Under the cut you’ll find the first task of acanthiawalkrp! It’s about the monthly check in on the occupants, referenced here, and you can answer it in whatever format you like - self para, bullet points, yadda yadda; as long as you answer all questions in character! It doesn’t need to be all dialogue. Do some character development and exposition, and above all, have some fun! Don’t forget to tag all posts with aw.task and please like this once you’ve seen it.
It’s time for the monthly check in on the residents of 8 Acanthia Walk. Every month an official representative from the R Program is sent to the building to conduct a thorough evaluation of the state of the building itself, and of its occupants. Initially, they sent the same person every month, thinking that a familiar face in every individual interview would put them at ease and perhaps turn into new information, details useful in the capture and conviction of war criminals. When that approach proved fruitless, the ministry decided that a harsher approach should be taken. No representative has been seen twice ever since. Like all before her, the woman gives them no first name, and refuses to treat them by theirs anyway. Mrs. Macdonald arrived two minutes before the hour scheduled, which they’d all been warned about a few days in advance, so that all would be present.
She walked slowly through every corridor and apartment, never touching anything, but as a bold reminder that they weren’t simply tenants there, but under government vigilance. They could walk into their houses whenever they pleased, and only they could dictate who was in and who was out. In all of nearly two years since the program was turned into a reality, no occupant had been forced out after a monthly check in, but Mrs. Macdonald repeated often how that could very well happen.
The empty flat on the ground floor was opened and she got a different notebook, although the other one was almost filled with notes from her walk around. In the empty living room with a conjured table and two chairs, cold and with a musty smell, individual interviews happened. Those too were mandatory. One by one, they always came in, some interviews lasting a handful of minutes, others sometimes almost an hour. The questions didn’t change much from month to month, but stories were confirmed and contradicted, details could slip up and there were quick judgments of character, wellbeing, adaptation and moral shift.
Mrs. Macdonald comes to the door and calls another name, barely giving a glimpse at the young people in front of her. They were all told to wait there. Your character’s name is called. She has the chair ready, and her quill didn’t leave her fingers. She eases them in at first. “How are you feeling? How’s your job?”
“Do you feel integrated into society? A job, a house. How do you think you’d fare outside of the R Program?”
“Have you, in any way, been in contact with known war criminals? Or, to the best of your knowledge, have the other residents in the past or currently been in contact with known war criminals, shown any desire to attack muggles or muggle-sympathizers? Have they joined any suspicious groups?”
TO NON DEATH EATHERS - “You’ve seen the destruction Death Eaters have brought upon our society. Were you now given the chance to join them, regardless of what their outcome was, but simply focusing on their beliefs, would you? Or do you consider yourself a changed person?”
TO DEATH EATERS - “Your presence here is the sign of the benevolence your actions didn’t show. If I’d brought in a relative of one of the many permanently injured or murdered by Death Eaters, what would you say to them? Would you hide your mark?”
Mrs. Macdonald unfolds a newspaper clipping on the table. It’s the newest update on the secret group that has been worrying the nation - in the past few weeks, it was learned that some ex-Death Eaters yet to be arrested have been trying to create a new group to continue their previous work, and have been preying on young people, left vulnerable from the war: they lost fortunes, families, jobs. The residents of Acanthia Walk would be a perfect match. “I’m sure you’ve heard about this. Do you think anyone in here would be susceptible to this? What would it take for them to convince you to join them?”
She then reads to them some details of past interviews, trying to find new details that have been overlooked. Soon after that, they’re sent their way and another name is called. Mrs. Macdonald leaves with a thin smile and long notes.