The Office of Mr. Magnus[7][7][7][7]

[Oz Magnus]

Inside Osmond Magnus can be found pouring over his work, upon his desk of dark cherry wood is scattered various scrolls and other paperwork. A pair of reading glasses are perched at the end of his nose rather precariously, his brow furrowed deeply as he analyzes and computes data in his head, riffling through documents and flipping through the yellowing pages of old texts.

He wears a white linen shirt beneath a dark green vest with a grey tweed suit. He rests his elbows on the surface of his desk, his palms on his forehead in deep contemplative concentration. The furthest and longest wall of his office is completely composed of bookcases, filled with ancient volumes, the scent of the aging pages fills the room. Various portraits of great wizards, even the infamous sort, line the walls.

Behind Osmond's head can be seen a large poster sized scroll tacked onto the wall, to remind him of his purpose, the words upon it read:

Eleusinian Mysteries

=Death=

=Immortality=

=Thought=

=Time=

=Space=

=Love=

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Before Osmond's desk are two large comfortable looking armchairs of dark plush red velvet, wecoming you as you come in, and begging you to take a seat.

WELCOME

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[Julian Nott]

::Julian knocked briefly at the office door, Oz was awaiting him already so he did not hesitate to open the door and walk in::

"Mr. Magnus I presume...."

::he said with a polite smile and moved toward a red velvet armchair, taking a seat. Julian crossed his legs and folded his hands neatly over his knees::

"I trust you've been well?"

[Oz Magnus]

::Oz looks up at the knock at his door, a smile warming his face as Julian makes his way into his office. Oz greets him before standing and closing the door behind Mr. Nott and casting a spell around the room, to prevent anyone from hearing their conversation::

"In these dark times, you never can be too careful, now can you?"

::he said with a serious look before taking a seat behind his desk again::

"Now, now Julian I think you've known me long enough to address me as Oz."

::he said with a smile::

[Julian Nott]

::Julian let a throatly laugh escape his lips::

"Indeed, Osmond. I have after all known you since you were just a small boy. How is your father, I wonder?"

::he admired the bookcases on the far wall, drinking in the wonderful smell of the ancient pages. The scent of old books thrilled him with a sort of mysterious excitment::

"You know I hear you were the one who informed my ungrateful son that the Ministry was after him. I've been meaning to thank you, by the way."

[Oz Magnus]

::Oz smiled pleasantly through the clenching of his stomach as Julian asked about his father::

"Uh...just fine, he's just fine. I havn't heard from him much since I started work here with the Ministry, it's been a good five years now. I hear he's been doing business in Bulgaria, but who knows really."

::he said anxious to change the subject. He listened to Julian intently before flicking his wrist non-chalantly::

"It was nothing, really. I did what any good friend would do. Now, I hate to rush you though I must admit I have some rather pressing business to attend to..."

::he said hoping to hurry along the conversation::

[Julian Nott]

::Julian's brow rose at Oz's comment::

"Bulgaria? Really...hm."

::he listened intently before scowling at the young man::

"Very well. I suppose right to business, it is? Small talk is for the weak after all, that's what your father used to say, I see you are no different from him."

::he said with his eyes narrowing, he then directed his attention to the scroll behind Oz's desk. Standing Julian walked to it, tracing his finger down the list of Eleusinian Mysteries, finally stopping at love::

"I hear your Department is currently working on a very confidential topic. A topic which may include defeating our Dark Lord. Have you any information about this?"

[Oz Magnus]

::Oz grimaced at the old man::

"Yes, I suppose it runs in the blood you could say."

::he nearly hissed::

"Now, Mr. Nott I certainly hope you didn't come here to interrogate me. Moreover, I also hope you arn't accusing me of fraternizing with Dumbledore's moronic followers either. But yes, we are currently studying the ever mysterious concept of love and yes it said that love is the one thing the Dark Lord lacks, the one thing that could destroy everything."

[Julian Nott]

::a hint of satisfaction flashed across Julian's face::

"Ah...excellent."

::he said turning from the scroll and placing a cold hand on Oz's shoulder, tightening his grip slightly::

"I hope you will keep me updated as to the progress you've made at studying this...love."

::he said hissing the last words with disdain::

"I trust that you know who to come to with your information. You are a valuable ally, Osmond. You will be compinsated for your efforts. However, if you lie to me or keep anything from me, boy, I'll cut you limb from limb. Mark my words."

::Julian finally released his tight grip from Oz's shoulder, smiling politely::

"Have a wonderful rest of your afternoon."

::he said leaving the office::