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sweetpinkpixie · 03-16-2021, 12:13 AM

Patience was thin and if he wanted to he had permission, technically speaking, to clean up shop in other ways than simply disposing of those personal affects of employees who were no longer employed here. An inquiry about a plant was yet another curious one and something the man could only assume was related to something being brewed.

Airey nonchalantly slipped the tips of his fingers into the pocket on his blazer where his wand was kept. A threatening gesture? Perhaps. It was difficult to know considering the man's continued vacant expression.

"My inquiry is much more pressing than a lack of knowledge about a plant. Unless you are about to infer that there is a mobile fleshing eating plant on the loose on our level, you will have to wait." There was a bit of an urgent glance towards David with this association, a memory tapped into and, perhaps, exploited. "My instructions come from the Minist------"

And then the department head froze, his eyes wide and fingers clenched with his arms bent at the elbow as though he were holding a large beach ball in his hands. His jaw clenched, teeth grating against one another with such intensity it was a wonder one had not chipped. It was almost as though someone had struck him both with a Crucio and a Full-Body Binding Curse at the exactly same moment. Beads of sweat dotted his brow and in the next moment his lips parted to release a blood curdling scream of pain, terror, anguish. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" The man's limbs turned to overcooked spaghetti and his eyes rolled back in his head as Airey Flamsteed crumbled to his knees, free of the strings that had been puppeting him, on the ground. At the very last second his hands sprung into action and caught himself, palms down, on the floor of the Chamber. Chest heaving and his breath coming out as shallow wheezes, as though he had been holding his breath for an excruciatingly long period of time, he felt like he could actually breathe again.

And then came words that were deliciously his own. For the first time in so long.

Grunting, he pushed himself back on to his heels and lifted his head. First he looked to Adam, who was unlike to be able to see the subtle changes to the department head's exterior (namely that the foggy sheen to his forget-me-not-blues), and then blinked a few times before looking to Mr. Truebridge.

"Alphonsine...Elder Wand..." he breathed out, the words strained and falling out of his lips like a child discovering that they could make sounds through this face orifice, while pointing at himself. "Mirror...prision...polyjuice...Bain...Nero...dead...deathly...hallows..."

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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	astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf Patience was thin and if he wanted to he had permission, technically speaking, to clean up shop in other ways than simply disposing of those personal affects of employees who were no longer employed here. An inquiry about a plant was yet another curious one and something the man could only assume was related to something being brewed. Airey nonchalantly slipped the tips of his fingers into the pocket on his blazer where his wand was kept. A threatening gesture? Perhaps. It was difficult to know considering the man's continued vacant expression. "My inquiry is much more pressing than a lack of knowledge about a plant. Unless you are about to infer that there is a mobile fleshing eating plant on the loose on our level, you will have to wait." There was a bit of an urgent glance towards David with this association, a memory tapped into and, perhaps, exploited. "My instructions come from the Minist------" And then the department head froze, his eyes wide and fingers clenched with his arms bent at the elbow as though he were holding a large beach ball in his hands. His jaw clenched, teeth grating against one another with such intensity it was a wonder one had not chipped. It was almost as though someone had struck him both with a Crucio and a Full-Body Binding Curse at the exactly same moment. Beads of sweat dotted his brow and in the next moment his lips parted to release a blood curdling scream of pain, terror, anguish. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" The man's limbs turned to overcooked spaghetti and his eyes rolled back in his head as Airey Flamsteed crumbled to his knees, free of the strings that had been puppeting him, on the ground. At the very last second his hands sprung into action and caught himself, palms down, on the floor of the Chamber. Chest heaving and his breath coming out as shallow wheezes, as though he had been holding his breath for an excruciatingly long period of time, he felt like he could actually breathe again. And then came words that were deliciously his own. For the first time in so long. Grunting, he pushed himself back on to his heels and lifted his head. First he looked to Adam, who was unlike to be able to see the subtle changes to the department head's exterior (namely that the foggy sheen to his forget-me-not-blues), and then blinked a few times before looking to Mr. Truebridge. "Alphonsine...Elder Wand..." he breathed out, the words strained and falling out of his lips like a child discovering that they could make sounds through this face orifice, while pointing at himself. "Mirror...prision...polyjuice...Bain...Nero...dead...deathly...hallows..." __________________ 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