Go ahead daredevil, put your cloak up in the closet that's rumoured to be haunted by a ghost. Go on, I dare you. Just, be careful when you go to retrieve your belongings. Apparently, this ghoul finds it amusing to shove an owner's cloak back into his or her face.

He is efficient though; he hasn't messed up a cloak-owner pairing yet!


OOC: All Ministry of Magic employees, regardless of their assigned department, are welcome to create their own roleplay in this thread.

Rinatta watched the pair calmly as the poltergist became still and silent ,she wasn't certain whether that was a good or bad thing. Torio's eyes flicked in Rin's direction and she gave him a soft reassuring smile. She reached out one hand behind her and knocked on the closet before opening it and having her cloak thrown at her, which landed on her head. She stepped back and laughed, pulling her cloak off of her head. "Thank you." she said smiling as the closet door slammed shut. "Yes this is the place I was speaking of. Its appropriately called the Haunted Cloak Closet now, for a very obvious reason as you might see." she explained to Torio with a light smile. She wondered if Torio would catch her line of thinking.

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The poltergist stayed still for a moment watching, as if she was stone. When the woman got her cloak thrown at her head, then laughed, she stayed still. She looked to her playmate and then began giggling almost excitedly and uncontrollably. She still sounded sort of eerie, but child-like. Though her expressions clearly showed amusement.

Torio jumped a little as the coat was thrown out at Rin; a gesture that he had not been expecting and that snapped a little of his unease. When Rin laughed however, he settled back and listened to her explan, his eyes slowly going up to Polty as he began to understand what the woman was saying. A playmate that was actually of the same spirit as Polty.

It could work, and Polty seemed to like the idea of another spirit, judging by the way she was giggling. He just hoped that ghosts weren't overly territorial and that, a single closet was large enough for both of them. Time would only tell. He gave Polty's hand a small squeeze of reassurance.

Rinatta felt a bit bad when Torio jumped, she didn't mean for him to do that. She gave him a gentle smile as he looked up to the poltergist. Rin knew that the poltergist in the closet was relatively well behaved other than liking to throw cloaks and coats. She knew that Torio couldn't play with Polty all day and he had a life outside of work didn't he? But, if she needed someone all the time than another of her own kind would be the best playmate. Or at least, thats how Rin saw it. The closet was quite large and could have fit a few people in there, so hopefully it would be big enough for two if they decided that they liked each other. She opened the closet again ,holding her cloak out as a spectral hand grabbed it for her with an eerie chuckle and shut the door again. She then smiled at Torio and waited to see what Polty thought of it.

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The poltergist squeezed Torio's hand watching as the woman played with the poltergist in the closet. She giggled as he did and squeezed Torio's hand again. Her appearance seemed to be happy and she got a little closer, still holding on to her playmates hand.

Torio watched with some fascination at the spectacle unfolding before him. While he had encountered quite a few spirits before, he had never seen one so addimant about coats and closets. Polty seemed to be beyond intrigued and excited at this fellow ghost, and he was suddenly, extremely grateful for Rinatta's creativity. Running up and down the ministry floors everyday would have proved to be quite the work out.

Gently releasing Polty's hand, he slipped his arms out of his coat and folded it in half. May as well get the two of them introduced and from the ease which the ghost in the closet accepted and returned coats to wizards and witches, he assumed it had only been from solid forms that it had recieved any donations. How would it go then, if it recieved a coat from something closer to it's plane of existance.

Turning, he offered the coat to Polty and tilted his head towards the closet in indication, giving her a reassuring smile.

The poltergist was holding Torio's hand until he released it. She watched him take of his coat, looking at him curiously. Polty tilted her head and looked at him even more curiously as he handed her his coat, then tilted his head towards the closet. She accepted the coat and looked at the closet, then back at Torio. She seemed to understand and smiled accompanied by a giggle. She got closer and closer then, as the woman had done, knocked and opened the door with the coat in her nearly see-through hand. A hand like hers reached out and took the coat, but more gentle than it had from Rin and it didn't slam the door shut again either. It left the door open and Polty slammed the door giggling. It seemed that it was a game for her as well. ----------------------------

Rinatta watched Torio with a smile as he took of his coat and handed it to the poltergist. That was a great idea indeed and she was very grateful for his assistance in this. She watched the poltergist take his coat with a quizzical look, then proceed to offer the coat as Rin herself had done. When the other poltergist did not slam the door though, she was a bit surprised. Then even more to her surprise, Polty slammed the door. Then she realised that it seemed to be part of the game. Rin gave a light laugh and knocked ,then opened the closet door to retrieve her coat, which yet again ended up back on her head and she chuckled. Hopefully polty would like the game and the other ghost enough that she would stay as Rin had planned.

At first, Torio was worried that perhaps Polty had reverted back to her previous games of throwing things about and being on the violent side. But when Rinatta laughed in time with Polty, relief came to him that it was something different, more innocent.

Smiling, he moved over to stand beside Rinatta to watch Polty with interest and encouragement. If she could make a friend that was in her form, and understood her, she might calm down enough to stop throwing things at Ministry members and find some peace. He hoped she would.

The poltergist laughed again as the woman's coat revisted her head. Polty knocked again laughing like Rinatta had..but the coat was handed to her instead of thrown. It was placed in her hands and the door was not closed. Polty peeked in with seeming curiosity at this and then laughed again slamming the door. She then opened the door again and handed the coat in which was accepted the same way. Polty shut the door then opened it again laughing more. She got the same reception though and shut the door after the other specter took the coat. She looked to be pouting. ----------------------

Rinatta watched as Polty played with the polterist in the closet.....or at least tried to play. The poltergist in the closet was being nice to her and seemed to be interested in Polty much more than any human guest. Maybe he was trying to reach out to her in some way, it seemed that way anyway. The poltergist didn't nessesarily look happy about his kind responses though. She must have still wanted to play. Rin had not expected this reaction and stood watching for a moment. She was wondering how Polty was going to take this and whether or not she would understand her if she tried communicating. She waited and thought a moment ,deciding what to do about it.

He had to admit, the reaction of the poltergiest to Polty was cute, adorible even. From the polite manners it was displaying towards his new friend, he reasoned it must be a male spirit, and by its clamer nature, probably one with a few years on Polty, in form and in spiritual existance.

A small frown crossed his expression as Polty seemed to get agitated with the response she was getting. It definetly wasn't a game of tag, with or without the violent aspect, and with the reaction Polty was exhibiting, he realized how new of a spirit she must have been. She was copying those around her, copying their reactions as she had copied his game of tag, his hug and his humming. Copying, to try and find something that made sense, that connected strongly enough to return her own sense of security and place within the world that had been lost when...she had crossed sides.

Concern played in his eyes as he glanced over at Rinatta. She was the one who had suggested the closet, so he figured she had a better idea of what was going on than he did. Hopefully she had an idea of what to do to help Polty in this situation, but if she was at a loss like he was, they were going to have to think of something else, and decently quick.

Rinatta was uncertain of what to do next. The way both specters were acting was unprecedented. She tilted her head to the side as she watched Polty, making certain that she didn't decide to get frustrated again. It seemed that she mostly reacted to example, so maybe.... Rin knocked and handed the poltergist her coat and before he could slam the door she held it open and gave him a polite nod. "Thank you." she said and shut the door gently, then smiled at Polty. Perhaps positive reinforcement of polite behaviour would convince her that the way the other poltergist was acting, was indeed a good thing.-------

The poltergist watched somewhat interestedly as the woman yet again offered her coat. As the reaction changed , so did the poltergists expression one that was more curious. Polty looked back to Torio , then tried the gesture again, moving in front of the door again. It was already open ,but Polty knocked on the open door and handed the coat to the other specter. This time Polty looked into the closet curiously as the hand reached out for the coat. Polty stayed where she was for a moment and watched the hand take the coat, then looked back to Torio again.

With a small smile, Torio watched the three interact. When Polty looked back at him, as if to check if it was okay, he gave her a reassuring smile and nodded. She seemed to be asking if she was doing things right, and if she could investigate further. Rinatta trusted the other poltergiest, and it sounded like it had been dwelling within the closet for quite some time, so he couldn't see any harm in it. And the other ghost seemed to be equally interested. Perhaps they would be good for one another.

Rinatta watched Polty look to Torio for guidance. He seemed to be a reassuring friend for her and it pleased Rin to see that. He was the only one to illicit true interaction and more than just violence and mimicry. Her humming to him was definetly more than mimcry, the emotion and feeling behind it and the hug, that wasn't just playing copycat. Rin could feel it. She watched as the other specters hand extended from the closet to Polty. It looked friendly and welcoming , perhaps he was indeed lonely. She wondered what he was doing...did he want to show her the closet? If he could get Polty more adjusted and comfortable that would be wonderful.

Polty gave Torio a gentle smile as he reassured her. She turned around and then the poltergist in the closet extended his hand to her. She looked into the closet for a moment and then at the spectral hand. She slowly reached out and touched the other ghosts hand and a surprised look crossed her face. Who knows what was passing through her mind but she held the hand for a moment and gave a a child-like giggle. Polty went forward as the other hand assited and she entered the closet, smiling at Torio. The door shut gently behind her and all was momentarily quiet.

A breath he didn't know he had been holding was finally allowed to vacate his lungs as Polty disappeared inside the closet. He couldn't help but feel a little defensive towards her, towards protecting her, and so he stood outside the closet in stillness, listening. It was a gaurantee Polty could protect herself from whatever came her way, but he still felt responsible for keeping an eye out on her. Like a big brother. Nevermind the irony in that.

When everything seemed fine, and with trust in Rinatta's judgement of the ghost in the closet - seeing as how she hadn't stopped Polty either - he turned to the woman and gave her a thankful smile. "If you hadn't come along, I'm pretty sure I would have lost my legs running about the ministry. Thank you."

Rinatta gave a soft, relieved sigh and small smile after she saw Polty enter the closet happily. She had hoped that this would go smoothly and was relieved that it did. Now the poltergist would have a friend that could understand and relate to her feelings ,as well as hopefully become better adjusted to her new existence. She shouldn't feel the need to pelt ministry workers to get attention now and she was certain that the poltergist in the closet would be happier with some company. The young man turned to her ,giving her a smile and she returned it happily. When he joked about losing his legs if she had not intervened and thanked her Rin was a bit surprised. She gave him a warm smile and a soft chuckle. "Well, I'm glad that you didn't lose your legs. I imagine it might be hard to find the if they ran off without you." she said with a giggle. "But no, thank you." she added. "If it wasn't for you ,who knows how long it would have taken to calm her or if it would have been necessary to stun her or the like." she said in a relieved and grateful voice.

Spectral giggles could be heard from the closet and it shook slightly. The laughter sounded quite happy and friendly. Mission complete, and good for it too.

Rin smiled and laughed. "Well, I am happy to say that our task is completed Mr. Torio." she said while looking at him ,still smiling. "What a day. I would say that this is one of the craziest first days I have ever had." she said with another laugh. She was in fact very pleased that it was over. A havoc wreaking poltergist on her first day as Division Head was certainly not what she had expected, but she had to admit she was more pleased with it than paperwork. She was starving and pulled out the little muggle time piece that she had tucked into her robes. "My friend, it appears that we have missed our lunch and the day here is nearly at an end." She really was quite tired and glad that her day was almost at an end. She was going to sleep in a bit tomorrow since it was the weekend and take it easy. Maybe go shopping a bit too and go to the ice cream parlour yum. "To help make up for it and for my appreciation I would like to take you to lunch tomorrow if you can. Or if you can't, perhaps you would like to go eat after we clock out?" she said in a merry tone.

Sam had stolen taken without permission the only family photo album that had been completed; his mother did not know he had it, and hopefully she never would. He had visited his house yesterday afternoon for only a hour since his stepfather ran him off when he got home from work, and he just happened to find the photo album on the coffee table... so he took it, obviously.

Do you KNOW how mad Sophia Andrews would be if she found out he took it without permission? Like she would have given him permission if he asked. Apparently, she thinks he easily looses things, which wasn't at all true. He was good at keeping track with his belongings! And, plus, this book was just as much his as his mothers, so he had the right to take it. Or so he thought.

He wandered down the fourth floor corridor, hoping that nobody from his level would find him here. He was taking his lunch break right now, and all he wanted to do right now was look through some old photos, so he can have this book back to his house before his mom even knew he took it out.

Finding a nice area to relax, he leaned himself against the corridor wall that was across from some odd looking door, and then he opened the photo album.

Dan was hiding among the coats in the coat rack.

Why you ask? Because he wanted to see a ghost, that's why.

So it was great when his brother appeared with a photo album that he knew had been stolen. And that was not cool, because Dan was the only one that was allowed to steal from their mother.

He started to make weird ghost sounds and shaking the coats in the rack a bit. Maybe that would scare Sam.

Sam was missing the old days; the days where his father was still alive, and the days where his brothers actually liked his presence. He stopped flipping the pages of the photo album once he came across a family picture that had been taken a few months before his father had passed away.

Look how happy his family looked in the picture! Nowadays the whole family argued over the simplest things with him. There was a reason they didn't have family get together anymore, and it wasn't because half of his brothers lived in other countries. It was because the last get together they had, all the brothers got into ONE BIG argument...and Freddy kicked them out.

After staring at the picture for a moment, he flipped the page, and then...

What the heck was that noise?

He looked up from his book towards the closet; the first thought that came to his head what ghost. Who put a HAUNTED closet in the Ministry? Crazzzy. But maybe it wasn't a ghost. Maybe it was someone trying to get scare him. Being the courageous Gryffindor he was, he headed over to the closet.

"Who's in there?" He asked, and then he slowly opened the door to the dark closet. If someone tried to attack him or something now, he would whack them with the photo album. MHMM.

Dan wished that his brother had been in another House at Hogwarts. Because a reasonable person would have been afraid and ran off, making things easy for him. But instead Sam had to come over to the coat racks and ask who was there.

Dan wasn't ready to come out yet though.

So he kept shaking the coats and making ghost sounds.

It had been over a week since the breakup and while Gavin had beeng been doing his best to forget it and put it behind him, somethings were stil nagging at his mind. Having a free moment, he had thought to speak to Sam to see if he had had any warning of her transfer and finding him gone from the office went in search of the younger man.

He finally spotted his boss in the corridor of Level Four but before he could get his attention, Sam had turned his attention to the coat closet behind him. "Sam?" he questioned though he was too quiet to hear from where he was as he looked quizically. Gavin moved closer, so that this time when the eerie sounds were made he heard them as well.

"What in the world?" he asked as he came up beside him, his words revealing his presense.

The thought about it being a ghost inside the closet brought back some memories from when Sam McDean was a first year at Hogwarts, and he had been terrified of ghosts! He had soon gotten over that fear 1.5 years later.

He stared into the dark closet, debating on whether to just close the door, or to put on some light to make sure it was just a ghost. It was only when a voice came up from behind him that he jumped a little bit, causing him to drop his book on the ground. Didn't people know it was NOT COOL to come up behind someone? Blehhh.

Turning around, he spotted Gavin. Thankfully it wasn't Dan! "Hey Gavin," he greeted his employee. "Errm, I don't know what that noise is. I think it's a ghost...or something." He turned back towards the closet, still debating on whether to light the room up or not.

Gavin bit back a weak chuckle as Sam jumped at his sudden presence, having never thought of himself as scary especially not to a grown man. But then he had shown up after moving quietly." Hey. Sorry," he appologized for seemingly sneaking up on the man before following Sam's attention back to the closet as more noises continued to sound from the darkened room.

"Could be..." he mused remembering where they were after all on Level 4. "Maybe one escaped from the Magical creature office," the former Gryffindor added moving to bend down to retrieve the book the other man had dropped in his reaction to his arrival. His hand curling around the album's spine before starting to straighten.

This was good.

No, correction. Great. Because that Gavin guy was there now and it owuld make things even more fun for him because he could scare both of them in one go. He just had to do it at the right moment.

He still played his part of the ghost as the ment talked. He was obviously doing an amazing job, as Gavin thought that he was actually a ghost.

At the right moment, he sprung out at them.

"RWAR!" he said as he crashed into his brother and sent them both falling to the ground.

"You make things way too easy."

Sam shrugged it off. "It's okay," he replied. "Everyone get scared once in a while, right?" He hadn't been paying much attention to his surroundings (except for that closet), so that was the reason Gavin's question had startled him.

The comment Gavin made about this being the Department for Creatures, made him think about it. "Maybe," he pondered. "Or maybe it's just a normal, haunted closet." He was totally acting like he sees haunted closest everyday, which wasn't true at all. This was the first closet he's seen that was haunted!

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EEEEP!

He had let out a girlish scream when Daniel tackled him to the ground. "What are you DOING?" He asked. Ohhhh, his brother better be happy that he wasn't holding his family photo album right now. He would have hit him with it! "And you make things way too annoying, Dan." Great comeback, don't you think?

"Right," Gavin replied in agreement, nodding his head in answer to Sam's comment about it being a normal haunted closet. As if a closet was supposed to be haunted. He didn't have much time to think after that as he in turn reacted in surprise as Dan jumped out of the closet to scare them as he straightened up, bringing both brothers to the ground. The action causing Gavin himself to fall into the wall but thankfully keep his feet.

He half-rolled his eyes before remembering the book in his hand and hitting Dan in the head with it though not to hard to cause damage. "And people wonder why I'm thankful I'm an only child," he replied with a shake of his head.

Dan was laughing really hard now. Sam was making this even more fun now. His reaction and screaming like a girl was just epic.

He rolled off of his brother and was about to get up when he was hit on the head.

"What the heck was that for?" It hadn't hurt, but it was annoying.