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Albert Kettleburn EraAll historical records pertaining to Ministry of Magic RPG under Minister for Magic, Albert Kettleburn [IC January 2081 - December 2086; OOC June 2013 - January 2015]
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Originally Posted by GrapehSarah
Brad shrugged, closing the exam room door behind them. "They say they're afraid everyone is over worked and what-not. Anthony and I think they might be trying to spy on people. Or they just love sticking their noses where they don't belong." Which was always true about Mungo's people.
Brad sat down across from Max, propping open his coworker's file. "So gonna do a routine check then just ask you some questions." Brad pulled out his wand and got to work scanning for the usual thing's any witch or wizard would get when seeing their own personal healer. So pretty much pointless.
When he was done, he began to scribble some notes in the file. "Blood pressure, heart rate, and all that stuff looks good. Ready for these questions?"
“…or that they’re plain stupid. What I don’t understand is the non-negotiation with Anthony. What does the higher ups know about these…Health Evals? What do they know about diseases? WHY did they even hire Anthony in the first place, IF they’ll decide on these things by themselves?” Max rolled his eyes and shook his head at the stupidity of it all. Anthony should have a say to this…at least AFTER this whole shenanigan. The man needs to avenge himself, as well as Carmichael and Donovan. From what he can see, the three are playing along with the whims of the Loony Mungo’s Healers, and he was hoping that his co-workers in his own department got a back-up plan. Cresswell is a smart man, and Max was holding on to that fact. You know, to save their faces?
The architect watched calmly as Brad drew his wand and pointed it at him. It was good to hear that he was physically fit to work. That also means that he's in tip-top shape to retrieve his nephew from the forsaken school.
Questions. “Fire away.” Was his blunt response. Max was rather curious as to what the questions are…
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Originally Posted by GrapehSarah
Bradley followed her back to the examination room and closed the door behind them. Privacy was key here. Especially since he was going to be bluffing his way through everyone's files. Unless he actually saw something that was wrong with them that is.
Brad gave her a knowing smile. At least she'd asked out loud. Tons of people had to be thinking the same thing. "Everything I've heard from the Mungo's people is that they want to make sure everyone was healthy after we worked so spread out last year. But honestly, people don't seem sick or stressed to me." Straight forward and all that. Just like he'd been with the Prophet.
And the door was closed. Ok. Yes. Saxon was watching everything somewhat closely. Keeping an eye out for things.
Then the man went on to answer Saxon's question to which she nodded at. "I suppose that makes sense. Though, we're already late into the year. If Mungo's was so worried why didn't they decide to do this sooner? Seems to be that they're being slightly slack on that." That was the part that seemed to throw her off. If Mungos wanted this to happen, and they wanted the ministry employees to be fine, why'd they wait so long to do this?"Exactly. Everyone seems to be healthy enough to me." She added agreeing with the man.
Now, what was he going to do with her? Would this be quick and painless or slow and cruel? Would it be like a normal doctor's visit or something or was magic actually going to be involved? These thoughts flooded through Saxon.
This day seemed to be getting progressively worse as did her mood. How she would have loved to have taken the day off so as not to have to deal with any of this mess, but she had the welfare of her department to look after and, after hearing Victoria's personal account of what she already suspected to be fear mongering, she knew she had to observe what was going on for herself. Besides, some of her other employees were bound to be down there by now and she did not want them mistreated or otherwise rashly diagnosed.
Paying no mind to her own 'appointed time,' Mariel headed through the atrium and into the healer station where her level was supposed to go for these health evaluations. She was still clutching the letter she had most recently received in her hand as she assertively entered the room, her green eyes scanning the area. there was a handful of people already there, most of whom she recognized as Ministry employees including a couple of her own, which made her seriously question the efficiency of these Healers. She had no time to wait and drop everything on a moment's notice. There was far too much work to be done for that.
Glancing around, green eyes settled on someone who appeared to be at least remotely in charge. Though there were far too many people in here milling around to be sure other than his demeanor. "I require speaking to.." she began curtly, glancing down at the letter to view the name again, "..a Mr. Epitaph, promptly. Would he be at this location?" He had better be, she had no time to waste looking all over the Ministry.
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ended like a moth in flames______________________ ______________________don't you worry I'll be fine _________________________________________________you were good for the plot line
Fixing his jacket a little as he sat down, Adam looked across at the Healer, praying it was all going to be over in about ten seconds. He was patient through all of his vitals being checked, and let out a little chuckle at the mention of his blood sugar. "I will do." Well, he'd at least try watching the sugar consumption: sometimes having eight kids and a pregnant wife (who enjoyed baking delicious cupcakes) was hard.
"Ready as I'll ever be."
Brad gave the man a nod and a smile. Heavens knew he would have issues cutting back sweets or anything that was bad for him if he was told to. Then again, he was pretty much his own doctor at this point.
Bradley let out a sigh and leaned back in his chair with file in hand. "On a scale of one to ten how stressed are you? Do you feel like your stress is taking over your life?" Ugh. He really hated asking these questions. Everyone was stressed. "Do you feel your work is the major cause of your stress?" Could Adam tell he wasn't really into asking these questions either?
SPOILER!!: Max
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Originally Posted by Mordred
“…or that they’re plain stupid. What I don’t understand is the non-negotiation with Anthony. What does the higher ups know about these…Health Evals? What do they know about diseases? WHY did they even hire Anthony in the first place, IF they’ll decide on these things by themselves?” Max rolled his eyes and shook his head at the stupidity of it all. Anthony should have a say to this…at least AFTER this whole shenanigan. The man needs to avenge himself, as well as Carmichael and Donovan. From what he can see, the three are playing along with the whims of the Loony Mungo’s Healers, and he was hoping that his co-workers in his own department got a back-up plan. Cresswell is a smart man, and Max was holding on to that fact. You know, to save their faces?
The architect watched calmly as Brad drew his wand and pointed it at him. It was good to hear that he was physically fit to work. That also means that he's in tip-top shape to retrieve his nephew from the forsaken school.
Questions. “Fire away.” Was his blunt response. Max was rather curious as to what the questions are…
Brad knew he liked Max for a reason. "We were thinking the same thing. But unfortunately the only way we can get out of it is if we want to lose our jobs." Which he really didn't want to do right now. Money was kind a of necessity for him at the moment. He was providing for himself, his sister, and helping his friend out.
Bradley let out a sigh and looked down at the file. "On a scale of one to ten how stressed are you? Do you feel your stress is overtaking your life? Is your work the main reason for your stress?" He paused and looked up at Max. "You can see where this is going I'm sure."
SPOILER!!: Saxon
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Originally Posted by Team ronmione
And the door was closed. Ok. Yes. Saxon was watching everything somewhat closely. Keeping an eye out for things.
Then the man went on to answer Saxon's question to which she nodded at. "I suppose that makes sense. Though, we're already late into the year. If Mungo's was so worried why didn't they decide to do this sooner? Seems to be that they're being slightly slack on that." That was the part that seemed to throw her off. If Mungos wanted this to happen, and they wanted the ministry employees to be fine, why'd they wait so long to do this?"Exactly. Everyone seems to be healthy enough to me." She added agreeing with the man.
Now, what was he going to do with her? Would this be quick and painless or slow and cruel? Would it be like a normal doctor's visit or something or was magic actually going to be involved? These thoughts flooded through Saxon.
Bradley shrugged. "Mungo's is Mungo's and will do whatever they please whenever they want." Which was really not a way to run anything in the health profession. There were definitely rules and standards that should be followed.
"They're worrying for no reason." He almost slipped that they were probably here to spy on higher ups, but that probably wasn't a good idea. Didn't need that circulating around the ministry at this moment in time.
Sigh. "All right. So I'm just going to do a quick check up of all your vitals and then ask you a few questions. Sound good?"
SPOILER!!: Mariel
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Originally Posted by emjay
This day seemed to be getting progressively worse as did her mood. How she would have loved to have taken the day off so as not to have to deal with any of this mess, but she had the welfare of her department to look after and, after hearing Victoria's personal account of what she already suspected to be fear mongering, she knew she had to observe what was going on for herself. Besides, some of her other employees were bound to be down there by now and she did not want them mistreated or otherwise rashly diagnosed.
Paying no mind to her own 'appointed time,' Mariel headed through the atrium and into the healer station where her level was supposed to go for these health evaluations. She was still clutching the letter she had most recently received in her hand as she assertively entered the room, her green eyes scanning the area. there was a handful of people already there, most of whom she recognized as Ministry employees including a couple of her own, which made her seriously question the efficiency of these Healers. She had no time to wait and drop everything on a moment's notice. There was far too much work to be done for that.
Glancing around, green eyes settled on someone who appeared to be at least remotely in charge. Though there were far too many people in here milling around to be sure other than his demeanor. "I require speaking to.." she began curtly, glancing down at the letter to view the name again, "..a Mr. Epitaph, promptly. Would he be at this location?" He had better be, she had no time to waste looking all over the Ministry.
Bradley looked up from the file that he was putting away to see a very angry woman. And of course she was looking for Healer Crazy. Too bad he was in one of the exam rooms right now. He wasn't too keen on interrupting and being diagnosed with some phony disease.
Brad walked over to her. "Mr. Epitaph is in an exam room right now. I'm Bradley Donovan, one of the ministry's healers. What can I help you with?" Even if it was yelling at Crazy back there.
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Originally Posted by GrapehSarah
Brad knew he liked Max for a reason. "We were thinking the same thing. But unfortunately the only way we can get out of it is if we want to lose our jobs." Which he really didn't want to do right now. Money was kind a of necessity for him at the moment. He was providing for himself, his sister, and helping his friend out.
Bradley let out a sigh and looked down at the file. "On a scale of one to ten how stressed are you? Do you feel your stress is overtaking your life? Is your work the main reason for your stress?" He paused and looked up at Max. "You can see where this is going I'm sure."
Max stared at his co-worker with a blank stare. One of the things he hates is exactly what the Mungo's people are doing. "Power play." he said bluntly and sighed in annoyance. The architect, though he looks cold and distant, felt sympathy for Anthony and the rest of the Healers. Merlin, not even the higher ups have a say to it and they just succumbed to whatever shenanigan those loons got under their sleeves.
Merlin help them.
Max folded his arms, a smirk was plastered on his face. Really? The architect was expecting more...serious questions from Mungo's. Clearly...this is a waste of time, but BLAH. The faster he answers, the quicker he gets out of the room. And can someone SHUT that bloody CLOCK up? It was annoying. "I'm on five. Might escalate to 11 if their questions for me are a bunch of dragon dung. I don't let stress get into me," unless of course if it's about his family. "And no, work isn't a source of stress. I love my job. Always have."
There.
Done.
Max gave Brad a small grin, and looked at the clipboard he was holding. "Those were honest answers, by the way, and yes...I think I can spend a few more minutes to answer more...questions." Give them Mungo's people to feast on. They seem to be the stupid lot anyway.
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"Karten, Ferris." Wandastian was convinced he'd never seen a more nervous fellow in all his years...and he'd worked with this general consensus. That was why there was NO ONE more qualified to fix the STRESS PROBLEMS plaguing these individuals.
Ferris just stared at the man. Longer then would be proper in a social etiquette class, but Ferris did not understand normal human behavior. Nor did he care at the moment.
SOMEONE WAS TALKING TO HIM AND ALL HE WANTED TO DO WAS GO AND HIDE IN HIS HOLE.
His office would be able to protect him. His space. Luckily no one ever intruded there.
Brad gave the man a nod and a smile. Heavens knew he would have issues cutting back sweets or anything that was bad for him if he was told to. Then again, he was pretty much his own doctor at this point.
Bradley let out a sigh and leaned back in his chair with file in hand. "On a scale of one to ten how stressed are you? Do you feel like your stress is taking over your life?" Ugh. He really hated asking these questions. Everyone was stressed. "Do you feel your work is the major cause of your stress?" Could Adam tell he wasn't really into asking these questions either?
'On a scale of one to ten, how stressed are you?'
Adam chuckled a little, wondering what his file said about him. "Erm... probably about a six?" He managed with a small chuckle. Definitely on the higher end, but not drastically, at least not that he thought. Running a hand through his hair a little, he shrugged a little. "It's definitely taking over my life: I have eight children, under eight." With a laugh, he shook his head. "It's definitely not work, though."
In all honesty, Adam enjoyed being stressed. He'd been stressed since the day Lorelai had told him she was pregnant with their first, but he'd never regretted it, not even the slightest, he thought, rubbing at the milk stain on his lapel.
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Bradley looked up from the file that he was putting away to see a very angry woman. And of course she was looking for Healer Crazy. Too bad he was in one of the exam rooms right now. He wasn't too keen on interrupting and being diagnosed with some phony disease.
Brad walked over to her. "Mr. Epitaph is in an exam room right now. I'm Bradley Donovan, one of the ministry's healers. What can I help you with?" Even if it was yelling at Crazy back there.
Mariel inwardly sighed. Of course Epitaph would be otherwise engaged at the current moment. It just couldn't be that simple apparently. But she'd do her best to not take out her annoyance on this Ministry healer. She'd gathered from earlier conversation with the man's supervisor that he likely had little to do with the current situation and was simply doing his job. Besides, he was being quite polite and, though she was still rather irritated on the inside, her outward appearance softened a bit as she offered him a small, professional smile.
"Thank you, Mr. Donovan. I'm Mariel De La Garza, head of Games and Sports. I received a disturbing account of occurrences at this location from one of my employees as well as a letter from Mr. Epitaph regarding the same." No she wasn't about to show it to him or go into further detail, not really being the man's business, but she didn't mind outlining things so he knew what page she was on. And that would be that she was not pleased to hear about what these St. Mungo's people were apparently carrying on about. "I'd like to make sure the rest of my employees are being treated with their due respect as well as speak to the man myself regarding what had happened. If you could let him know I'm here and wish to speak with him right away, that would be much appreciated." She certainly did not have time to wait around and could honestly care less if Epitaph was occupied. They expected her and her employees to drop everything to accommodate them and their nonsense, they could do the same for her.
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started like a knight in a fairytale_______________________________________________
ended like a moth in flames______________________ ______________________don't you worry I'll be fine _________________________________________________you were good for the plot line
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