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Post by Tamis Raynor on Jul 5, 2007 12:23:53 GMT -5
25 November, 2007. Shortly after the arrival of the morning paper.
There was very little that cracked Tamis Raynor's outward serenity. Up until this point she had managed to retain it. Last year, a Professor was murdered and she shrugged it off. Students were kidnapped under her watchful eye and she held it together. Fiona Ticloon went missing around the same time that Robert Shaw not only broken into her school -- twice -- but left her unconscious in her bunny slippers. Still, she held. And then, then, Bloxam quit on her, she promoted a vampire, hired her old rival Devin Brady, and, and she filed for divorce against the one man that meant something to her; all in one month. Through all of that her composure had slipped at times. Its secure shield had threatened to fall apart but had held together because she needed it to.
There was only so much that a person could take. But this, this the last straw shattered her remaining control.
SLAM. The office door flew open, banging into the wall and rebounded with slightly diminished force on those crowding in after the Deputy. It was five feet of raging fury. The composed woman so often associated with Raynor was gone. Diminished. Completely forgotten. In her place stood a flushed faced woman with an insane glint shining in her eyes. Her clothes had been thrown on haphazardly and it was telling; her hair flew from its bun in half brushed chunks and she was wearing two different shoes. Her wand was held with a death grip in one hand, though she did not remember drawing it.
Behind the Deputy Headmistress at least a dozen aurors flooded in, their presence completely void in the mind of the "half-crazed" woman they stalked. Uneasy glances past from Raynor to the Minister, wands fingered cautiously as if they rather be anywhere else but here. After all, Raynor was well known among the force. An ex-comrade whom had good ties with Corrion. If it was not her reputation that stayed their hands, it was his. What would the man do to the rookie that stunned Tamis Raynor?
Lost in this crowd, the secretary was squawking at the top of her lungs. No one had made an appointment. The Minister was a very important man and you needed to make an appointment. This was ignored as much as the Ministerial lapdogs behind her were.
"You incompetent pompously ostentatious sadistic gomeral," she growled in a single breath, advancing on the minister. She threw a copy of the Prophet she held in the wandless hand at him.
Her students were defenseless. Defenseless. And why? Because of political hogwash. She could have dealt with anything, anything, but this. Not her students. You did not mess with her students safety. Not while she still had breath in her body to defend them with.
(( Open to all aurors, aurors in training, oblivators, hitwizards, and other Ministry Personnel who have come to gawk. ))
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Ben London
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Post by Ben London on Jul 10, 2007 14:13:01 GMT -5
Ben had been arriving at work, the Daily Prophet in his hand. He stepped off the lift, looking down until he heard the clamoring and shouting around him. Looking up, Ben saw the mob following someone down the corridor. There was a yell, something about cruel about some sadistic gomeral but Ben didn't quite get it all. The voice, however, was familiar. Pushing his way through the crowd, Ben stopped when he reached the front and saw who it was that was causing the commotion.
"Professor?" Ben asked timidly, coming up behind the woman. He walked cautiously, touching her shoulder with care and hoping he wasn't going to have his arm ripped off in a moment. Ben had absolutely not idea what in the name of Merlin was going on, apparently he hadn't read that far into the newspaper just yet.
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Jacob Corrion
Ministry of Magic
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This is the war that never ends...it goes on and on my friends....
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Post by Jacob Corrion on Jul 11, 2007 17:34:41 GMT -5
(I saw my name, that means I belong here.)
One couldn't miss the entry of an angry fire-breathing dragon like Tamis Raynor, and even if the had then they certainly wouldn't want to miss the show that came afterwards. Really all you had to do to find her was follow the shouts and mutterings of angered cursing it was the same trail that had led Corrion into the bowles of the Ministry to the scene before him. Well, that and the rather good looking secretary on Level Four screaming something about a 'crazy woman from Mungos on a war path'... Mungos didn't let its crazies out, the Ministry on the other hand, well that was what they all called retirement.
As he approached the rather bothersome Level One office he found exactly what he'd expected to find, in truth it was probably what anyone expected to find if they'd bothered to read the Prophet the past two days. It was only a matter of time before the woman came barging in. Sadly it was a day too late and he was now out five galleons because of her impeccabley wonderful timing. Now aside from a woman who was a reputedHogwarts professor and who was rputed even more so in her abilities as a retired auror he found many of the AIT's and veterans afraid to lift a finger. No surprise, the woman could be deadly and they all knew it, although to him Thornbrush wasn't worth saving -- he'd voted for McClusky anyway. However, Corrion still had to do his job, and at least pretend to like it in the process.
"Alright there?" A pause. "Mr. London. Give me a situation report and an possible course of action preferably in the next fifteen seconds or less." No, this wasn't one of his or Harris's twisted training exercises, but it was a situation and it was Thonatos who'd told him to always follow protocol. Well, Thanatos was the boss, and for once it went in his favor, he was all for letting Raynor have a few well deserved shots before doing anything--eugh--professional. The trainees wanted field experience over lectures did they? Well, here was their experience, wrapped with a bow and complete with instructions on how to rile the rage.
And to think, it wasn't even Christmas yet...
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Ben London
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Post by Ben London on Jul 11, 2007 17:45:17 GMT -5
Benjamin London nearly leapt out of his skin when he was called upon. Turning to look, he saw Corrion standing there and for a moment, Ben couldn't register what he had been asked. He knew what was said, but couldn't for the life of him spit something out that resembled English. He looked around him, seeing the huge crowd of people and his stomach dropped right down to the floor. He gulped, his mouth gaping open like a moron until he realized what he was doing and he snapped it shut. He could feel the heat rising in his cheek and they flared a dangerous red. It was only a moment later that he began to stutter and get anything solid and worth saying.
"I...uhh...disturbance in within the Ministry, suspect threatening the Minister, restraining the suspect first would be the best course of action, sir," Ben replied as quickly as he could. Oh Merlin help him if he was wrong...
Ben made a start toward the enraged woman, his hand gripping her arm. Lightly, not to hurt her, but to at least lower her wand so she wouldn't take someone's eye out. With Corrion standing right there, expecting Ben to do something, the last thing he needed was someone losing an eye, especially the Minister. "Professor, please just...lower your wand," he told her, some strength coming back to his voice while inside he was still terrified. Talk about on-the-job training.
[EDIT: I fixed it up so there's more to work with. Sorry the first was rubbish]
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Post by Wallace Thornbrush on Jul 12, 2007 11:20:00 GMT -5
The rucus outside in the hallway of his room was a much expected, with the known outrage coming from Hogwarts. You see with the recent contraversial manuvers, at Hogwarts, let alone the blatant undermining of the Ministry, Wallace Thornbrush decided something had to be done. The easiest way to correct the problems, was to remove it, and to remove it meant to remove one person, Tamis Raynor. Sitting at his desk looking obviously bored, the Minister sipped his tea. Even with the shouts coming from now just outside his office, he wasn't fazed. Again not one shudder occured when Raynor burst through his door, knocking precious artifacts off the wall. Instead he smiled greeting her, "Ah, Ms. Raynor, pleasure to see you."
When he spoke there was a sense of pleasure in his voice, and to tell the truth there was. There was an ongoing feud going on between the Ministry, or really Minister, and Hogwarts... and to have a victory over them gave him great pride. As the paper was thrown at him, he didn't flinch, not even to the words. Instead he looked her in the eye, casual smile still on his face. "I've already got one. I'm a subscriber."
He even laughed lightly as two aurors stormed into his office, one a trainee he believed the other Tamis Raynor's own friend. "Auror Corrion, nice to see you even quiz the trainee's on the job. You know Ms. Raynor." Jesturing towards the woman, he spoke again. "We were just having a little chat, where were we again? Oh thats right, what can I do for you Ms. Raynor?"
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Post by Tamis Raynor on Jul 12, 2007 13:27:46 GMT -5
A hand came in contact with her shoulder and it was a measure of her remaining control that she didn't whip around and hex its owner. For her own morality, she was glad she hadn't. The voice was familiar even if she hadn't heard it for a good six months. Raynor had not been aware that Ben London had wanted to be an auror. A dread filled her, however. Tamis had never had to contemplate cursing on of her former students. The idea didn't sit very well with her.
But the old lout domineered her attention, smiling as if she had asked him for a luncheon over tea. Ms. Raynor. That hit as a blow, and even with every part of her screaming to kill the man and be done with it, she still wanted to correct him with a "Mrs. Gallaudet." Now she legally couldn't. It only succeeded in further riling her.
"If you're a subscriber," she growled, "then I've saved myself the trouble of having to explaining it to you."
Aware of Corrion entering the room, Raynor paid the conversation little heed, her knuckles turning white around her wand. The hand on her shoulder slid down to clasp her wand hand. Again, every instinct shouted at her to get rid of the restraint, and still she did not act, keeping her gaze locked on the Minister. She knew by now that she wasn't leaving this room a free woman. Knew it as soon as she entered the Ministry. The rookies in the room she could dispel easily, but Corrion was a different matter.
The hand was still restraining, however lightly, her aim. Lightly, but with purpose.
"The first course of action, London, is to make sure that trying to restraining a suspect, especially a potentially dangerous suspect, will not further endanger your potential victim. Especially if that victim is already held at wand point." A helpful addition to the training lesson in progress or a subtle warning? Perhaps both.
Her wand arm shook beneath Ben's grip. Self control was slipping rapidly away. She would not actually kill the Minister. Any of the senior aurors knew her abhorrer for killing. The rumors surrounding her entrance to the Auror Force had been quite vivid. But she did contemplate turning him into a rather large slug and leaving his slimy behind unconscious for a few weeks at Mungos.
"We were just having a little chat, where were we again? Oh thats right, what can I do for you Ms. Raynor?"
Anger boiled again. Words were chosen with care; spoken as if any one of them could light up the room with Killing Curses. "You were just about to explain to me why your government saw fit to scratched defense from the curricula, you son of --" She clamped her mouth shut, chest rising and falling far more rapidly than it should have been. "Those students need to know how to defend themselves. War is on our doorstep and YOU'RE SIZING NOOSES FOR THEIR NECKS." She hadn't realized she had been shouting until her voice echoed back at her.
Mentally scrambling for her last sliver of control, she held onto it by a fingernail. "How can you leave them defenseless!? Another Fudge in the making. You sacrifice what really matters for the public favor."
Raynor tried to take a step toward the man, forgetting that the Auror-in-Training still had a decent grip on her. "Let me go, Mr. London. Don't make me force you to." It was calmly delivered; too calmly.
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Post by Wallace Thornbrush on Jul 12, 2007 14:15:55 GMT -5
He sighed, the woman just didn't get it. This wasn't about the children, it was about revenge. And he wasn't taking out a class that couldn't be taught in other subjects. Half the time the spells overlapped anyway. Yes they wouldn't get as much of any of the subjects, but really it would save money, and they wouldn't be completely cut. "Ms. Ra... Mrs. Gaulladet. Please understand, we are preparing for war. And to prepare we need to make some cuts in places that aren't completely necessary. Defense as you well know can be taught in other subjects like Charms, and Transfigurations. We can then use the money given to Defense Against the Dark Arts, to up the training in our Auror and Hit Wizard training programs."
That wouldn't quell her temper however and he was well aware. Instead she continued to get worse and worse, now threatening the auror-in-training. "Mr. Corrion I would suggest you call in some more aurors now. Everyone knows that shes got an anger management problem, and I would prefer if she was removed from my office." He said such with a wave of his hand as he headed slowly to the wall. As if to find a book to help him with his paperwork.
All of this was of course a mockery of Raynor or Gaulladet. She knew this, he knew this, the aurors probably knew this. However he was the man in power, and he would remove her at all costs. Plus what better revenge on Hogwarts for hiring the man he so politely threw out? This would put the school in disarray, and who would have to save it? The Ministry of Magic, led by Wallace Thornbrush himself.
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Jacob Corrion
Ministry of Magic
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This is the war that never ends...it goes on and on my friends....
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Post by Jacob Corrion on Jul 12, 2007 15:08:03 GMT -5
Oh what he would do for a case of good firewhiskey and a fifteen minute break. The conversations, as well as the situation were spiraling out of his control and his nearest support was two floors up and too biased to move. The sit-rep was far worse than London could ever describe and between his actions and Thornbrush's unshutable mouth it was only doomed to further such. Maybe he should have retired, then he wouldn't be stuck in this sort of conundrum. He couldn't help the woman and bring about a coup, but he honestly was about as afraid of doing his job as London was--even if it was for entirely different reasons than the young lad's own.
Minister's at the wand of an old friend, trainee acted brashly without orders...words escalating...situation escalating...course of action... His thoughts trailed dead into verbalized speech as Corrion slowly drew his wand and regretfully pointed it toward his long-time comrade. "Mr. London, do as she says and slowly step back toward me, you're out-classed and at the moment unarmed. I was not asking your action I was asking for your brain." The auror paused long enough for the boy to comply and Corrion to take a few slow and cautious steps forward. "Tamis. I'm only going to tell you once. Lower your wand and give it to me."
On the outside Corrion's posture was that of a statue, his voice firm, this was his element, this was what he was trained for. Inside however he was regretting every acton he was performing, he knew what he had to do but doing it meant depriving not just Hogwarts but the wizarding community of a vital defense piece. It was these rare moments tha the hated his job, Tamis Raynor was no wizarding world scum nor any sort of criminal. However, her actions at present were setting up a long and arduous battle for everyone in and around the quaint but overdecorated office.
Subject: Tamis Raynor. Threat to others: Dependent on anger level. Current threat posed: High. Overall situation conditions: Perfect.
(Pardon the god mod Mr. London, but I doubt you would have refused to comply)
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Ben London
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Post by Ben London on Jul 21, 2007 7:59:04 GMT -5
Ben didn't need to be told twice to get out of there. He let go of Raynor and stepped back into the safety of being beside Corrion. Pale-faced and breathless, Ben stood and watched as Corrion did his job and tried to talk Raynor out of it. He watched as the Minister spoke to Raynor and his stomach dropped. She was telling him to back off as well, and he'd let go right away so there was no need for him to be told anymore. He wouldn't be near her again so no one needed to tell him to let go. Even if he wanted to, Ben's hands probably wouldn't even work anymore. Right now, his hands were just locked by his side.
The situation going on in front of him was somewhat like a train wreck. Ben didn't want to look anymore, but he couldn't tear his eyes away. Around him, he just realized how many people had gathered and were watching Raynor threatening the Minister and Ben figured he might as well do something useful. "Alright, there's nothing to see here," Ben called to the crowd, glancing nervously over his shoulder or Corrion in case he wasn't supposed to be doing this, "Everyone back to their daily business, please. Come on, let's go."
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Post by Tamis Raynor on Jul 24, 2007 17:03:16 GMT -5
The hand holding her released its grip, the knuckles of her wand hand regained their fleshy color as she relaxed her hold. Eyes still remained locked on the Minister, now roaming the room without a care in the world. The heart in her chest pounded so hard that it was surprising that it had yet to escape. Just one well aimed curse was all it would take. She could move quicker than Corrion. It would be done before he attacked her; which he would, but it would be done.
"Tamis. I'm only going to tell you once. Lower your wand and give it to me."
It might have been the familiarity surrounding the use of her first name that did it, but it brought back from the killing edge. However tempting it might be, the repercussions would be disastrous. For the students most of all. And, for the newly found organization. The tip of her wand lowered to the floor, she might have actually given it to Corrion if not for the next words.
"Ms. Ra... Mrs. Gallaudet. Please understand, we are preparing for war. And to prepare we need to make some cuts in places that aren't completely necessary... We can then use the money given to Defense Against the Dark Arts, to up the training in our Auror and Hit Wizard training programs."
Sparks issued from the tip of her wand, scorching the richly decorated carpet. If she had not lowered it, they most certainly would have their desired target.
Reigning in her anger, she snapped control over her magic and tried to draw a steadying breath. Of course, the Minister would know about her surname. Simple matters of divorce were not worthy of the Minister of Magic's attention. No doubt, hers had been shoved under his nose. Raynor was well aware of the possibility that the Ministry was tracking her; this was just proof of it.
"That is codswallop and you know it," she growled back in response to necessity of Defense's obliviation. "They need practical application of spells not just learning them. Has your mind been muddled concerning the War that took place not ever a decade ago?"
Chest rising and falling with carefully selected breaths, Raynor added "Remove me, but reinstate the class. You're going to need a lot more aurors, Thornbrush. I'm not leaving here until you do." The unspoken threat was there. Was it enough? Probably. But Raynor meant every word. She was not leaving until her student's safety was assured; not willingly.
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Post by Wallace Thornbrush on Jul 25, 2007 13:22:36 GMT -5
((I thought you did correct him, I read it wrong cause I'm dumb...))
Wallace had pretty much ignored the woman as she spoke, it annoyed him that she was still in his office. He'd have her arrested, but that would recieve tons of critisim, he needed her to do something first. He smiled at her brightly waving his wand and grabbing the cup of tea he had just conjured. "Mrs. Gallaudet when you feel like scheduling a meeting, and come here without intent to kill I'll be sure to see you."
The fact that Raynor had just threatened to stary in his office till he reinstated Defense almost made him laugh. She just didn't seem to get it, she wasn't in charge here and she never would be. "Mr. Corrion, I would please ask you to remove Mrs. Gallaudet out of my office, and off the Ministry premises. Because you see, this is a democracy, but I will be damned if I allow protest in my office. Protest all you want outside the building, try the ally im sure people will pay attention there." Was the Minister pushing it? Yes, but what would they do he was the Minister not her.
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Jacob Corrion
Ministry of Magic
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Post by Jacob Corrion on Jul 27, 2007 14:09:04 GMT -5
Not leaving until she got her demands met, well this turned mighty sour right quickly....pity. Here he was hoping comradely could numb all wounds. Oh well, good luck wasn't exactly entitled to him like his pension was so really he should never have expected much in the first place. The woman had her wand lowered, a step int he right direction however as long as she was armed she was still incredibly dangerous and the Minister certainly wasn't helping in any logical fashion he could see.
"Minister as your only real source of decent help right now I respectfully but highly advise you to shut your mouth and let me do my job without you making the situation worse than it already is sir." Oh yes, the man had ruffled Corrion's feathers as well, primarily because he'd made what could have been an easy and 'petty' argument into a vaguely critical hostage situation. He hated critical situations, or at least ones where all parties were present, armed, angry and living.
"Mr. London if you're still there, kindly return to the Department's floor and fetch Phillips for me?" Phillips' shift wasn't until seven in the evening and he knew the man wasn't there however this situation was now beyond something he could use for instruction. It now carried risk of injury and life and was thus no place for a trainee's stupid and potentially fatal mistakes.
"Tamis. Your wand...before you do something you'll regret." His wand was still aimed at her as now he couldn't even begin moving it. To do so would give her control of the field and, well policy said one didn't negotiate with hostage takers or terrorists. Right now he was pretty certain Tamis Raynor was nothing more than angry however impressions and looks were quite deceiving--especially when she knew how to fake them. Chances simply couldn't be taken anymore.
Where was that case of firewhiskey?
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