[b]Heads of Department Meeting[/b] [i]10:38 am[/i] Their voices hung in the air, fixed smiles on their faces, snakelike leers glaring at him. All 12 moved at once, 12 vipers lunging wands flashing but Scrimgeour was quicker, so quick it felt like they were moving slow motion> He loved the fact that he was a wizard, loved it even more that he was a powerful wizard but so many people forgot that hands were just as good for something and were often faster then drawing your wand. A thud and he pushed down, placing all his weight on the table the opposite end flipping up sending papers spiralling into the air, even as curses thudded into the wood behind, splinters cascading around him like shrapnel. His wand was in his hand and he sent the table flying backwards behind him hearing shouts and cries as wands were thrown from hands and a grunt as it crashed bodily into somebody. He didn't waste time admiring his handiwork, he just ran. Perks of the minister, meant he didn't need to run far a flick of his wand and a door appeared before him bursting open to reveal the inside of a janitors closet. Doors anywhere but no control over anything beyond the floor it came out.... bloody irritating if you asked him but any port in a storm. Throwing himself through the doorway he slammed the door shut on 12 voices echoing "Don't go minister... just give us Harry Potter..." _____________________________________________________________________________________________ [color=ed1c24]Billy OOC[/color] Your litanies make several others around you begin the same but you notice that they only copy the defensive protections and not the offensive litanies. A frustrating thing about the British, a relentless focus on defense but not on offense. It's an issue you've encountered throughout your dealings with the ministry. In front of you a man is dealing with his head wound and you can see more aurors and hit wizards streaming in from other offices on the floor, more bodies being dragged, the prisoners being taken to seperate offices hog tied and wandless. There seems a grim determination about them, men cleaning up vermin but struggling to come to terms with the vermin being in their own homes. The second floor is set up like a spiders web. The central common area where the support staff sit then 4 legs off the centre, each leading to a different department (with a central common room for each department at each end. A 5th leg runs to the elevator. You look past the gathering in front of you down the corridor. It runs straight for about 100 meters, then a right angle then straight for another 200 meters to the elevators. At the end of the 100 meter corridor you can see 2 witches and 1 wizard, peeping round the right angled corner only for the corridor to light up with flashes of gold and red. The wall behind the figures is covered with scorch marks your brought back to the present "I'm sorry gov." the mans face was a pale bloody mask and he gripped Blackwell's hand pulling him closer, his voice horse. You can tell that even being heavily outnumbered and now highly wounded, the true pain is letting them down. Their is true loyalty to Blackwell possibly through Scrimgeour. " Me and Dav tried to hold them off but they hit hard at the elevators. They knew what they were doing, those in here were a diversion, send people running screaming give them time to set themselves up. They were letting support staff through, stopping us from getting a clear shot. They've got barricades just round that corner and their dug in." Blackwell's voice is a growl "You did all you could, they have us bottlenecked, they're trying to stop us reaching the minister" he turns to you running a hand through his hair "this is your sort of shit right...take a look tell me what you think" He moves away "Someone get me the fucking portraits" You move over to the three figures at the corner of the cover. Even as you peak out curse fly, alot of curses. Firstly you need a way to see round that corner, the curses are close enopugh to prevent you from a proper look. When you work out how to see round corners describe, what you see, you can really make it up as much as you want, the basis is you've got a makeshift barricade halfway down the corridor with somewhere between 5 and 10 wands poking out, enough to melt your charms before you get 5 steps. Offices either side but no way of knowing on face what's in the offices. Have they laid traps? Can you find out? Make a plan and propose it to Blackwell who is staring impatiently at 3 empty portraits. ------------------------------------------------------------ [color=0054a6]George[/color] There was something in his voice, something that told her she didn't want to see this, that she couldn't see this. His touch was tender but firm, guidng her round til but she kept her eyes shut tight. Not trusting herself not to look round. He knew there was something she couldn't handle in that room.... there was only one thing that could be. Proof she had failed, failed to protect them. She knew that was stupid but still she couldn't stop the tears were running down her cheeks, their faces flashed through her mind in a twisted montage of smiles and happy laugher. George's voice was sharp, trying to force her away "I need you to go find an Auror. It doesn't matter who, I can't deal with him-" It's not my job "He needs securing somewhere, ideally where he can't hurt anyone." She had to know "Who is it George... I won't look just tell me who it is" [i]I think we will have to collab this, getting Caroline from the room will not be easy but she will go eventually, I also have an end for the conversation. Give me your start of the george post and I will give you Caroline's responses :) [/i]