[b]Heads of Department Meeting[/b] [i]10:37 am[/i] [i]"and that is why I feel cauldron thickness remains a priority even in these difficult times" [/i] The speakers voice was a monotonous drone, glazed looks spreading like a disease. Bloody fools, he wondered if they had these meetings just to waste his time, to occupy him and allow the old guard to stick their heads in the sand for one more blissful day. Had they forgotten that people were fighting and dying outside these walls..precious time slipping away as they sat there... did they not know their ministry was failing around them? Even Potter knew it.... the previous evenings conversation still lingered in the back of his mind and his lips pursed as he ran a hand through his hair. The boy was petulant and ignorant, not knowing how easily a community could loose hope, not knowing how difficult it was to chase shadows in a guerilla war. What did he expect from him? He felt anger flare.... earned respect... he had been fighting dark wizards since whilst Saint Potter had been soiling his nappies. Nevertheless he regretted it...his temper had always been held on a loose leash yet he needed the boy. The world believed and this was a war no man could win alone. Not even Dumbledore had survived his.... wrath... it had taken betrayal but still he been cast down. A dry reedy cough was enough time for him to interject, his voice taking on a dangerous steely edge "and how many men would you have us employ in this war against leaky bottoms, Archibald" The buffoon before him did not notice the stony glare and he looked down at his notes missing the suddenly nervous glances of his neighbours. "Minister I believe..." his voice died as Scrimgeour plucked the notes from his wizened hands and shredded them before his eyes. "Get....out" growled Scrimgeour his attention turning to the remainder of the room even as the old man shuffled from the table "Does anyone have anything pertinent to add to the discussion?" he continued pretending to ignore the indignant slam of the door... impressive force for an old boy. " I do, Minister" came the oily voice of Thicknesse from the other end of the table. Scrimgeour gave a wave of his hand settling back in his chair with a fleeting glance at Thicknesse eyes sliding across his greasy hair without a thought. Something made him pause, suddenly uneasy, senses unused but never forgotten bringing him to combat readiness. He had hardly seen the man over the last few days, his skin had a dull greyish sheen and for some reason Scrimgeour couldn't quite see his eyes. Then he looked up and Scrimgeour suddenly realised the 10 other heads still sat round the table rose as one, 11 bodies in perfect syncronization... puppets dangling on a string 11 snakelike smiles and the same voice missed through 11 separate mouths "We wish to discuss your resignation minister" Outside his office he heard a woman screaming ___________________________________________________________________________ [color=0072bc][b]OOC[/b] [i]Billy: 10:37am[/i][/color] At some point during your missives you feel the need to get up, maybe coffee calls you, maybe conversation or maybe you just can't stand the site of that bloody script any more. Your halfway to the door, when you hear Lisa's voice "Bobby... what the fuck do you think your doing, point that...." You stiffen, combat ready before you hear a muffled word in a harsh cruel voice. You can hear movement outside. loud bangs but above all you can hear Lisa screaming, ear splitting screams, unforgivable screams. You pull your door open and you can see the office is suddenly in chaos, desks have been turned over, people are unning, people are screaming, the flash of curses... a hex goes astray sending anti death eater pamphlets and suddenly you can't quite tell what's going on as their is a sudden snowstorm of paper. You find your eyes drawn to Lisa, eyes wide and bulging she is hanging as if strung up by her breasts chest pulled out, back arching in agony before a man who looks fascinated as if happily considering when she will snap. The man is someone you will recognise ... perhaps someone you've trained, a friend ,an enemy, someone... its up to you who but we all want to know... you send a curse flying at him enraged and Lisa drops to the floor, as you he reacts with a sinuous grace to deflect the curse. He definitely didn't have that talent before and you eye your opponent up the source of his new found pleasure and predisposition suddenly obvious as you see dead glassy eyes, imperious curse... are you wary... angry... sad... annoyed at yourself for not seeing this before? Either way your hesitation gives him a single moment and he places his wand to his own throat and you hear him whisper "Morsmordre".... a serpent of black smoke begins to unfurl from his mouth... a sign everyone knows uncoiling to float above the office. The dark mark hovers above the office.... death eaters have infiltrated the ministry a second time. [i](fyi happy for you to duel the guy if you want and open it up for the kill and try to strike but leave your post open ended as to the result...) [/i] [color=ed1c24][b]George: [/b] [i]10:37[/i][/color] You're chatting with Caroline... thanking her for her help.... I think not (feel free to use old posts is need be).... when words reach your ears, hushed by the door between you and the office but still distinctive "Mors Mordre" you react instantaneously reaching for the door handle, Caroline only a hairs breath behind you even as screams burst from the room down the corridor even as the door explodes outwards and you find yourself knocked backwards buffeted against the wall even. People are flooding down the corridor towards you, people fall, people run into each other and inside the room you can hear cries, shouts, jinxes rocketing off the walls people still flooding outwards even as you see flashes of light burst overhead. Then there's a shout and a body falls.... you have to act now... [i](slightly smaller because we have an idea of how this will go... as above you can duel the imperiorised but don't finish him)[/i]