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Post by crowe on Apr 29, 2009 9:52:58 GMT -6
It was evening as Oliver apperated into hogsmeade he walked quickly and with a well balanced stride as he made eye contact with a few and greeted some people he knew as he passed. He knew his way well enough through this town since he used to frequent it a lot as a student and as a graduate. His eyes fell upon the sign of the pub while he allowed him self to enter… All voices stopped for a moment as the guests turned and stared at him blankly… Normally Oliver would be bothered but due to the recent events and the story the Daily Prophet posted of him and calling out the Department of Justice he was used to rumors and odd looks. That fact he was demoted two ranks was also well known yet the true reasons were really only known within members of the department…
It was all politics… The media puts pressure on the departments and the departments buckled under the pressure… People who knew Oliver knew he was not a traitor and those who he allowed into his mind… Well actually he allowed Harry into his mind found enough proof to allow him to keep his job… Good man that Mr. Potter… He thought. He saluted her and then slipped into a seat at a round table that had been reserved he sat across from her. Before him was a woman who appeared a little older then him and he could recognize her from the department. He was wearing his heavy black leather duster with his grey button up shirt under it. For pants there was a normal pair of black slacks and a pair of dark brown hiking boots.
” Evening… Captain Nyght.” He said in his normal quiet yet strong voice as he fell silent again. ”I have started getting new fan mail recently… Mainly parents worried of the welfare of there children if they allow a traitor to teach their children. Gotta love the prophet…” He said in a rather sour manner and his tone was filled with sarcasm. He fell silent again as one of the employees asked what he wanted to drink. He just ordered a simple butter beer and gave her several coins. He fell silent again as he heard some nearby whispers about him. ”I am right here you know… No need to talk behind my back… Its unlike I am going to cut off any of your heads or anything…” He said quietly as the pub fell silent for several moments as he looked back to Parish shaking his head gently and resting his forehead upon his right hand.
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Post by parish on Apr 29, 2009 11:05:14 GMT -6
A soft smile grazed her full lips as her children grasped, and awed at Hogsmeade. It was a rare treat for them to go here, and love doing so. Max had one more year before he was to get his letter from Hogwarts. He already showed potential of being a great wizard with all his questions, and kind heart. It was a miracle that he did end up like her with the lack of a father. Will... her dear Will. Her right hand clenched her left ring finger, the wedding band was still there, even after eight years after his death. How could she move on when just his name hurt her so? Or even looking at her children took a piece of her soul each day?
Aurora began to tug at her dress pants with her large green eyes, begging to go to the local joke shop. It would be a good thing, hopefully the meeting would not take too long. Kneeling to her daughter's height, Parish dug into her black leather purse and pulled out a few galloens and placed them in her child's hand. "Now, don't spend all of that on pranks," she softly said with honey in her words before facing her son, "If I am not at the shop when you leave, I will meet you at Honeydukes, darling, okay?" Aurora giggled before taking her elder siblings hand's to drag him to the joke shop. Why wasn't her husband here? Max last look at her made her want to break down. It was always to sad, so painful; it was almost saying sorry, or forgive me.
Taking a last linger look at her two children and a wave, Parish stood and turned down the street. This was not a pleasure trip. There was a reason why she was here in this place. The lieutenants and her were meeting here, much to her displeasure, but Potter was her boss. Damn asshole. Did he not know that weekends were for her children, not work? Her low ponytail swept the back of her pressed ivory blouse as the head captain shook her head.
After a few minutes passed, the woman reached the meeting place. The Three Broomsticks. She groaned before shifting her purse on her right shoulder. God, did she hope that few people were going to be here. With some force, the head auror shoved open the door, and waltz right in. Quick; that is all she needed to worry about. In and out. Her brown eyes wandered around the place, but it seemed she was the first one here. Shit! Why did feel this was going to be a long meeting? Placing her right hand to her head, she began to massage her head. Sure people were staring at her. Who would not be if you saw a woman almost five foot eleven storm in? She sure as hell would.
With her dodging ability, the woman weaved her way to a table in the corner area of the tavern. She took a seat facing the door and placed her purse beside her. Next she pulled out three folders. Her first lieutenant Anthony Baird, younger by a few years, but was just as reliable as any man; her second lieutenant Oliver Crowe, another younger man who shot through the ranks at speeds unknown, but got demoted due to pressure of society, and her own case file, which was only fair. They knew each other, but there needed to be trust among them, and she needed to know who she was dealing with here.
The sudden wave of silence brought up Parish's curiosity, so she raised her head from the files. So one person was here, now where was Tony? Oliver stood there, standing out like a duck in a flock of swans. They were not being very secretive about this meeting were they? Watching him salute her, she nodded in recognition. She was now of higher rank than him... which felt somewhat awkward, but it was deal-able. The woman watched as he took a seat in front of her. Captain? She scrunched her face as he greeted her. "Merlin, Oliver," Parish rolled her brown eyes, "You of all people should know that I hate being called by my position by people I already know. For Merlin's sake, call me Parish. Anything else will cost you, okay?"
His complaints about the 'fan mail' he received recently just hit her buttons a little too much. And then back talking the audience was just not doing it for her. "Look," Parish sighed before placing the folders on the table. "I could care less about what other people are talking about, Olly. I could care less if Potter walked right in this place naked. Right now, it is about work. Other people's opinion's do not matter. If they have an issue with how the department is handling this case, and the protection of their children, they need to take it up with Potter, not you, and hell not me. Now," she pushed the her file as well as Tony's to the man in front of her. "You are my second lieutenant. Tony Baird is my first lieutenant. Yes, I know we all know each other's background, and sad depressing story, but these files are useful to understand how each one of us works. Potter allowed me to choose who is working with me, and you needed a safety net with you situation. The other auror's came by choice, and I could careless as long as they follow orders from me, and their superiors. Got it?"
She was not a fan of lecturing, but the mother wanted this to be over with. Placing her head in her hand, Parish began to massage her temples. Olly was a good person, righteous head-strong, leader material here, but he was not thinking when he turned his own family in. No evidence with his family along with a dead father. Of course they were going to strike back. Sighing, the woman muttered, "Can I get something strong, for Merlin's sake?"
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Post by crowe on Apr 29, 2009 13:09:40 GMT -6
Oliver sighed softly as she spoke and was handed a butter beer by the woman who worked there. As Parish continued to talk he popped off the top of the bottle with his thumb and took a swig of the beverage. Immediately he felt familiar comfortable warmth enter his body while finally taking in a deep breath. Raising his eye brow about her comment of a safety net. ”I do not need pity… I just do my job… I got demoted because I did my job and also I am way to young to call it a day and retire…” He said quietly while falling silent again… He knew all about Parish how she got he rank the whole works. He knew actually a lot about the other Aurors who worked for the department.
”Also Parish you won’t need to worry about insubordination from me… I am no Cadet fresh out of training. Besides I have no reason to disobey your commands and I cant see any reason for me doing such in the future…” He added while taking another drink and flipping through one of the folders that was pushed in front of him. It was of the new First Lieutenant. ”I already know a bit about him… So how will we be being stationed for the Platform 9 ¾ trip back to school. I know our priorities are to ensure the safety of the students, the safety of the head mistress, and lastly the safety of the school grounds unless I am missing something.” He said while reaching into his pocket pulling out a small ink bottle, a quill, and small leather bound note book.
He then opened the note book jotted down the date and looked back to Parish. ”Also how will we be handling the media incase of an event… Personally I want to continue keeping my sister off of the grounds. She causes to cause problems everywhere she goes and I would much rather less problems coming upon the school grounds. Honestly its Hogwarts things that bring public attention happen every so often.” He said as he took another drink of his butter beer. He was hoping she would say we keep the media off of the campus. The more media attention brought more trouble for the Department of Justice.
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Post by parish on Apr 29, 2009 18:46:22 GMT -6
The woman scoffed at her colleague idea of pity. She had no pity for anyone, but the man was good, and he needed to stay in the field. Who else would take a man who was considered a traitor among the public? She was considered to be mentally unstable after the incident with Amy Goldridge, but that was seven years ago. Most people have forgotten about that…expect her. “And who said anything about pity here, Olly? I won’t care if you had a fetish for dogs at the moment, even though I would question why the hell are in you in the field. You need a job in order to stay in law enforcement, and trust me, no one else wanted you because of that incident. I picked you because you were once my boss, who I detested for giving me way too much time off, and you are good at your job. There. The past happened; it is over,” she growled between her teeth. Her fingers drummed on the wooded table. Where the hell was Tony? Her eye wandered to the clock that rested by the talking boar’s head. Whose sick humor was that again? He was late. Tony knew she had a thing for people being on time for these kinda of things.
Parish just rolled her eyes, and groaned as Oliver stated he would follow order. He better well damn do, or she was screwed. Not only was she putting her neck on the line with this guy, the head captain of protection of Hogwarts was in the spotlight of the media. “And I am glad you will follow. Why else would I pick you?” the mother of two muttered into her calloused hands. Note the sarcasm in her voice. Mumbling and chatting began grow in the background. Good, people were focusing on other things beside the two people in the corner. “It is the Auror-in-Trainings that worry me, not you.” She was not in the mood for this meeting. Worry about procedures, and defenses seemed rather irreverent at the moment. Lacking their first lieutenant, it was pointless to talk about these kind of things. Raising her head from her hands, she looked at the man across with a look of ‘I cannot you are talking,’ or maybe closer to ‘Will you please shut up?’ Yeah, that seemed to fit her mood at the moment.
A waitress put a glass of fire whiskey in the table, in front of the woman Auror. She needed something much stronger than whiskey at the moment, but her kids came to mind before she could ask for something more. Going back to the kids drunk or tipsy would not be a good course of action. Flashing a half-hearted smile, Parish went back to listening to Oliver’s complaints, and procedures. Did this guy ever rest? Well, he was a grad from Ravenclaw, so there is a reason why is so he is wind up. What was the point of talking about their jobs without Tony there? Look, she was happy, ecstatic that this brooding man was ahead of the game, but come on. There was no point without Tony, who should be here now. It was just going tiring.
“Look, Olly,” Parish flashed a half smile before snapping at the man, “I know you want to do this with full force, it is how you work. But without Tony here, I would rather not talk about it. So either, shut your trap and drink you butterbeer, go find Tony, or change subject. Personally, I am not in the mood to be here. My children are wandering around without me on a day that was supposed to be one of my days off, so I am on the end of my candle here. I gave those files to look over so you won’t talk much, darling. I truly am glad you are getting into this, but please, wait for Tony to get here before we talk about what we are going to do about the Hogwart’s issues. It is rather pointless without him here.” Reaching for her fire whiskey, the twisted her head sharply, removing any stray strains of light brown hair out of her face. She took a quick swig of the beverage, letting to scorch her throat. Merlin, how many times did she drink herself to sleep when William died eight years ago? Or when Mark and little Amy died? Thank whatever powerful source that her children could not remember such things.
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Post by anthony baird on May 1, 2009 22:09:35 GMT -6
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It was a cool night as Anthony Baird apparated onto High Street in the wizarding village of Hogsmeade. It was one of the few times he'd been back since graduating Hogwarts. He felt a little bit ashamed, since it had been almost a decade. Surely other alumni had made their way back more than he had.
Taking in the crisp early autumn air, a small smile played on his lips as he made his way towards The Three Broomsticks. He was here for a purpose, not to sight see. He was going to meet his new boss -- and the infamous auror, Oliver Crowe. Tony wasn't going to pretend that he didn't know some of the details as to what happened with that one, but he certainly didn't know the whole story. Even if the rest of the meeting turned out to be typical, it had the draw of being personally connected to the man the Prophet had deemed a traitor to the government. It would be interesting, to say the least.
As he made his way through the people on the street, he made a quick assessment of the area -- a habit he hadn't been able to shake from his years as a trainee. He was dressed quite plainly in denim jeans, a plain dark t-shirt, black trainers, and a worn leather motorcycle jacket that had once belonged to his grandfather. It was a careless sort of ensemble and Tony couldn't honestly say he'd given it much thought when he'd dressed that morning. Now, however, he almost regretted not making better choices in his clothing. Who knew what sort of impression he would now make on his new comrades-in-arms? His hair was a little less careless as his clothing, as he'd been thoughtful enough to run a come through the dark locks before leaving his apartment. Not that it mattered much now, as he had a bad habit of running his hands through it when he was agitated or bored. And he was frequently the latter.
Finally reaching the pub, he shouldered open the door and ducked inside. He paused a moment in the door way to get his bearings of the place and let his eyes adjust to the dimmer light. It was Crowe that he spotted first, having seen the man's face plastered all over the papers for the past months. He supposed that the well-dressed woman across from him was Nyght, though frankly he was surprised. There were few women aurors that he'd met in his time and most of them were, well, less feminine than this woman was. It was best to withhold judgment until he'd actually met her, of course. He wasn't that dimwitted as to assume that just because she looked like a house witch and should be shuffling kids around that she was any less capable than he. She was put in the position of captain for a reason, obviously.
Stopping by the bar on his way to their table, being already late, and ordered a drink. As the man slid a small glass of Firewhiskey across the bar top towards him, Tony dropped a galleon on it to pay for the drink. Taking a sip of the amber liquid, he crossed the rest of the distance between him and the table. "Captain," he said, giving a nod towards the woman. He was uncertain of how she cared to be referred to and he wasn't going to take the chance of pissing her off right off the bat. "My apologies for being late," he continued, pulling out one of the chairs and sitting down. Lounging carefully, he took another sip of his drink before setting it on the table in front of him and shrugged. "There was traffic." It wasn't, perhaps, the best thing he could have said but Tony was nothing if facetious. It was a fault of his age and ingrown sense of pride.
"So what did I miss?"
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Post by parish on May 4, 2009 21:23:05 GMT -6
Hearing Captain, Parish wanted to be able to rip someone's head off. Raising her head from Olly to the man standing. So Tony did not forget. Typical Gryffindor. Her chocolate gaze stayed on the new comer until he took a seat by his comrade. This was probably one of the main reasons the woman never got along with Gryffindor students, even after school. Ninety percent of them were just too cocky and prideful for her taste. "Glad you could fit us in your busy schedule, Tony," she smirked with a hint a spite. She wanted to scream bullshit to the younger man's face, but that was not going to do anyone any good, correct? Except make her feel better about the situation.
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