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She turned the corner in time to hear and see the cat crash into the back wall. No wonder it couldn't stop considering the speed it had been running. "Mister Flamsteed? Are you okay?" She dared not go any closer than she already was. The large cat was ripping apart a poor defenseless stuffed animal, and the thought of it turning on her was more than she cared to entertain. "Airey?" she called out once more, looking for some sort of help to appear. It was the Ministry of Magic. Didn't they have people who dealt with such things? She shook her head, remembering why she had stopped the man to start with. There was no way any of it was going to turn out well for her. |
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Oh? First...it was Sophie the Polar Bear...and now...who, might this creature be? It was hard to tell, considering the fact that Albert never bothered to familiarize himself with DMC's neighbors or the Ministry's regular dwellers, because having Theophilus beside him for the rest of the year was more than enough. Rolling his eyes in exasperation, Albert got his wand out of his sleeve to conjure and capture the 'creature' in a nice steel cage. "Another poisoned employee, I suppose?" Albert spoke calmly but in a bored tone as he crossed his arms across his chest, quirking an eyebrow at the other employee present. |
Albert and Ariey?? (crazed stuffy murderer ) She kept a semi safe distance from the cheetah, no distance was really safe since the animal could bolt at a moments notice, and tried to figure out what she was supposed to do. She'd been fairly certain no outside forces acted upon the man, no hit to a nonverbal spell being cast around them. However, he was surely not as he should be. Thankfully, another man came in before she had to deal with it herself. Another? employee. He had said another. "It's Mister Airey Flamsteed. Does this happen often here?" Her eyes were wide and she stepped back a step. What had she gotten herself into in taking the job? Not only was her job not exactly what she had applied for, but it appeared that employees turning into animals was a common occurrence. "What are we supposed to do with him?" She looked at the man, hoping he had some answers. She really needed to get back to looking for the Minister before Mrs. Bones found out she lost him. |
Thankfully for everyone, the department head turned cheetah was far too preoccupied with absolutely destroying yet another plushie to be paying too much attention to the two Ministry employees at the moment. Particularly good in that Albert was able to successfully conjure a cage around the cheetah without much of a fuss. In fact, the department head turned cheetah had become so engrossed in what he was currently doing that the partly severed remains of the large teddy bear in his possession were brought closed to his chest in an - ironically phrased - bear hug while his hind legs kicked with a playful viciousness at the stuffed animal. ....in fact, if one were to get close enough you would find that the cheetah was purring. |
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"From what Department are you, Miss?" Albert asked, half ignoring her next question as he fished out his subminiature camera from the breast pocket of his coat. One could say that he was in his element, documenting and taking mental notes of his recent creature capture. The only difference was that the pictures will be one of the many hard proofs he could offer to the Wizengamot (if the gossip he'd been hearing was true that is), and perhaps a little blackmail against Airey. He does remember his hate for...felines during his first Ministry Orientation a long time ago. He took a step towards the cage and took several pictures of Flamsteed in different angles with a very discreet clicking sound. Next was the room that the Department Head had managed to destroy. |
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She eyed the man, pulling the device from his pocket. "I'm Ashery. Ashery Lewis. I'm the personal assistant to Ms. January Bones, office of the Minister of Magic." And proud of it. She felt important saying her full title out loud. Then, the sickening panic returned. She still had no idea where the Minister was. Mr. Flamsteed's fit had taken her way off track. "Sir, do you think you could play with your toy later on so we can figure out a way to return Mr. Flamsteed to his original, wizard state?" She felt as if she were talking to one of her brothers, as they attempted to play instead of getting their work done. Her patience was wearing far too thin and if she had any way of fixing the mess herself, she would. |
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Click. Click. Office of the Minister of Magic? Ah. Albert had the tiniest hint of a smirk on his lips as he continued his documentation. Oh, he had a lot of things to say about her division, but the man has enough respect for January to ridicule it. Merlin knows what hell she's going through right now. Click. Click. Once satisfied with his documentation, Albert straightened up, painfully containing his growing irritation when it was implied that he was playing around. But like the dignified old gentleman that he was, he exuded a calm persona and slowly approached the only other human in the room. The slow clacking of his Italian shoes against the floor echoed around dangerously. "A pleasure to meet you despite our current situation, Miss Ashery Lewis. And a belated congratulations on your position. Everyone can tell that your role is as important as January herself but do not make the same mistake of calling her 'Miss' in front of other people. It's 'Missus' Bones." January was his former colleague in DMC, and the woman had short patience for those who couldn't keep up with the simple task of remembering titles and whatnot. "And for your further information, Miss Lewis, this--" he said as he showed her his subminiature camera between his elegant fingers, "Is a type of spy camera, as what muggles would call it, and I have it in my person at all times considering the fact that it is part of my job in Creatures to do documentation and reconnaissance." A pregnant pause was made as he stuffed the camera back in his breast pocket, "I, like yourself, do not like dilly-dallying. I am infamous for my strong work ethic and discipline in and out of the Ministry so you can be assured, that I am not playing any games, nor I carry...'toys', in my person." he said with a quirk of an eyebrow and slight raise of his chin, effectively looking down at the much younger...and newer employee. Who did she think he was? "Albert Magnus Morgenstern. Enforcement Division Head for Department of Creatures." She better remember that name, "And I am here to ensure that the likes of Mister Flamsteed be safely transfigured back to his...in your words...original, wizard state." he said with a very fake grin. The hint of happy disposition was gone in seconds, as he turned towards the creature and continued to speak. "I already sought the permission of Ms. Peckham and Mr. Quiggly to transfer them to A&C for further evaluation and safe...untransfiguration. Would it be too much if I ask you to bring Mr. Flamsteed to A&C? I still have a number of...victims to document and round up." It was already proving to be a long day, and it wasn't even lunchtime and Albert's mood continued to decline. He'd most definitely need a drink after today. |
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SPOILER!!: Mr. Albert Magnus Morgenstern Ashery impatiently waited while the older gentleman kept playing with his toy. No matter what he called the device, he was playing with it when they should be tending to Mr. Flamsteed. She wasn't sure why the man was in the mood he was in, but she had things to do and listening to him lecture her on the difference between Ms. and missus was unbearable. "Let's put that strong work ethic of yours to good use and be done with this mess." Her temper was not under control. Under any other circumstance she would have never spoken to a senior employee that way. In general, she was a very respectful person. However, the only thing she had on her mind was fixing Airey and getting back to finding the Minister before she was fired. At that point, she was willing to do just about anything to be done with the whole ordeal. Taking a wizard turned destructive cat to the department that could fix him seemed like the only way to get on with her day. "In that case, Mr. Albert Magnus Morgenstern, I would be happy to be done with this and ensure the delivery of Mr. Flamsteed to A&C." Her tone in speaking his name was less than polite and her hand had come to her hips as she rolled her eyes at him. Full late teen meltdown close to happening. She whipped around to face the transfigured Mr. Flamsteed. "Looks like we have a little task to complete together. I do hope you will behave yourself, sir." She continued to stare at Mr. Flamseed for a few more moments, doing her best to force back the tears that were trying to escape. The last thing she wanted to do was cry in front of the the man. She couldn't take it if he started lecturing her again. After a few more deep breaths, she turned back around. "Is there anything else or can I get on with this?" Ashery had absolutly no idea how she was going to get the transfigured wizard to A&C or exactly where A&C was, but she wasn't about to ask Mr. Morgenstern for help. |
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Albert wasn't going to be optimistic about all of this, but it seemed that his mood was getting better by the minute. Her offer was too good to turn down. "Oh, that would be delightful." he continued, faking another smile as he watched her angst made known to everyone. Albert would've pressed on to tell that currently, Airey will have little to no memory at all about all of this ordeal considering that he has the mentality of a very large cat, as with all human transfigurations, but he thought it would be only a waste of his precious time, on account of the fact that Miss Lewis will clearly misinterpret it as bossing around. Besides, he did enjoy the sight of her talking to a human!animal. Very well. "That would be all, Miss Lewis." he said as he straightened his impeccable three-piece suit, and slowly made for the door as he discreetly noticed the tears that were forming in her eyes. Was this too much of a task then? Another wave of his wand was made and the broken shelves and merchandise were magically repaired and placed back into their assigned shelves...except for the decapitated plush toy Airey had between his paws. He wasn't that evil of a man to take it away from him. It could be his souvenir from this ordeal for all he cared. "I will meet you back in A&C then. Thank you." If she needed any help, all she has to do was to ask. Albert is a lone wolf when it comes to work, but if anyone needed his help, one can count on him otherwise, he wouldn't be on the scene 'helping out' if Mercy didn't ask for his expertise. |
SPOILER!!: Albert If the man had any idea how hard she was working to not roll her eyes at him, he would probably give her some sort of award. Her restraint was prize worthy. She did her absolute best to plaster on her 'smile and nod' face while he went on and on. When he finally stopped talking, she took a breath to further suppress her growing hostility towards the man, before answering through gritted teeth. "Fine. I'll get right on it." Exactly how, she still wasn't sure, but she would not be asking any more questions that might further their interaction. Her eyes finally took over and the rolling began. If he could have seen her face, she would have probably been written up or fired on the spot. As luck would have it, his back was turned at that moment. Before she could grow any more disrespectful, Albert graciously flicked his wand and cleaned up the mess. If she hadn't been in such a state, she would have thanked him. "Yes, we shall meet you there." She turned back to the caged Airey, wondering how in Merlin's beard she was going to get the giant cat out of the gift shop, let alone all the way to A&C. Bending down to be face to face with the cat, she spoke softly "Listen up, Mr. Flamsteed, we need to make a little journey to get you all fixed up. I need you to cooperate and not cause a big fuss. Can you do that for me?" Ashery pulled out her wand as she stepped back from the cage. "Wingardium Leviosa" she commanded with a swish and flick towards the cage. It seemed to be the most humane way of traveling with the large cat. |
For the record, he was here for his wife. Okay? He wasn't going to be the nerd that walked around his own workplace with a big, goofy t-shirt that said "I LOVE MY JOB SO I'M WEARING IT ON A SHIRT". No, wait, that's definitely what he was doing here. He was here to find himself a shirt. One for Sophie Brown, so they could match. And also one for Sophie Brown Jr. or, uh, Zander Adair Jr., mhm. Not that there was one of those ones yet, but you never know! They weren't exactly doing much to avoid the possibility... Zander just had to find the right way to convince Sophie Brown. Like a T-Shirt! Or... By convincing her that a Zander/Sophie Sophie/Zander Junior would be fun. Merlin knew those two liked to have fun. Which brings the point back to how they weren't exactly avoiding making a Junior. Which brings this WHOLE thing right back to T-Shirts! Exactly why Zander was here poking his head around in the mug section. Because they needed mugs to match their matching T-Shirts. He had a lot of things in his cart, did he know? |
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