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Post by Beatrice 'Bex' Margret Fey on Jan 31, 2013 17:02:42 GMT -5
Beatrice thanked Merlin, as she waited in line, that she had enough sense to come to the Ministry an hour before the time her appointment, with the new Minister, was scheduled. It has been a week since the 'beloved' Minister of Magic Kingsley died, and things have definitely changed within the Ministry since then. Like, for example, the only way you could enter the Ministry is if you had an appointment, or you worked there, no one was allowed in unless they had a reason to be there. If you worked there you had to answer a series of five questions to ensure that it is actually you before you were allowed in, as well as if you had an appointment (you would give them a few facts about you before the appointment was actually granted). It was such a long tedious process, but a necessary one, and Bex actually found herself admiring them for finally wising up, it was about time, though she was almost certain that this wouldn't last, as soon as the New Dark Lord won or was defeated these defenses would go away. They were all idiots.
Nevertheless Bex didn't voice this opinion, rather she kept her mouth shut as she was finally allowed to walk across the threshold and into the Ministry itself. Even as she walked in the building she could feel the difference one death could make. The air felt heavy as the workers shuffled back and forth wordlessly, and if they did speak their voices sounded heavy, almost defeated as they went about with their day to day activities. She repressed an eye roll as she walked towards the secretary’s desk and asked for Mr. Master's, the new appointed Minister of Magic. She had heard of Mr. Master's occasionally when she walked in and out of the Ministry, she knew very little about him, which irked her, but didn't bother her enough to ignore the appointment, not that she ever would.
Beatrice was told to take a seat while he finished up his next appointment, and she did as she was told. She set her briefcase on the floor and looked around her taking everything in.
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Post by dominic on Feb 4, 2013 5:57:16 GMT -5
Dominic couldn't believe he was now the Minister of Magic. Why him of all people? He had never imagined that they would kill Kingsley but even in his wildest dreams he had never thought he would get this job. He was the youngest in history and felt very under prepared even though he'd been helping the man run it for the past couple of months. He knew everything about it, every flaw and every perfection. He had changed things he had always wanted to change but he was so busy and run down. He had no idea how the older man managed it though he guessed he had never had to deal with his won assassination.
He had meeting after meeting, problem after problem and interview after interview. Nobody seemed to be able to do anything without running it by him which pissed him off immensely. They could all still do their jobs, they didn't need his okay for that. Over time, once this had died down he would continue with what he had been doing which was going over the entire Ministry. However now, since he had this job temporarily at least, it meant he couldn't continue with his other job. His face was too well known, too recognised. He would probably never be able to return to being a spy which was hard for him since he had loved the job so much.
He stood, smiling politely and shaking hands with the man he'd been talking to. He nodded and walked around from his desk, opening the door for him as he walked out. He looked at the chair and his eyes narrowed slightly at the blonde woman. He knew her family, everyone did. The Fey's would never allow themselves to go unknown. Of course he also knew that practically every member of the family had a job which was illegal. Which was why he had been surprised when he had gone through the Minister's most private and secure draw of things that her name had been there. He had called for a meeting, wanting to know more.
"Beatrice Fey, if you'll come inside." He said, a polite smile on his face though the spy in him was itching to just knock her out. He knew she would be up to know good if she was anything like her brothers. Of course the family was practically untouchable though. He shut the door behind her and walked over to his desk, sitting down and opening the file of which her name was on. He had a slight idea of what she did but he wanted the full knowledge. He lent back in his chair, feeling this was slightly less formal than the rest of his meetings since he had a feeling it wasn't going to be as legal. Since Kingsley did it however, he knew he wouldn't exactly feel bad for using it.
"I found this file with your name on it, hidden in his most private files and I was curious as to what the Minister would need from a Fey. I trust Kingsley however so if you let me know of what exactly your services are, I'll let you know whether or not I'll be needing those services any time soon." He said, getting straight to the point, not bothering for small talk like he did with most others.
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Post by Beatrice 'Bex' Margret Fey on Feb 25, 2013 22:50:52 GMT -5
Crossing her legs, ankle to ankle, Beatrice Fey began to lightly tap her foot against the tile floor as she glanced at her watch, he has one more minute to go before the meeting starts she thought to herself, her irritation growing with every second that passed. Kingsley, as daft as he was, wouldn’t have kept her waiting this long, which was the one thing she admired about the man, his punctuality. She watched the beautiful blonde woman at the front desk as she filled out some paperwork that looked boring beyond belief. After watching the blonde for a couple of seconds, Bex came to the conclusion that she must have bit vela in her, not just because of her looks but because of how the men in the room were looking at her.
Biting her lip Bex watched as the big hand hit the twelve, this was getting ridiculous. If Mr. Masters was tied up with a meeting, or something as equally as important he could have sent her a note saying he was going to be late. It was just common courtesy. Then before the second hand had a chance to make it to the twelve the door opened and a man with whom Bex didn’t know, walked out as Mr. Masters poked his head out calling her inside.
Smiling slightly, Beatrice stood up with her briefcase in her hand as she walked passed him and into the Minister’s office. ‘I believe a congratulations are in order Mr. Masters,’ She says not bothering to sit down; instead she looked around the room taking in everything that was new in the room, which was almost everything. My, my, my looks like somebody didn’t waste any time, she thought to herself as Mr. Masters began to speak. She turned towards him and smiled as she glanced at the file before looking back to him, wondering for a moment what was in the file. Not much probably if Mr. Masters called her in for a meeting asking about what she did.
Raising an eyebrow she smirked about his comment, knowing very well he would need her whether they liked it or not, ‘Oh you’ll most definitely need my services Mr. Masters,’ Bex says as she walks towards the open chair in front of his desk, ‘Most likely sooner than you and I would like,’ She says as she sits down not bothering to hide her dislike for him, just like he wouldn’t hide his dislike for her, but this was business and she would keep it that way. ‘Fey’s Communication Firm is a business that deals with making situations disappear. We are hired to help keep a certain image alive, Mr. Masters, good or bad. Because believe it or not people do some pretty horrific things, in the name of, ‘well it seemed like a good idea at the time’, when in reality they could lose everything they have if word got out about what happened. So we pay people off to never speak of the situation ever again. Whether it be an affair, an illegitimate child, or murder,’ Bex said a knowing look crossing over her features as she starred at the man in front of her. She knew exactly who he was, having heard his name a couple of times from the lips of many people. ‘Or an Auror mission gone terribly wrong. I either pay the person to go away, or pay them to tell a whole new story, one that the person involved and I agree upon, and just like magic, everything is fixed,’ Beatrice said with a business smile as she waited for a response.
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