Post by Julius Plutus on Nov 23, 2007 12:32:04 GMT -5
Footsteps echoed through the hallway of the heads of Firefox University and the Fortress. The sound was soon accompanied by a picture as Julius William Plutus, Iberian Minister for Magic, made his way down the hall at a fairly quick pace, his cane in his hand and his coat billowing behind him. Two purple-clad wizards flanked him, serving as bodyguards.
The Minister had decided that he needed to meet with the Headmaster to discuss several important issues recently brought to his attention. The meeting was not a public one; the press was not informed of it. He wanted to keep it low-key, quick, and efficient. Both the Minister and the Headmaster were busy men, of course, and he was certain that neither enjoyed having to have such meetings.
The Minister reached the door to the office, glancing up at the phoenix. He gave a slight nod, saying to the statue, "Top of the morning to you."
Once the statue began to move after the greeting, Plutus enterred the office, waving his hand at his escorts to signal them to wait outside. Squeezing his way through and around the clutter of the office, he made his way along the carpet.
"Headmaster Windwaltz, are you here? We need to talk," said Plutus, glancing down at a tapestry he had nearly tripped onto before reaching Talon's desk.
-Julius William Plutus- Minister Plenipotentiary of the I.C.W. to Spain
Post by Talon Windwaltz on Nov 28, 2007 2:25:15 GMT -5
The Headmaster stood at the top of a large ladder that was planted behind his desk. He was searching through his immense bookshelf for one specific book, one that he hadn't read in years. Nowadays, he supposed due to the added protection the Ministry was providing, Talon didn't have to worry about going out and attacking random demons and monsters or getting wrapped up in massive wars. Even the paperwork was slow to get in, and he supposed this was due to having a hard working Deputy Headmistress who handled half the stuff he used to.
This allowed Talon to focus less on the warrior wizard that he had become known as, and focus more on the scholar who he had hoped to be. After all, he was the Headmaster of a school, not sensei of a dojo. Talon stepped down two steps, and realized that the book he had been looking for had been brushing against his leg the entire time he was up there. "Benjamin Franklin: My Life as a Muggle" was tucked under the Headmaster's arm as he stepped back down the ladder.
"Headmaster Windwaltz, are you here? We need to talk."
"Ah, Minister Plutus!" Talon said, hearing the familiar voice as he returned to his desk. The Headmaster placed the autobiography down next to the novella he'd been reading beforehand - "My Veela Will Go On", the final installment in the Veela trilogy of romance books. "Yes, I am here. Rare chance that is, hmm? I seem to be spending less and less time in this room and more time in the Library. I suppose I have you and your men to thank for that, hmm?"
Talon sat down in his leather back chair and pointed his ebony wand behind Plutus, summoning a large comfy and tattered green armchair. "So what is it that you'd like to speak about? Go ahead and sit down if you'd like. I'm afraid we can't really hold to the English custom of talking over tea - my Chefs boycott one thing or another every month, this month it's Tea."
Post by Julius Plutus on Nov 28, 2007 10:40:53 GMT -5
"Yes, rare indeed."
Plutus took the seat conjured by the headmaster, nodding to Talon. "Thank you," he said. "Quite alright about the tea. I'm not really in the mood for it at the moment. As you can imagine, I'm not in the position to just stop by and visit for anything other than a problem...and a problem is what we are facing."
The Minister placed his hand within his frock coat, withdrawing a piece of parchment with names scribbled on it-- Gwen White, Shadonius Clearwater, Willow Michelle, Thomas Lucre, Morgan Pendragon, Aeris Stone, Ankea Suku, Viktor Andreev. He placed it on the desk in front of the headmaster, a grim look on his face.
"Things at Firefox are not as placid as they might seem. One of your faculty and several of your students--unsurprisingly the majority of which are Slytherins--are involved in a conspiracy to overthrow the Ministry for Magic," explained the Minister. "The said faculty member involved, Professor Ryder Munro, decided to jump ship and surrender this list of names to me. I already have two of these students in my custody."
The Minister now withdrew two pictures from his coat, handing them to the headmaster. One showed rather mean-looking girl glaring out at the world, while the other showed a boy with black hair looking out with an equally menacing glare. Both were dressed in prisoner garb. After a moment of being out, the boy left his frame and went into the girl's.
"Gwen White and Shadow Clearwater. Both are being charged with conspiracy against the Ministry of Magic and inciting rebellion. Ms. White is also being charged with the use of an Unforgivable Curse, and Mr. Clearwater with possession of an illegal animal-- a flying wolf, I believe. Both are also the prime suspects in a case involved the casting of the Dark Mark in Triangle Tunnel... Thankfully, the only cast the traditional Dark Mark of the old Dark Lord and his Death Eater followers from the old days. Had they cast the Dark Mark of the Shadow Society, it would have caused a panic and been a publicity nightmare for the Ministry," said Plutus, leaning back in his seat and rubbing his head. This was obviously rather vexing for the Minister. "These students will be prosecuted as criminals, and I may snap their wands. Ms. White's sentence will probably be lighter as she turned herself into us willingly, and I will make a legal concession for the professor in question due to his cooperation-- although I'd highly recommend you review whether or not he should be on your staff."
Plutus leaned forward now, looking at his young counterpart to the ICW.
"Listen, Windwaltz... The last thing I need is a rebellion beginning in Firefox, particularly with Drakborough still being somewhat problematic for me. The last time students within your university engaged in such action, the Lord of the Shadow Society managed to cause you quite a big problem. Now, I don't know what you want me to do with the remaining students on that list, as they--unlike White and Clearwater--have not explicitly done anything incredibly illegal, other than pledge themselves to a rebellion against peace and justice. If it stays that way, then you may punish them as you see fit and I will not criminally prosecute them," said the Minister. "However, I have decided that the Ministry of Magic will be implementing the Trace on all underage witches and wizards to ensure that they do not use magic when they are not supposed to, and to keep track of those underage who may be corrupted by the forces of evil."
-Julius William Plutus- Minister Plenipotentiary of the I.C.W. to Spain
“More balls!” Boomed a voice as the door to Talon’s office flew open again, crashing against the wall and sending several piles of papers toppling over, their contents scattering all over as they fell. Standing in the doorway was the massive figure of Orifiel, one hand outstretched from having flung open the door, the other brandishing a small object of some sort in his hand. “I needed more balls weeks ago!” he repeated loudly wildly gesticulating with the hand carrying what would appear to be a small translucent sphere, which, if one paid it any attention, would be recognized as a crystal ball.
“We’re completely out! Only a single one left which I’ve got with me now!” He exclaimed, clearly unhappy with his situation. “I write and I write and I write to you, explaining how very much I need supplies for my class and how I can’t teach a single lesson without them but I get no reply and still no funding! I am in desperate need of more balls! Is this how you treat all your professors?!” He glared accusingly at Talon as he spoke, pointing a finger from his free hand at the headmaster. Now, this was perfectly true; Orifiel had written a very great number of letters requesting that the headmaster replenish the store-rooms of their diminishing ball stock. His desk was, at this very moment, crammed full of the envelopes where those letters were contained. Of course, he had apparently forgotten one of those easily overlooked yet nonetheless crucial parts of sending letters to request for supplies. He had forgotten to send them. Furthermore, he had already spent his basic allocation of school funds much earlier and quite accidentally, when he had given them over quite willingly in return for a strange little elemental book from a positively charming lady he had met in the village.
“You’re useless!” He cried, throwing both hands up in frustration, the crystal ball in his hand slipping out and sailing to smash into the wall behind him, shattering into a thousand glittering shards. “See? Now look what you’ve made me go and do?” He said with a sigh. After a few long moments, he shrugged, “Well,” he said, finally seeming to calm down. “I guess that’s that. You’ve MANLOVED (so dearly yet not in the least bit queerly <_<) me. I quit.”
“You!” He said, pointing a finger at Plutus now. “I’m unemployed. Give me a job.”
Last Edit: Dec 11, 2007 16:06:11 GMT -5 by Orifiel
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