Kingsley Shacklebolt

Leader of the Liberal Magical Party. Your Shadow Minister: Diligently serving Wixen Britain in Opposition.

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Character Development Challenge - 001. Character Playlist:

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I’ve added extra songs along the same themes but see the selection for the challenge below:

A song that encompasses your character’s essence while they were attending Hogwarts - Restless Year // Ezra Furman :

“I set up camp in the centre of town

Ready for freedom when it all comes down

Snapping my fingers, walking around

I'm the dusty jewel in the thrown-out crown

[…] And when you catch my coattails I'll be miles away.”

Kingsley may have attended Hogwarts decades ago, in the Seventies, but he still reminisces occasionally. Back then, things were a simple black and white - or Dark and Light. Tensions were not as severe as they would be during the First Wizarding War, however, and while Kingsley intended from a young age to become an Auror, he had few political aspirations. Upon graduation, he entered into the DMLE as an Auror-in-Training, and this song encapsulates these periods in his life.

Their feelings towards the (Battle of Hogwarts) Second Wizarding War and its aftermath - An Apology // Future Islands:

“Tethered to finding a rope

We walk in precarious ways

And go alone at night

To Misery’s Bed.

You find me awake in a dream

Scream in the dark, so it seems

Or is that just how it leaves?

The shadows I cast now a breeze.”

Kingsley lived - and fought - through two Wizarding Wars. These took their toll on him as they did everyone else. He recalls with ease the tension and fear of those time periods, and thinks about the many innocent lives lost. Fairly or not, he perceives the Wars to be the fault of an elite pureblood faction of society, more afraid of change than they are war. Though these wars were decades ago now, Kingsley works to this day to combat the Front’s gaining power and influence, albeit unsuccessfully, but this remains one of the motivations for his nominal support for the Granger Ministry.

Major or Pivotal Life Event - The Vampyre of Time and Memory // Queens of the Stone Age:

“Who are you to me?

Who am I supposed to be?

Not exactly sure

Anymore…

[…] Does anyone ever get this right?”

Kingsley struggled with his ideals when his party, the WRP, breathed new life into his own past legislation. With the passage of time and the benefit of hindsight, Kingsley feels he judged too harshly and punished too severely during the Dark Trials. He would never question guilty verdicts made under his regime - he maintains justice was served on the right parties - but instead began to feel that summary execution may have been more humane than due process when the result was life in Azkaban with Dementors for company: a fate worse than death.

The enactment of the Granger No-Contact Statutes lead Kingsley to question the morality and motivations of some of his party members, and eventually to his switch to the LMP. That Kingsley had forced his own subjective and relative morality onto an entire political faction and expected it to fit didn’t occurred to the idealistic ex-Auror.

Essence in the Present - Year in Review // The Black Keys:

“Why you always wanna love the ones who hurt you?

Then break down when they go and desert you?

No, oh no, it’s so hard to let ‘em go.

And watch ‘em scatter when you start asking questions

Like why we always in the wrong direction?

Shame, such a shame

But you’re doing it again.”

Now, Kingsley struggles with a new role, a borrowed manifesto it is down to him to champion, and the ghosts of past relationships with various parties he has damaged with his over-zealous idealism. But who else but Shadow Minister Shacklebolt could fill these shoes?

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kngslyshckleblt​:

The Shadow Minister smiles almost genuinely as Terry seats himself. He had missed Terry’s company. The two had been on opposite ends of the table before, when Terry worked for MACUSA. The dynamic had changed since last Terry had sat opposite him, but it wasn’t an unfamiliar one. 

Upon request, Kingsley produces a teaset, black and white with a simple design. He always makes his own tea, a habit from his Auror days. Better not to drink something not made before one’s eyes, he had often told recruits. It was a true then as it was now, and besides, the action gave Terry time to speak - and time, Kingsley hoped, to reveal why he was really here. 

“Greener? Perhaps. I will admit, my soul is lighter now that I am where I need to be, where I belong.” The insinuation is clear: Kingsley still feel strongly that the Liberals is where most of his former friends - no, coworkers - in the Reformists belong. He finds it painfully ironic that he, a pureblood, has spoken more powerfully in favour of Muggleborns, lately, than the Minister for Magic had - at least in his humble opinion. 

“It’s good company, Terry. I’ll admit, the issues they championed were not those that I considered crucial during my tenure as Minister. But, I have aged, and learned. I had singular focus back then.” Kingsley pauses, remembering the many souls he had committed, deservingly, to Azkaban. Deserving or not, however, it weighes on him still. But the moment passes, and Kingsley is reminded that there is business to attend to. “Now, I can throw myself into making sure progress - the right sort of progress - is made.” 

Heating the water with a flick of his hand and a moment of intense focus on the wandless magic, he ponders Terry’s statement on friendship. He nods in agreement. The statement is true, after all. Friendship can foster progress, but Kingsley feels that it can also hinder it. Cutting ties had been difficult, but necessary for the greater good. Whether their amiability would lead to progress remains to be seen. It had not led to the progress Kingsley had wanted for Terry recently. 

Having submerged two teabags, Kingsley leaves them to brew and turns his full attention back to Boot as he mentions the Techno-Fair. So this is why Terry is here. “I regret that I was not there in person. I was otherwise occupied that particular day, which was unfortunate. Besides, my presence may have needlessly politicised the whole thing - while, as I am sure you know, the Liberal Magical Party supports the Initiative as a potential solution to the needless necromancy of the Shacklebolt No Contact Statutes, the Fair was a WRP event. Indeed, Muggleborns United did enough politicking as is, and they more than made clear various issues one could comment on. I simply expressed support.  

Kingsley passes a cup to Terry, knowing approximately the strength at which the other took tea, along with milk and sugar for the man to use to his taste. He had prepared his first, of course, so that he could immediately take a sip. It was customary for Kingsley to assure his guests that the tea was, of course, safe to drink. He didn’t care for sugar, but had taken a spoon nevertheless, for the same reasons. “As always, I remain surprised that the Americans never did turn you to their coffee. I do stock a little, you know? I remain fond of tea, but coffee was a useful tool in an Auror’s arsenal.” 

Having said his piece, and made a few points, Kingsley takes a second mouthful of too-sweet tea, and allows room for his old mentee to respond. Privately, he reconsiders that particular association - Terrence Boot was no mentee anymore. He had his own political clout now. That had been a recent rude awakening, too. 

Lighter? Terry gives him a tight-lipped smile, it’s all he can do to avoid rolling his eyes; such an instinctive gesture, and yet barred to him now. Kingsley is not a man you scoff at. Leaning forward and Terry takes the cup of freshly-brewed tea into his hands. “You’re a bigger man than most; to come to terms with your own conscience.” Terry remarks neutrally, but at tinge of bitterness edges in his voice. In their world, it was better not to have a conscience. No amount of repenting would absolve a politician of all their sins, for they were often too deep and too many. And the Liberal Magical Party certainly wasn’t going to grant him absolution. After all, no matter which party you turn to, all are rampant with the same disease of greed and power which taints even the most noble of causes. Terry knows Kingsley is not naïve, just hopeful, but in politics they are often considered one and the same.

“I have no doubt that the causes championed by the Liberals are worthy of attention,” Terry starts, carefully measuring the sugar before adding it into his cup of boiling tea and next the milk, “The removal and rehabilitation of Dementors from Azkaban has been a topic for quite some time now that all three parties, though on varying levels, agree upon.” Terry stirs his tea gently, bringing his eyes up to meet Kingsley’s with a holding gaze, “Your statement was refreshing, at least we agree that there are  topical measures that require this Ministry’s more immediate attention.” The International Statute of Secrecy doesn’t uphold itself, the Wizarding Reformist Party’s efforts in Great Britain and Ireland have and still do. And all the while the Liberal Magical Party has been walking the fine line between condemning them and supporting them. He knows his old mentor’s belief system rests firmly on the idea of the greater good. Where possible, goals should be achieved without causing harm. But if the positive effect of a goal outweighs the consequences of getting there, Kingsley is known to be pliant (or at least he was). Sitting before him, Terry is witness and example.“I have a proposal for you; something that helps both of us push for the right kind of progress.”

 “They did for a couple years,” Terry admits, blowing down into his steaming hot cup, “– out of their own incompetence. I’d rather drink poison than what the Americans call tea.” Finally, he takes sip. Ah, just perfect. “But I am an Englishman, and nothing beats a good cup of English tea.” 

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Kingsley smiles easily at Terry’s resolutely British attitude to taking tea. His smile is a little more forced upon catching the slight bitterness in his voice - tightly restraint as it is. Kingsley doubts Terry understands how much simpler the world is once one can ignore the greyness of everything. Being handed the reins of a party that already had its own beliefs and goals meant adapting to their culture. While stances the Dementor issue vary along the political spectrum, and Kingsley’s personal beliefs on the issue might depart from Party lines, he has no reason, and no space, to think for himself on complex issues any longer. No issue is murky now that Kingsley must embody his party to ensure their support, and strong and bold statements along LMP lines were easy to make. Being bound is surprisingly freeing.

“A bigger man? Perhaps. However, I have the impression that a reckoning with one’s consciousness is simply an aspect of ageing. It is one will all must face. Some face it on their deathbed - I have simply moved the meeting forward.” 

“Simple, black and white political issues aside, political relationships are far more tangled…”, Kingsley muses to himself, as Terry mentions his statement. Dividing issues based on voter base, and targeting certain groups, was easy. Everyone knew what each Party brought to the table. The Reformists no longer representing the more radical Muggleborns - and the Liberals had manoeuvred to claim their support. Instead, the Reformists now represented the status quo, Kingsley feels. By protecting the International Statute of Secrecy openly, they had given the LMP a foothold - but this foothold is precarious at best. Kingsley knew he needed to strike a careful balance between standing out from the Reformists as an alternative, and not allowing the Government to collapse and go to the Dark by not offering enough support. Each decision must be weigh against the Greater Good - supporting Muggleborns United was an easy example, as it undermined the Reformists as well as the Front. 

With this complex web of morality and pressures held firmly in mind, Kingsley does his best to feign only mild interest as Boot mentions his proposal. He is unsure if he succeeds, as Terry knows him so well. They both knew that their little dance of formalities and barbed complements was a game of chess, and Kingsley now has to think four or five moves ahead. It probably shows: in the end, Kingsley had been an Auror longer than he was a politician, and he isn’t quite as graceful at political manoeuvres as Terrence Boot. But, Kingsley would offer his best - and his best had been enough to see him as Minster for a decade. Kingsley leans back in his seat, and strokes at his chin. He resists the urge to cross his arms - a classic defensive posture. No, instead, he would show himself to be thoughtful, and open to dealing with Boot. “As I said, Terry, I always have time for you. Speak your mind.”

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kngslyshckleblt​:

Kingsley Shacklebolt felt the same as he ever did: busy. He was as busy as he ever was, he told those who asked, on the occasion that he found the time, and the heart, to speak to colleagues outside of his new Party. And this was true, in a strange new way. So many new goals, and so many new players. When one left a political party in which one was a prominent member - Minister for Magic with their support, no less, for over a decade - everyone was a new player. Dynamics, relationships, goals, feelings - everything changed in an instant. It was a busy new world, and Kingsley worked tirelessly to keep afloat. 

Yet for all that changes, some things remain the same. Kingsley could not help but feel uplifted, to a degree, at seeing Terry Boot at the door. Here was a man he had worked with for many years, both across the pond, when he was with MACUSA, and directly in the Ministry - and closely at that. Shacklebolt knew Boot, he felt. He had taken him under is wing when he had arrived first at the Ministry, after all. 

Simultaneously, though, watching Boot walk into his new office had left him as downhearted as uplifted. Terry was, as always, as smooth as  a polished broom, calm and collected as could be. Only his years of politicking had Kingsley matching the small smile he was greeted with. In reality, the two men were not as cordial as they once were, no longer similarly minded, Kingsley feared. Terry had refused to leave the Reformists at his behest, after all. Perhaps Kingsley did not know him as well as he thought he had. 

Conflicting emotions put Kingsley on edge. However, there was another real concern, old friendships aside. Boot was competent. Kingsley found it unlikely he was here for pleasantries. The time for that was past, and stiff nods in the hallways had been the extent of such between them since the Switch. No… Terry was most certainly here to dance. Terry spoke. 

“I hope I’m not interrupting anything important. Shadow Minister has quite a ring to it, and an office to match. You know I didn’t ever properly get to congratulate you on your new position.”

“I will always have time for you, Terry. Please, take a seat”, Kingsley speaks, his voice deep and slow.  He gestures to a chair. “I’d offer you a tour, but there isn’t much to see.” His office was not as big as it had been before, but certainly fit for purpose. His salary had increased substantially since his Auror days, and he had grown accustomed to certain comforts. The chair he offered now was cushioned, the office, better lit and warmer than his equivalent as an Auror. But back then, appearances like these hadn’t mattered as much. Auror Shacklebolt hadn’t minded. Shadow Minister Kingsley could have gone without, but then, why should he?

“If you mean to congratulate me now, I will thank you kindly, old friend…” He steeples his fingers, watching Terry with a wry smile “…assuming, of course, you are here in friendship, rather than an official capacity? I have been know to confuse the two on occasion, as I’m sure you know…” There is an edge to this statement, one not entirely intentional on Kingsley’s part. Drawing a line between professional and personal relationship was something Shacklebolt had done all too often, since moving from the Reformists to the Liberals. It had to be done, but it was unpleasant. Kingsley would acknowledge that doing so with Terry had been particularly unpleasant, for both men, he felt.

  Terry lowers himself into the armchair, meeting Kingsley at eye level. “Those words are music to my ears. Remember them the next time I’m knocking at your door to discuss boring old policy.” Terry chuckles softly. He glances around the room once more as the plush cushioning of the chair pressed into his back, “I won’t pester you for an office tour, though I may pester your for some tea.” he comments lightly, an indicator: this meeting isn’t a short one. Despite being the newest major player to enter the halls of the Wizengamot, judging from the decor the Liberal Magical Party had a few pretty Galleons to spend. This wasn’t just any old dusty office, it housed a man many in the Ministry, including Terry, regarded as a legend. “But all in all, the grass looks to be greener on the other side.” He says slowly drumming his fingers against the chair’s armrest, “How are the Liberals treating you thus far?” 

At Kingsley’s remarks, Terry’s lips curve into a small smirk, “Why can’t it be both?” He gave up separating the personal from the professional a long time ago. It doesn’t work like that when it comes to politics – your relationships with people, good or bad, are everything. Terry never goes anywhere without purpose, he considers it to be productivity potentially wasted. He’s somewhat flattered that Kingsley remembers, “In our line of work, it becomes difficult to separate the two, I agree. But friendship fosters progress and understanding in these uncommon times, especially friendships across the bench.” Terry spies today’s edition of the Daily Prophet folded to the side of Kingsley’s desk, “I must have missed you at the Techno-Fair last week.” he remarks, meeting Kingsley’s gaze. A lot had happened since the event, they had a lot to talk about, “– your passionate statement to the press yesterday made it seem like you’d witnessed the protest youself.”

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The Shadow Minister smiles almost genuinely as Terry seats himself. He had missed Terry’s company. The two had been on opposite ends of the table before, when Terry worked for MACUSA. The dynamic had changed since last Terry had sat opposite him, but it wasn’t an unfamiliar one. 

Upon request, Kingsley produces a teaset, black and white with a simple design. He always makes his own tea, a habit from his Auror days. Better not to drink something not made before one’s eyes, he had often told recruits. It was a true then as it was now, and besides, the action gave Terry time to speak - and time, Kingsley hoped, to reveal why he was really here. 

“Greener? Perhaps. I will admit, my soul is lighter now that I am where I need to be, where I belong.” The insinuation is clear: Kingsley still feel strongly that the Liberals is where most of his former friends - no, coworkers - in the Reformists belong. He finds it painfully ironic that he, a pureblood, has spoken more powerfully in favour of Muggleborns, lately, than the Minister for Magic had - at least in his humble opinion. 

“It’s good company, Terry. I’ll admit, the issues they championed were not those that I considered crucial during my tenure as Minister. But, I have aged, and learned. I had singular focus back then.” Kingsley pauses, remembering the many souls he had committed, deservingly, to Azkaban. Deserving or not, however, it weighes on him still. But the moment passes, and Kingsley is reminded that there is business to attend to. “Now, I can throw myself into making sure progress - the right sort of progress - is made.” 

Heating the water with a flick of his hand and a moment of intense focus on the wandless magic, he ponders Terry’s statement on friendship. He nods in agreement. The statement is true, after all. Friendship can foster progress, but Kingsley feels that it can also hinder it. Cutting ties had been difficult, but necessary for the greater good. Whether their amiability would lead to progress remains to be seen. It had not led to the progress Kingsley had wanted for Terry recently. 

Having submerged two teabags, Kingsley leaves them to brew and turns his full attention back to Boot as he mentions the Techno-Fair. So this is why Terry is here. “I regret that I was not there in person. I was otherwise occupied that particular day, which was unfortunate. Besides, my presence may have needlessly politicised the whole thing - while, as I am sure you know, the Liberal Magical Party supports the Initiative as a potential solution to the needless necromancy of the Shacklebolt No Contact Statutes, the Fair was a WRP event. Indeed, Muggleborns United did enough politicking as is, and they more than made clear various issues one could comment on. I simply expressed support.  

Kingsley passes a cup to Terry, knowing approximately the strength at which the other took tea, along with milk and sugar for the man to use to his taste. He had prepared his first, of course, so that he could immediately take a sip. It was customary for Kingsley to assure his guests that the tea was, of course, safe to drink. He didn’t care for sugar, but had taken a spoon nevertheless, for the same reasons. “As always, I remain surprised that the Americans never did turn you to their coffee. I do stock a little, you know? I remain fond of tea, but coffee was a useful tool in an Auror’s arsenal.” 

Having said his piece, and made a few points, Kingsley takes a second mouthful of too-sweet tea, and allows room for his old mentee to respond. Privately, he reconsiders that particular association - Terrence Boot was no mentee anymore. He had his own political clout now. That had been a recent rude awakening, too. 

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CLOSED STARTER FOR @kngslyshckleblt

Date: November 16th, 2020

Setting: The Shadow Minister’s Office, Ministry of Magic. Following the disaster that ensued at the Techno-Fair and its aftermath, Terry pays his once-upon-a-time mentor Kingsley Shacklebolt a visit to help smooth over party-relations.

   The fact is this: calamity is inevitable. The last few months have been politically gruesome, especially for those part of the Wizarding Reformist Party. The Techno-Fair was meant to be a break in the cycle, like a whale swimming strongly to the surface for a breath of fresh air. Instead it proved to be absolutely disastrous, in the words of the Daily Prophet. The Muggleborns United protest slinged mud at the Technomagical Initiative which would be a tough stain to remove. And to make matters worse, a theft had occurred right under their noses. And yet here he was unbothered. Or as unbothered as a man like him could be — contingency plans already percolating, letters to prominent MWs being scratched out in his mind. But there’s only one person who can help calm the storm, even if he’s one of the players rippling the tides. Terry knows what he has to do, he knows who he has to meet. 

Preservation is an art form, a learned skill one must master. On the surface, Terry was as he had always been: an icicle, a human carved from stone, given mortal thought. Inside… he is his own enigmatic beast, a quandary few truly understand - even fewer knowing how to circumnavigate. But for one mind to be intertwined with another brings understanding; Kingsley Shacklebolt used to be one such mind. Terry reminds himself of this as he walks into the Shadow Minister’s reception. He’s never taken a meeting with Kingsley here, in his new office. Before all appointments with Shacklebolt were on neutral or WRP-territory. Times were different now, but it wasn’t long before that they were on the same side. Shacklebolt’s secretary nods him in signalling that he is unoccupied. Terry gives the hardwood door two carefully measured knocks before entering. 

“I hope i’m not interrupting anything important.” He says stepping in and greeting his old mentor with a small smile. “Shadow Minister has quite a ring to it.” Terry says, looking around the office space, “– and an office to match. You know I didn’t ever properly get to congratulate you on your new position.” It was the truth; ever since Kingsley’s departure from the Reformists and Terry’s failure to follow, they have become somewhat estranged. 

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Kingsley Shacklebolt felt the same as he ever did: busy. He was as busy as he ever was, he told those who asked, on the occasion that he found the time, and the heart, to speak to colleagues outside of his new Party. And this was true, in a strange new way. So many new goals, and so many new players. When one left a political party in which one was a prominent member - Minister for Magic with their support, no less, for over a decade - everyone was a new player. Dynamics, relationships, goals, feelings - everything changed in an instant. It was a busy new world, and Kingsley worked tirelessly to keep afloat. 

Yet for all that changes, some things remain the same. Kingsley could not help but feel uplifted, to a degree, at seeing Terry Boot at the door. Here was a man he had worked with for many years, both across the pond, when he was with MACUSA, and directly in the Ministry - and closely at that. Shacklebolt knew Boot, he felt. He had taken him under is wing when he had arrived first at the Ministry, after all. 

Simultaneously, though, watching Boot walk into his new office had left him as downhearted as uplifted. Terry was, as always, as smooth as  a polished broom, calm and collected as could be. Only his years of politicking had Kingsley matching the small smile he was greeted with. In reality, the two men were not as cordial as they once were, no longer similarly minded, Kingsley feared. Terry had refused to leave the Reformists at his behest, after all. Perhaps Kingsley did not know him as well as he thought he had. 

Conflicting emotions put Kingsley on edge. However, there was another real concern, old friendships aside. Boot was competent. Kingsley found it unlikely he was here for pleasantries. The time for that was past, and stiff nods in the hallways had been the extent of such between them since the Switch. No… Terry was most certainly here to dance. Terry spoke. 

“I hope I’m not interrupting anything important. Shadow Minister has quite a ring to it, and an office to match. You know I didn’t ever properly get to congratulate you on your new position.”

“I will always have time for you, Terry. Please, take a seat”, Kingsley speaks, his voice deep and slow.  He gestures to a chair. “I’d offer you a tour, but there isn’t much to see.” His office was not as big as it had been before, but certainly fit for purpose. His salary had increased substantially since his Auror days, and he had grown accustomed to certain comforts. The chair he offered now was cushioned, the office, better lit and warmer than his equivalent as an Auror. But back then, appearances like these hadn’t mattered as much. Auror Shacklebolt hadn’t minded. Shadow Minister Kingsley could have gone without, but then, why should he?

“If you mean to congratulate me now, I will thank you kindly, old friend…” He steeples his fingers, watching Terry with a wry smile “…assuming, of course, you are here in friendship, rather than an official capacity? I have been know to confuse the two on occasion, as I’m sure you know…” There is an edge to this statement, one not entirely intentional on Kingsley’s part. Drawing a line between professional and personal relationship was something Shacklebolt had done all too often, since moving from the Reformists to the Liberals. It had to be done, but it was unpleasant. Kingsley would acknowledge that doing so with Terry had been particularly unpleasant, for both men, he felt.

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NAME: Kingsley Shacklebolt

AGE: 60 (1960)

GENDER: Male (he/him)

SPECIES: Wix, Pureblood 

OCCUPATION: Party Leader for the Liberal Magical Party; Former Minister for Magic; Former Auror.

ALLEGIANCES: Pro-Government; Liberal Magical Party. Muggleborns United (allegedly).

Having been Minister from 1998 until 2019, Kingsley is embroiled in the political sphere at this stage. The years after the Second Wizarding War were a difficult time for a younger, more idealistic Kingsley. Now, over twenty years later, he has lost some of the drive and can-do attitude he once had. Back then, the answers were simple - everyone wanted the Dark Lord’s supporters punished, and if he was the instrument of that retribution, he had no complaint. During the Dark Trials, and between 2001-2003, he saw over 40 Death Eaters or sympathisers locked away in Azkaban.

In hindsight, the weight of the suffering endured, by his hand, under the Dementors of Azkaban weighs on Kingsley. He has little sympathy for Death Eaters, but after 2012’s near incarceration of Muggleborns for contact with their world, and use of their native technology, Kingsley took a step back and reconsidered.

In 2019, a jaded Shacklebolt stepped aside to allow Hermione Granger into his role. To his horror, Granger ignores his advice regarding the Non Contact Statutes. When the Granger No Contact Statutes (GNCS forthwith), Shacklebolt renounces Granger, the Statutes, and the Wizarding Reformist Party. He joined the Liberal Magical Party and rose to becomes its head.

Today, Kingsley aims to achieve specific goals that he feels are important for the good of Wixen society. Where before, he was focused on the fallout of the War almost exclusively, from Opposition he will champion smaller causes that he feels are ignored.

KINGSLEY SHACKLEBOLT is TAKEN. This character is written by RYTHES, and played with JIMMY JEAN LOUIS.

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Congrats, Rythes! You have been accepted to IMPERIA for the role of Kingsley Shacklebolt (FC: Jimmy Jean-Louis). Rythes, you’ve done a fantastic job bringing Kingsley to life in our verse. We are so impressed with your characterisation and how much of the existing lore you’ve incorporated into your application. Kingsley is such a complex character with so many layers (especially with all his years in politics) and you’ve got him down to the tee. We cannot wait to see Shadow Minister Shacklebolt in action! Please send in your blog in the next 24 hours and be sure to take a look at our New Member Checklist. Welcome home, we’re so excited to have you join our family!

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