Emmett's jumped, his head snapping around to look at the person entering. He narrowed his eyes down to a glare. "You're heree to escort me out of the office, eh? I think not. Is there anything wrong with having a good natured chat with your minister?" he growled, taking a tenative step away from them like a wild animal that had been cornered. "Well? Is there? It's not like we were attacking him! We were negotiating. That's it."

He jumped again, eyeing the man mistrustingly. "My good sir, I would advise that you release me, if you know what is good for you." Hmm. That sounded bad, even if completely true. How to cover up what sounded like a threat...? Aha! He faked beginning to sweat nervously. "I have terrible c-claustrophobia, and if you get any closer, I may just vomit all over you and this office --" he held his stomach lightly, as if about to, shaking slightly -- though not from fear, but from anger.

Annabelle's eyes grew wide as a man roughly grabbed her small, frail, bruised little arm. Almost immediately, she started to wail loudly, like her mother had taught her to if a stranger grabbed her. The wail wavered, and spiked up to a bloodcurdling shriek of utmost loathing. No, this was not how this was going to go. "Let-- me-- GO!" she cried between screams, shaking violently. This was all too much for one four-year-old to handle. She'd had enough. Continuing to wail, she used her other hand to hold the man's hand steady and clamped down on his wrist with her teeth, pressing down as hard as she could.

Emmett, who was, indeed, a fairly strong teenager, tried jerking his hand away from the man, breathing heavily. He needed to get out of here, and quickly. A slightly crazed look in his eye, he bolted towards the door, tryiing to drag the male NPC who had captured him along, though only resulting in running right into the female NPC who was leading Gollum away. He stumbled slightly. "My noble master!" he cried out, adressing the elf. "Do not go so quietly! We can still win this! This is unjust! This is --" He continued rambling, eyes wide and furious.

"Riddle?" Brennen looked up as if he just realized she was still there. "Could we speed this up a bit? I have work that requires less shouting and more silence."

Reagan knocked on the Minister's door and then peeked her head in the door, "Sir, your wife is here to see you. Would you like me to send her in, or would you prefer to come out to meet her?" She felt like it had been quite awhile since she'd had a proper conversation with the Minister. She hadn't been asked to give him an update on the liaisons in ages and she wondered if it was because he simply trusted her judgment and management skills or if he just didn't care as much about the liaisons' efficiency as much as he cared about spending time with his wife...

Forrester made it to the door of the minister and knocked on the door waiting for a reply. The minister of France need to hear of this and quickly

While Reagan's head was peering through the door, she heard a loud knock right beside her ear. She removed her head from the doorframe with a not-so-pleasant look on her face and hissed, "What do you think you're doing! Number one, my head is in the bloody door and you're knocking right beside my ear. You could have easily spoken my name or at least said 'Excuse me.' Number two, you never NEVER knock on the Minister's door without going through me. If I'm not at my desk, you'll have to wait. Is that clear? Now please take a seat in my office and I'll let the Minister know you're here."

"Sorry miss. Taylor" Forrester replied as he had a smile on his face, he was going to go all mad now, "I will wait for you in your office please make it fast it's something important involving the minister of France" Forrester added leaving miss. Taylor at that and heading towards her office.

"You can send her in," Brennan looked up eagerly. His desk was clear, and he was excited to see his new bride. Nothing at work seemed remotely interesting anyway, unless Clara was involved.

With a cracking POP!, a nervous little house elf appeared at the Ministry of Magic. Beezley hunched her shoulders in fear as she approached the door to the Minister's office. Beezley, at the Ministry of Magic! In the MINISTER'S office, at that! She'd never been in the company of people in such a high standing before. My how she wished Master Cale was here with her now.

Beezley looked down at the parchment clutched in her left hand, sighing and squeezing her little eyes shut in fear before knocking on the door. "Beezley needs to see Master Cooper, please!" she announced, shrinking away from the door just a bit.

Dan saw the elf he hadn`t go to Cooper now he would be furious he scooped up the elf and walked back to the waiting room

Beezley glared at the man who had escorted her out, a little upset that he was interfering with something she needed to bring to the Minister regarding Belle's and Cooper's. When the man wasn't looking, Beezley snuck back to the door and waited for the Minister to reply to her previous knock.

Reagan fought to hide her frustration as more people crowded around the doorway to the Minister's office. Everyone wanted to see him, but she already knew the only one of them he'd actually want to see was Clara. Would he even bother with the others? If not, she'd get stuck dealing with them. Great.

"Sir, before I send Clara in, I should let you know that Mr. Forrester from Law Enforcement is here to see you about something he claims to be quite important involving the French Minister of Magic. And also," and Reagan was a bit hesitant to inform Cooper about the house elf at his door but saw no other way around it, "there seems to be a persistent house elf who is very eager to speak with you. What shall I do with both of them?"

"I don't SPEAK to house elves," he curled his lip. "Unless it is here to ask about my lunch order. Absolutely in that case. You can send Mr. Forrester in, but come interrupt us in a few minutes in case he's boring me."

Reagan's jaw nearly plummeted to the floor when the Minister told her to let Forrester in before Clara. Is he feeling ok? Did someone put something in his coffee this morning? Annnnd fabulous. Now I get to explain to Clara that she has to wait to see her husband. She's gonna chew my foot off like the wolf she is!

She replied begrudgingly, "Yes, sir. I'll send Forrester in now and inquire with the house elf as to why she is here. And I'll be sure to execute a precautionary interruption to prevent any boredom." Reagan removed her head from the door frame, closed it behind her and went to relay the Minister's requests to each party, starting with the house elf.

"The Minister is incredibly busy and cannot meet with you at the moment, but please follow me to my office and explain to me why it is you've come to speak with him."

Beezley's face dropped a bit. The studentsies would be so disappointed that she'd not been given the chance to hand the letter directly to the Minister. The studentsies had such high hopes, and the letter had been their one and only last chance. Maybe all wasn't lost, though. Beezley could always hand the letter to the Minister's assistance and just hope that she was honest enough to give it to him.

Beezley nodded and turned to follow the assistant into her office.

Forrester moved back towards the minister's office, knocked on the door and entered.
"Hello Minister cooper, Forrester Hufflepuff, Head auror" Forrester said as he introduced himself. "I'm here because of something that just fell under our nose... I know you have heard of an international thief that was able to steal several stuff from different country, well he just stole something from Peru and he is making a move towards France, the Louvre to be exact... And I was wondering if you would help us contact the french minister and inform him that we will be helping him catch the thief" Forrester explained.

"You should speak with the French liason in the Department of International Cooperation, not with me," Brennan balked. "I'm not an owl, man. I'm the Minister of Magic."

"I just thought as you are the minister you would have great connection with the minister and get through to him much faster than a Department employee mr. Cooper" Forrester explained as he looked at the minister. "Getting some stolen from the French minister's country that is so important might japordize our relation with that country if they found out that we had a lead... But if you see it's better for us to contact the French minister through the international cooperation department I would be glad to ask for there help"

"It is more appropriate for your team to speak to their team to share details of your investigation than it is for me to ring him on the Floo to tell him my boys are on the case," Cooper said sarcastically. "And I'd prefer that you address me as Minister... not mister."

Forrester nodded. "I apologize Minister Cooper..." Forrester said. "I will be asking the International Cooperation Department to arrange me some sort of meeting with the French Aurors as well as the french minister... I'm sorry I took so much of your time" Forrester said as he got up and was ready for the minister to dismiss him.

"I appreciate your diligence, Mr. Forrester. You are dismissed."

"Thank you again Minister Cooper" Forrester said as he turned around and got out of the minister's office.

Angelina made her away to the Minister's office, holding a tray in her hands with a plate of freshly cut lemons, a tea service for two and a pitcher of water. There were also several choices of tea varieties on the tray: black tea, blended tea, green tea, white tea,yellow tea .. and several other.

After taking a deep breath ,and making sure the tray was not going to fall off her hands, Angelina knocked once on the Minister’s office door and waited for an answer.

"Ah, yes... the tea. Come in, come in," Brennan stopped doodling on the paperwork on his desk and waved the girl in. "You're late."

Reagan knocked to announce her presence and entered just behind Angelina. She spoke before Angelina got the chance because it was important, "Sir, Miss Bailey has arrived to see to your fitting for your robes for the Conference. She's been informed that they will be making a set of robes for each day of the conference, so she's aware that she'll be needing an assortment of color selections from you, but I've also informed her that you are quite busy and the meeting needs to be handled efficiently." As she completed her explanation, she gestured for Miss Bailey to step forward and present herself to the Minister.

Following Reagan into the Minister of Magic’s office, Madison entered in with all of her handy-dandy supplies in her hand with a warm smile on her face. Holy hippogriffs! There he was – Minister Brennan Cooper – in the flesh! Upon her introduction given by Reagan, she nodded her head slightly, controlling herself from jumping up and down with pure excitement. She was now finally face-to-face with the Minister!

With Reagan’s gesture, Madison took a few steps forward with her supplies and smiled a little wider. Her face turned slightly pink out of embarrassment, as she felt her cheeks get a little warm. Ignoring the fact that her cheeks were warmer than usual and slightly pink, she plucked up the courage to say, “Good evening, Minister Cooper. As Miss Taylor has said, I am Madison Bailey and I will be getting your measurements for your robes. With that being said, shall we start with the fitting then, Minister?”