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A small chuckle falls from his lips, it’s warmth almost reaches his eyes, “Tell her she needs an appointment,” he jests back, “– she doesn’t get special admittance just because she’s young and under five feet, if word got out I’d have Goblins of the Gringotts committee barging through my door in a minute.” Terry looks down at his desk – it was cluttered that’s for sure, but he knew where everything was even in this mess. But still, perhaps Daphne was right. “Someone?” Terry says with a tsk, he raises his wand and flicks as he mutters an incantation. Every book, pen, and parchment aligned back into it’s proper place, “– don’t tell me you do all your tidying manually. That sounds utterly exhausting and…muggle.”
‘What ifs’ are the questions that have kept Terry’s career afloat all these years, and here is where he contradicted with Daphne. It was a ‘what if’ that lead to the creation of the Technomagical Initiative, and that was getting the Ministry of Magic somewhere. “We cannot be naïve or idealistic in such matters, we must look at it from all angles. Your heart is in the right place, but the Ministry of Magic cannot afford a financial or moral assault at this stage.” Terry pauses, “Unless, for the compensation problem, we don’t commute sentences already passed and the new laws only apply from the date passed. That keeps both the integrity of the Wizengamot and our treasury intact.” It is harsh, but strategically sound – thought he could already feel like disappointment pooling within her, and his words reflected off of Daphne and back onto him with how heartless and cold he sounded. “Another option is we allow the incarcerated to appeal their sentences to be tried again, but under a no compensation bylaw.” Still, Terry stands his ground firmly, “Besides that, my point is that decisions will have to be made regarding this, a committee would have to be formed and ratified by all sitting members of the Wizengamot. I’m assuming the Liberal Magical Party will want to lead here… my concern is that your party’s ambition for progressive policies overshadow the need of the situation.” At her statement a small thin-lipped smile graces his face, “Don’t be too hard on the old guard, Daphne. That may be us before too long.”
“Alright, who?” Terry asks pointedly, he needed names and ranks to see how much this want for change and reformation had taken root – and to measure if it was in fact a cause to get behind. “You’ve been in this Ministry long enough to understand how the wheels turn, and they turn slow if you don’t grease them properly. Change can be accomplished – this muggle technology fiasco is a testament to how being stagnant only hurts us – but it must happen in increments, especially this, otherwise it will overwhelm the court.”
“Oh I think your secretary would just let her pass,” Daphne smiled. “She’s a bit soft I think, she would just pretend not to see her and suddenly you’d have her in your office,” knowing her daughter she would as well. She’d find a way in anywhere. “Since when did you get bothered by goblins,” just the thought amused her. They weren’t the friendliest she would admit to that, going to the bank was always a nightmare.
Watching as he tied his desk she had to laugh “Since when did you know householding spells. Terrence Boot doing the cleaning. No I don’t, I’ve never dusted in my life. My parnets still have elves in their hosuehold. Some won’t give up their old traditions. I’m teaching my daughter to put away her own things though. I don’t plan on keeping them,” that was a fact. Household spells would have to do. Not even in Paris, they had someone do it for them.
Listening to him she nodded at his words. They of course would never fully agree, but she had to admit there were truth to what he was saying. They didn’t have the money to give everyone a compensation, but they could maybe do something else. “I can see how they either getting released or having their case looked at again is something. I’m just worried that the pool of new courtcases will cost more than we can afford,” she was far from oblivious to the amount of money things cost. Compensation and court cases cost money. Just like in the muggle world. Perhaps more.
Scoffing at the world comittee “You and I know one will never get anywhere. It just drag on and on until they either run out of time or jst decide it’s not worth it,” she had already aired some ideas to Shacklebolt, and she knew she would gain support among her own part at least. Smiling as he asked for names she shook her head “I won’t give you any names just of now. I have to talk to the right people in my party first,” otherwise it would be buried. “I’ll notify you as soon as I have a list of people I know will support it,” looking behind him out the window she didn’t understand why just other offices were their view. “This machine already runs slow enough as it is. I don’t think more grease will help here....” she sighed “In truth my office isn’t safe anymore. I found some damage to the lock of my desk. Someone clearly wants whatever I keep in there and I can’t take them home with me. That’s why I’m not giving you a list. I don’t want to cause toruble for anyone.”
