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Post by Gawain Robards on Apr 25, 2011 20:52:23 GMT
Well in that case I best have someone put the sign back up.
*He flicked his wand to open his door.*
There are plenty of cubicles out there, and you'll likely spend most of your time in the field anyway. Besides, if you're looking to work in the intelligence department, none of them have offices besides the Baron.
*He really was not in the mood, with this headache.*
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Post by Rydiger von Heap on Apr 25, 2011 21:04:03 GMT
"The closet was sarcsm... It is a unused office which I mocked for it's size. According to the floorplan and Department's history from the Ministery's files, it stated that the last guy using it was a man named Bob Odgen, who worked here in the 1920s, and haven't been used since." he takes up a Ministrial document and shows it to him.
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Post by Gawain Robards on Apr 25, 2011 21:37:57 GMT
*A wicked grin appeared on his big face.*
Well in that case, I'm sure it would be far too small for the Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation to bother with.
*He nodded and pushed aside the document still smiling.*
Best go get comfortable in a nice cubicle eh? And leave the sarcasm at the door.
A pleasure to see you again old bean.
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Post by Rydiger von Heap on Apr 25, 2011 21:48:14 GMT
To small? That's why we have wands... Here, I'm mostly an Law Enforcer and professor. A undetectable extension charm will fix the size-problem at a second.
*Rydiger limps to the exit.* Old Bean? Wow, I've got a pet name! In Germeny it took a whole month before I got a pet name. That was "Bloody Bastard." But Old Bean is nicer... This is a real diseprovement, isn't it?
*He dissapeared out the door and closed the it gently behind him.*
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Post by Rydiger von Heap on Apr 28, 2011 15:33:55 GMT
*Knocks on the door and steps in before closing the door and throws the file of Barney Closeworth at the Head Auror's desk.*
He was imperiused by a witch called Bellatrix LeStrange, it happened in a bar called The Leaky Cauldron in London and he don't know how he ended up there. Just get someone to send him to St. Mungo to check there is no rest of the Imperius Curse, and he should be ready to go. Oh, by the way, if someone could get me his Medical History too... I'll be off, I have to check something...
*He is on his way to leave, before he adds more friendly; "And by the way, good job, saving the Minister-Man's life and all." and then limps out whitout waiting for an answer.*
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Post by Gawain Robards on Apr 28, 2011 19:41:55 GMT
*He was at the end of his tether with that man thinking he could barge in to his office whenever he liked. It would be all he could do to not hex him next time he did it.*
*A thought calmed him though. He had spoken to Scrimgeour, who had informed him that Heap had been sent to him to seek approval to be recommended for the Intelligence Department. If he carried on the way he was, then he was not going to gain his approval. For all he cared, he could go back to Germany and never return.*
*He flicked his wand, making the door slam loudly.*
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Post by Arnie Peasegood on Apr 28, 2011 20:28:22 GMT
*He pushed the door open a little and pushed his head through the gap.*
Sir? Can I speak with you?
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Post by Gawain Robards on Apr 28, 2011 20:38:31 GMT
*His rage began to grow as the door opened again, but when he saw Arnie's face there, it settled.*
Yes, come in old lad.
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Post by Arnie Peasegood on Apr 28, 2011 20:52:04 GMT
*He stepped in and pushed the door closed behind him then pulled out the letters that Colsworth had given to him before leaving and handed them to Robards.*
The Imperio guy gave me these. Said this was why he went to the Leaky.
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Post by Gawain Robards on Apr 28, 2011 21:44:44 GMT
*He read through the letters. Letters from Von Heap clearly inviting Colsworth to the Leaky Cauldron.*
Peasegood... I can't believe my eyes...
*He read them again.*
No.. yes I can. I can absolutely believe this.
*He put the letters away and locked the drawer with his personal charm.*
We'll have him for this.
*He rose from his seat and patted Arnie on the back gesturing him to follow him out of the room, closing the door behind them.*
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Post by Venus Tamwell on May 3, 2011 4:24:07 GMT
~Venus stopped giggling as she reached Robards office. She gathered herself and knocked, hoping he would be in.~
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Post by Gawain Robards on May 3, 2011 10:27:58 GMT
*His day had been quite packed today, and it was no surprise that someone else was calling for him. Pushing aside his parchments and quill once more he called out with his booming voice.*
Come!
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Post by Venus Tamwell on May 4, 2011 1:51:11 GMT
~Venus pushed the door open, stepping inside quickly and shutting the door with a snap. All the while she was smiling.~
Hello Mr. Robards. How are you this fine day.
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Post by Gawain Robards on May 4, 2011 10:14:49 GMT
Oh fine fine.
*He decided best ignore the hassles of business and be polite and British about it.*
What can I do for you my dear?
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Post by Venus Tamwell on May 5, 2011 17:20:16 GMT
~Venus smiled moving to sit down in a chair opposite of him.~
Well Mr. Robards... I'd like to study Ophelia Fuilteach. She was in deep with the Dark Lord and can help me with my mission. We could...place her under my watch until her trial.
~She held her hands in her lap, one slipping inside her cloak as she reached for the end of her wand.~
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