled it a bit into a more comfortable position as he looked over the crowd. His shoulders rolled and his chessed puffed out, but as his gazed shifted among the crowd ...the twinkle in his eyes faded. “I would just like to take a moment to welcome, WELCOME, one and all to what is sure to be another PROSPEROUS year at the Ministry of Magic! The improvements to the Atrium which currently surround you all - such delightful feasts for the eyes, are they not? - now are only the beginning as we step out of the shadows and into the light as a wizarding nation. Let us lift our glasses and offer a toast to the future of our wizarding world, to the freedom to be ourselves, and our contributions to the Neo Alliance with which we stand. May this new era shine eternal like the Gubraithian Fire above us! To the greater good!”

And with that, Charles lifted his glass just a bit higher to toast both to the crowd and once more to the Dark wizard who has appeared on the tapestries once again. His hand shook and there was some strain to his moments as he next lifted the glass to his lips and took a deep sip.

02-23-2021, 04:12 PM	#88 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie SSRPG Admin Gladrags Mod Quibbler Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Sea Serpent Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 41,492 Hogwarts RPG Name: Professor Cox Ravenclaw Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: CJ Miller Gryffindor Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Jae-hyuk Anouilh Slytherin Seventh Year Ministry Department Head: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor: Victor García Massey Ollivanders x12 x12	everything is fine. FINE (really meant to post this sooner but life has been HARD) astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf She wouldn’t say she had gone to town with the evening, but she certainly was enjoying getting dressed up AND getting Kaiser into a suit. Granted it was not one she had designed herself, she was still warming him up to prints and her particular favored textiles, but she had tailored in the jacket a bit to fit him better around the shoulders so he looked a little less like an American football player or (for the feelsy analogy) like someone who had borrowed their father’s suit. Her own dress came from the scraps found around the studio after completing an assignment for Sophia, two thin pieces of regalia purple velvet that just draped too perfectly to be left in the scrap pile. Purple was her favorite and signature color, after all. Her trademarked embroidered butterfly (mauve sparkly thread this time) fluttering along the bottom hem as they strolled in, Candela quickly found herself in not as giddy about things as she had been earlier and even her curls seemed to wilt a bit as she held on to his arm a little more tightly. The Ministry, politics, bureaucracy, all of it had never been of particular interest to her as much as networking and meeting all varieties of people was. That was what politics and its diplomacy had done for her, exposure to the world and jumping from place to place as her adoptive parents’ positions in International Magical Cooperation often felt like a roulette wheel month to month at times with where they would be stationed. Since her transfer to Hogwarts until present day was the longest she had ever been in one place...and she felt comfortable with that. Happy. Two feelings that were entirely void from her slender frame right now as she glanced around for the Minister who, from what she could tell with her squint, felt like the same person she had met at the holiday gathering and yet that person had not felt like the sort to approve of nor enjoy the particular décor. “*You look dashing, Kaiser. Very handsome,* she reminded him (AGAIN) with a squeeze to his arm. “...and I don’t think it’s the suit causing that…” Her heels helped her not be so short standing beside him - she could even rest her chin on his shoulder without straining her neck if she wanted to. At the moment, however, she was looking for her own name tag and merely giggled noting what was on his before he was snatching it away to fret over. Curious how she had never felt the need to pry or pester over his first name and wanting to know it...perhaps because she had the same sort of personal vendetta against her own last na---- “...whatever you are about to do to yours...do to mine as well...please…bitte...por favor” she mumbled as she plucked her own from the table and felt her insides twist horribly at the Candela Hickinbottom, Muggleborn on full display. Just as her counterpart, she hadn’t even acknowledged the ‘muggleborn’ label there - something that would perplex her immensely because what did the British Ministry know that she did not?? - but the name which she had severed her ties with well over two years ago. Her hazel blue eyes darting upwards to add a bit more emphasis to her begging, she also caught another woman glancing over in their direction and briefly offered her a smile (Candi assumed she was a colleague of his) ...but soon returned to Kaiser. ******************* How the hell she had convinced him to be here at another one of these shindigs was beyond him. Hand in hand at that. From the moment they had arrived, Cox had been ready to turn around and march right back out. Her work at the Ministry had already started and he had vowed never to work at this place again despite the nice compensation his former department head and Hogwarts professor had arranged with the approval of Minister Hollingberry for all those years the former loon had transformed him into a trout. He honestly could care less about the name tag business, save for the fact that his full name of ‘Elliot Cox’ was now right there and he was still very much in a state of Cox and keeping the Elliot side tucked away in seclusion. Even if Eureka was starting to scratch those walls down - it would still take her a bit of time. “Oh good,” he groaned noting that she tucked hers away. “Means I don’t have to wear this rubbish either.” No one needed to know his name, thanks.He was neither here nor there about his blood status, muggleborn, but hardly felt that that was pertinent information to anyone either. “How long are you going to make us stay for?” Sure, he imagined he was about to be weasled into a dance or two but could they then get out of here? It had absolutely nothing to do with the new decor, which if anything he found appealing for reasons he did not feel like exploring at the moment, and everything to do with this being a large social gathering while wearing a penguin suit. He just wanted his jeans and flannel, thanks. Catching her eye, however, he signed and started walking more towards things when his perpetually irritated gaze fell upon the familiar likes of Natalie and Emilia. Neither of whom he felt would be particularly pleased to see him for one reason or another - though neither he felt he was on bad terms with either. Had just been, well, awhile. “...wizarding Britain is entirely too small,” he grumbled to himself while pulling his attention away from the duo of ladies back to his nametag which he promptly shoved into his trouser pocket. ***************** His head slowly turned to look at the young woman, his eyes both present and vacant at the same time. There was a pause before he spoke, as though searching the wealth of information in his brain for the perfect response that would have come more readily and easily under other circumstances. “Change is the essential process of all existence,*” he replied with the same joyless tone he had before despite the source he was quoting. And then the man’s head was inclined towards another voice who had joined them, one of the Unspeakables from the department. One who was on the short list of potential liabilities who would need to be dealt with. “Gerulf. Good evening.” Then they were joined by yet another of Flamsteed’s former pupils* and there was yet another moment of processing the words spoken to him before a response returned. “Live long and prosper, Miss Wright.” Verbal greeting only When yet another joined the growing group, the man’s jaw clenched and the corner of his mouth twitched uncontrollably for a few counts...though this muscle spasm too soon was dealt with. “Airey Flamsteed repaired all the orbs,” he corrected her somewhat coldly. There was only one reason the orbs had been repaired at all that day and that reason was now in the hands of another at Hogwarts now. His throat felt dry and scratchy and deep down he wished to reach up and fiddle with the knot of his tie, but he couldn’t. He could only continue to stare ahead or cae cursory glances at those who had decided to speak with him. “I would not care for cider.” Words that came around as an after thought of sorts. It was not words but the utterly absurd movement of another Unspeakable as they approached that drew the department head’s attention next. Two Unspeakables, for that matter. Though one he could forgive due to the phial in his pocket of her creation. He had not yet made an attempt to examine nor test it out, however, and was waiting for the opportune moment to do so. His icy forget-me-not-blues looked the offerings up and down, though made no effort to accept either. Those were not among his commands for the evening. “I can only assume you have had your share partaking in them,” he replied coolly. It would explain the erratic walking. “I believe Bain would like to take you up on the invitation. Your efforts would be best guided in that direction.” ********************* Dante was a good strapping boy and Charles had a very good feeling that this little introduction was just the beginning the two needed to get off on the right foot. Not to mention that the young man had impeccable taste, complementing his red velvet like that! Though he could not for the life ~~that was left in him~~ understand why Alana was behaving in such an aghast manner. Did she not enjoy apples? Everyone enjoyed apples. They were such a versatile fruit and the perfect illustration to what the Ministry and the wizarding world at large were on the cusp of! He could understand, perhaps, not enjoying applesauce...since not everyone enjoyed the mushy texture. Perhaps he should have explained things to her using a different fruit instead. Though that thought would have to be postponed for another time. Despite the menagerie of food options available this evening, Charles was just about to ask Sian if she had any of her delights on her when another absolute delight approached and easily captivated his attention. “Alphonsine,” he smiled broadly at her as he extended one of his arms, the one without the cane, towards her for a tender side embrace. “Perhaps we should discuss some renovations to my seating area over our next tea time?” He truly could not have accomplished all that he had without her influence. Which reminded him that he did wish to spare a moment to look over his notecards again, soon, before the night got away from them all too much. A simple toast to really give the gala the prestige it demanded. Oh. When had Victoria arrived? He had been so enchanted by Alphonsine and that entrancing smile of hers he had hardly noticed the arrival of his girlfriend. Was it proper for someone his age to use that term? It seemed like such a juvenile concept. No matter. “Oh that would be delightful. I am feeling a bit parched and you will be needing a drink in hand for the toast I still need to give,” he smiled while balancing on his cane yet again so that he could offer her his arm just as Bain made his way over to the group. Seemed like perfect timing considering the Law Enforcement head had some business to attend to. “If you all will excuse us...shall see you in a bit once I make my toast.” Leading the way over to the refreshments, hobbling more like it, with Victoria on his arm, Charles selected a little bubbly for her and traded in his glass for a new one. His eyes drifted back to the fountain, the Gubraithian Fire reflecting in his green eyes as he gazed upon in for a few moments - almost as though he were waiting for something in the flames to give him the signal to proceed. Though soon he was smiling over at Victoria and lifting his glass to her. “Will only be just a moment. I owe a bit of a speech,” he chuckled while patting his breast pocket where the note cards were tucked away. “Would you be so kind as to clink your glass as well? I fear the buzz of the room will not quite resonate with me along, even with a bit of Sonorus,” he winked as he cast the spell on his glass and gave it a tap with a spoon for a crisp TING TING TING. Moving to the small stage beside the enchanted instruments (which ceased their playing as he lifted his hand towards them), Charles pulled the note cards out finally...but ultimately gave them very little time. The words were already in his head and had been, there was no need for him to refresh himself. “Pardon the interruption, friends and colleagues! If you all could please ensure you have a bit of bubbly in hand...yes? Excellent!” Charles’ jovial voice boomed across the Atrium, his eyes twinkling and a pleasant grandfatherly sort of smile in place. His fingers coiled over the lion head atop his cane and wiggled it a bit into a more comfortable position as he looked over the crowd. His shoulders rolled and his chessed puffed out, but as his gazed shifted among the crowd ...the twinkle in his eyes faded. “I would just like to take a moment to welcome, WELCOME, one and all to what is sure to be another PROSPEROUS year at the Ministry of Magic! The improvements to the Atrium which currently surround you all - such delightful feasts for the eyes, are they not? - now are only the beginning as we step out of the shadows and into the light as a wizarding nation. Let us lift our glasses and offer a toast to the future of our wizarding world, to the freedom to be ourselves, and our contributions to the Neo Alliance with which we stand. May this new era shine eternal like the Gubraithian Fire above us! To the greater good!” And with that, Charles lifted his glass just a bit higher to toast both to the crowd and once more to the Dark wizard who has appeared on the tapestries once again. His hand shook and there was some strain to his moments as he next lifted the glass to his lips and took a deep sip. __________________ 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