As Kingsley put his hand on Mary’s arm, her heart began to beat a little faster, and she looked up at him shyly, as touched by his words as she was by his obvious desire to comfort her. She was overcome with a sudden urge to throw herself into his arms, to let his strong arms wrap around her and make her feel safe.
That is what it was about Kingsley, Mary suddenly realized. He made her feel safe.
“And are you one of those people?” Mary asked without thinking, looking up at him, her tone a little breathless.
Kingsley felt his breath catch in his throat as Mary looked up at him, completely disarmed by the way she was looking at him. If he hadn’t known how he felt before, he certainly would now. He thought he might be in love with Mary MacDonald.
“Of course I am,” he replied softly, his voice a little shaky from the sentiment that he was too afraid to share with her. It was crazy, really. They knew each other well, had worked together in the Order for a while now, but to say that he loved her? Kingsley knew how it sounded, but he couldn’t help it. There was something about her that had caught his eye from the start, and for once, Kingsley had allowed his heart to run away with itself, uninhibited by his brain.
“Oh,” she said, her face relaxing and nearly looking apologetic. “Sorry, thanks,” she said, running a hand through her hair. “A bit, why? Obvious? Kingsley right? I think I’ve seen your face on the posters with the whole Vote For the Future slogans.”
“I wouldn’t say obvious, just...noticeable?” Kingsley couldn’t help the tilted end that signaled he was unsure of whether what he had just said could be considered rude. “Yes, Kingsley.” He blushed slightly at the mention of the posters, embarrassed. The slogan hadn’t been his idea, but he supposed it was a good one. “I’m sorry, what’s your name?”
Kingsley strode through Diagon Alley a couple days after the disastrous Lestrange fundraiser (and the not so comforting events that surrounded their interrogation of Ted Tonks). As an Auror, he was asked to head an investigation into the events at the manor, which was equal parts amusing and annoying, and as an Order member, Kingsley’s main thoughts and priorities were elsewhere. It was a McKinnon who had killed James Potter. He was fairly confident now that it wasn’t Marlene or Sebastian, which left Alexander or his parents.
Kingsley didn’t know the McKinnons well, but it struck him as shocking that Alexander would have been the one -- he had always seemed so tame. From the way Kingsley had watched Alexander and his father interact, it seemed that the oldest McKinnon sibling didn’t do anything unless his father told him to. But maybe Alexander Sr. was a Death Eater and dragged his son along with him? It was a possibility. In fact, it was the only possibility that made any sense, now that Marlene and Sebastian could be counted out.
Kingsley was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he didn’t see the wizard who was coming out of the door of Florean Fortescue’s, where Kingsley was currently passing. Knocking headfirst into the man, Kingsley nearly knocked them both to the floor, and he reached out a hand to steady them both before taking stock of who he had just literally run into.
“Regulus! Sorry, mate.” Kingsley knew Regulus through his brother and his relationship with Helena. He knew that Regulus had to play neutral for the sake of not blowing Helena’s cover, but Kingsley also knew that Regulus helped the Order as much as he could, so the two had crossed paths many times before now. “I should have been watching where I was going more carefully.”
Mary looked up to meet Kingsley’s eyes at his words, and smiled without thinking twice about it. It really seemed like he understood her, and as unnerving as that was from anyone that wasn’t Remus, Sirius, or Lily, it also made her feel an emotion that she couldn’t quite name, but she knew that she felt it mostly in the region of her stomach.
“You’re right,” she replied softly, not breaking eye contact with him this time. “I just…sometimes I feel like I’m not cut out for this whole war thing. I know that we have to fight back, but…is there really any fight in me?” Mary didn’t know where all of these feelings were coming from – she was used to fighting for the people that she loved, but ever since James had died, Mary felt like the fight had all been knocked out of her, and she mostly just wanted to lie down and hide.
Kingsley stood and moved closer to Mary, overcome with a desire to comfort her in some way, to touch her. Anything that would help her to not feel so down. “Oh, Mary, I know that you have so much fight left in you. It’s just that -- well, this war is prone to kick us all down every once in a while.” He remembered feeling a similar way, when his parents had been killed.
“And the important thing is that you don’t have to fight this alone. You have people who will stand and fight with you.” And Kingsley wanted to be one of those people, even though he knew that she already had enough people in her life. He wanted to be anything to Mary MacDonald that she would let him be.
Mary moved forward with the kettle, topping off Kingsley’s mug of tea before making her way back to where she stood, depositing the kettle back to the stove first. It made her nervous to be much closer to him, especially with that gaze that seemed to penetrate through all appearances.
As he spoke, she looked up in surprise. He really did seem to see through everything, even her excuses. “I’m happy to serve the Order,” she said, her voice quiet, not entirely sure why she was so hesitant to tell him her real feelings. She knew that Kingsley would understand, and didn’t think that he would think less of her because of it. And yet, she felt somehow exposed, and it made her uncomfortable. Usually only Lily was able to see her this clearly.
Kingsley felt a twinge of sadness that she didn’t trust him with the truth of how she was really feeling. It bothered him more than he’d like to admit, that she seemed so skittish around him sometimes. He just wanted her to feel comfortable, to consider him to be one of the people that she could confide in.
“You can be happy to serve the Order and not agree with every mission at the same time,” he said softly, his eyes still gazing at her intensely. “The fact is, Mary, you’re a healer, not a destroyer. You know how to fight, but you revel in building the world, not tearing it down.” His voice was gentle, almost timid, unsure of whether it was really wise to be speaking these words, but wanting to reassure her, wanting her to know that he didn’t look down on her, that he understood.
Mary could sense Kingsley’s gaze on her, but she tried not to let that knowledge make her even more jittery than she already was. She focused on the task at hand: get herself a cup of tea. Going to the cupboard, she pulled out a mug and made her way to the tea drawer, opening it and choosing the one she wanted. When the water was finished, she pulled it off the stove and poured it over the tea. “Do you need a refill?” She asked, finally looking up to meet Kingsley’s gaze.
She made her way over to him, leaning back against the island that separated the kitchen from the dining room where he sat. Her thoughts turned to the attack that she had just come from, and she shrugged. “I think they were properly chaotic. I left early – I came across Narcissa and wanted to get her out of there.” It was a great excuse – she hadn’t been comfortable with the mission anyway, and she thought Kingsley might understand that.
As Mary looked up to meet his gaze, Kingsley realized he was staring, and looked away, embarrassed. “Sure, I’d love a refill,” he said, his voice meeker than usual. He couldn’t resist looking up after too long, though, and was glad to see that she was finally meeting his gaze as she answered his question.
As she spoke of the attack, he could sense the hesitance in her, and it only made him feel more drawn to her. Mary MacDonald was fascinating to him. She was strong and forceful, stubborn and fiery, but yet at the same time still managed to have a gentleness about her that made butterflies start to pound in his stomach whenever he was around her. He had always been far too focused on his job and his family to think about a relationship, but when he was around her, he did think about it.
“It’s alright if you didn’t relish an opportunity to wreak havoc,” he said quietly, surprising himself with the genuineness in his tone. It was true, though. He didn’t respect her any less for the fact that she cared to build up rather than tear down. And the fact that she went on a mission she didn’t agree with in order to protect her loved ones only made him respect her more.
They had offered to move her into the minister’s office, as it was a bit bigger than her own. However, she had opted to keep her own. Helena had made it cosy over her time in it and it was entirely her own. She was content with working out of it, especially given that it was only a door way from the Minister’s itself. Helena was grateful Kingsley was the Order’s candidate, as she had a good feeling that he could win it. However, she wasn’t as worried about Rodolphus winning as some were, knowing that he could be persuaded if need be. Still, she really wanted Kingsley to win.
“I’m doing rather well. You’re my last meeting for today, which is great because it means my day ends on a high note. What about you Kingsley? How’s your day been?” she asked, gesturing to the arm chairs she has off to the side of her office. Helena got up and went to the kettle first, and asked, “Would you like some tea? I’m going to make a cup for myself so it would be no trouble,” she offered. Helena flipped the kettle on after putting in the appropriate amount of water, and then moved over to said chairs and sat down across from him. “So, what’s coming up next in your campaign?” she asked.
Kingsley smiled gratefully at the compliment, glad that Helena didn’t see him as just another necessary but annoying part of the job. He was high up enough in the Order to know where her true loyalties were, and he was glad for this chance to work a little more closely with her. He only hoped that he would win this election so that together, the two of them could build the safer world that they wanted for the people that they loved. “I would love some tea!” He responded, his tone chipper. He enjoyed this chance to get away from the chaos that the Auror office was always in, no matter what was going on.
At her question, he shrugged. “Honestly, I think I’m still getting used to this whole running for office thing,” he said a little sheepishly. “As far as strategy goes, I’m afraid I still think like an Auror and not a politician. I think we should probably do a fundraiser too, but then my Auror brain says that’s a perfect opportunity for the other side to strike back after what happened at theirs. And I know there’s the debate coming up before the election, so I should probably practice so that Rodolphus doesn’t soundly wipe the floor with me.”
After the leak with Peter, Lily had started keeping her circle tighter. It wasn’t that she was paranoid, she was just exercising more precautions. They couldn’t afford for this to go wrong, as it could risk any number of them going to Azkaban. Lily was refusing to let that happen, and if that meant only letting a few people in on the mission, than so be it. Thankfully, the first part had gone off without a hitch, so far as she knew. Chaos and damage had been inflicted, but no one had been harmed. That had been the factor that Lily stressed before they had left. No one was to be harmed.
Lily had carefully put wards up against the basement, only allowing a select few to pass through them freely. Having someone keep watch was an extra precaution though, and Lily knew that at this time it couldn’t hurt. The last thing she needed was for the wrong person to wander through, though, she knew most of their ranks would take little issue with what they’ve done. Still, it was a morally grey area, and Lily didn’t want anyone that couldn’t bear it to try to.
“Good, I’m glad for that. I imagine the two of them set the first, or at the very least Marlene did, though I have no doubt they took the necessary precautions before doing so. They know how crucial it is that everyone remained unharmed,” she agreed. There were several people in the estate she’d have loved to have seen burn, but her organization wasn’t going to be the one to do it. They would not sink to their level.
“Disoriented, but not very resistant. I’m sure the truth serum will help us get the answers we need, though with Ted, I don’t think he’s going to put up as much of a fight. We’ll see though. For the time being, he’s remarkably easy for a hostage,” she answered, only a hint of teasing present.
Kingsley nodded his agreement. Of the Order members who had been positioned at the Black manor, he thought it was those two who would definitely be most likely to set fire to the place. It was maybe a little above the level of necessity, but he wouldn’t scold them for it, despite his own reservations about the thing. There was no doubt that the Black sisters deserved that kind of thing, but he was hesitant about what the rest of their world would think about the Order’s latest move.
There was no point in discussing it any further, so he was glad when the subject moved to Ted, and he nodded again. “I thought he might be. It was a good idea, picking him out,” he said as a compliment to Lily’s strategic thinking. “He’s just close enough to the heart of the Death Eaters to know the information we need, but it’s always been my suspicion that he’s just been pulled along because of how besotted he is with Andromeda. I knew Ted at school, and he was never the Death Eater type.” It was a shame that he had gotten tangled up with all of that.
Kingsley let out a soft laugh, shaking his head at the idea of an easy hostage. “Definitely easier than anyone else we’ve tried to interrogate together,” he responded, his own tone teasing, alluding to the work they had done together in the Auror office. They had always made a good pair when it came to things like this -- her will, his ability to maintain his cool in every situation.
“Any sign of Molly yet?” He knew they would wait to start the interrogation until she was present, but they hadn’t quite ironed out the details on how it would work. “And are we all going in at once, or one at a time?”
Sirius rubbed the back of his neck as he walked in after the attack at the Black Manor. He felt sore and an ache that moved all the way into his bones, especially after his talk with Andy. From what he could hear behind the closed door, Lily was probably waiting to wake Ted or already starting to interrogate him. Kingsley was leaning against the door outside and Sirius nodded his head in hello.
“Everyone back yet?” he asked, walking up Kings. He thought of him as a friend, and admired his hard work and mind, he was glad they could work together on this. “You alright?”
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Kingsley looked up at the sound of footsteps, nodding as he realized it was Sirius who was approaching. Though Sirius wouldn’t be involved in the interrogation, it made sense that he was part of the group in the loop, and Kingsley would have trusted him with every part of the Order. This was Sirius’ family, and he knew that Sirius took that responsibility seriously, no pun intended.
“I think everyone who’s supposed to be here is back,” he said with a nod. “Mary’s upstairs keeping prying eyes from discovering anything, and Marlene and Molly are off somewhere, not together.”
“Like I said, I don’t remember most that happened that night, so how about you back off before I punch you?” Emma snapped at the Auror who had stopped her on the way into the Ministry, questioning her about the attack at the Lestrange event. As the man raised his hands and stepped back muttering something about crazy hot chicks Emma seriously considered sending a hex his way. But, feeling eyes on her, she turned to see where the feeling was coming from.
Oh.
Him.
“Can I help you? Would you like to ask something too?” she asked Kingsley. She’d known him before, in Hogwarts, and now as the face of the revolution—Him and Rodolphus. All talk as far as she’d seen, talk and fighting like elementary school children. “Sorry. Bad morning,” she said with a sigh, rubbing her forehead.
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Kingsley saw one of his fellow aurors questioning Emma Vanity at the entrance of the Ministry, and he sighed as he realized that they were doing it all wrong. Approaching before the situation escalated further, he nodded the other Auror off and smiled as Emma whirled around to face him. He didn’t know Emma well, but knew enough about her to know that she more than all rough edges and harsh facades, though he had a sense from the look on her face that she wasn’t thinking too fondly of him.
“Uh, no, I came to rescue you,” he said lightly, putting his hands up in surrender. Smiling understandingly at her, he tilted his head to the side. “Headache?”
After depositing Narcissa at home, Mary apparated immediately to headquarters, hoping that no one had arrived with an injury in her absence. Upon entering the building, she made her way to the kitchen, surprise causing her to stop on the threshold of the room as she realized that Kingsley was sitting at the table. She knew that he had stayed behind but would be involved in interrogating Ted alongside Lily. She was glad to know that he would be in the room with Lily – of course her best friend was more than capable of taking care of herself, but that didn’t keep Mary from being a worrier. And she trusted Kingsley to keep Lily safe with his calm presence and his Auror skills.
She entered the room, heading to the stove to warm up the kettle and pour herself a cuppa. “Is anyone else back yet?” She asked casually, finding herself slightly jittery as she always did in his presence.
Kingsley smiled brightly as Mary entered the room, struck as always by the softness of her presence. He was quite fond of Mary -- the way she cared for the people around him reminded him of his mother. She had the same fierceness in her desire to protect her loved ones, the same softness in the way she cared for those closest to her. He was grateful that she was a member of the Order and that she was so willing to use her Healing skills to attend to everyone. It was an invaluable gift, and one that made Kingsley confident that they could keep their people safe.
“Lily is downstairs with the hostage, but no one else has come back yet, no,” he replied, his eyes following her across the room. “How did things go at the manor?”
Sitting in her office, she was actually looking forward to her last meeting on the docket. Most of her day had been filled with people that needed her for one thing or another. Some where important, and those were the people she was truly happy to help, but most of them were arrogant men that talked down to her in some form or another and expected her still fulfill their every wish. It was exhausting, and Helena found there was a fine line between keeping her connections and reminding people that she was acting minister, not a doormat.
However, her last meeting was Kingsley Shacklebolt and she was excited for that. They could talk political strategy and upcoming bills that she was trying to get passed. It was comforting having someone else that understood the political mind field she was navigating. Helena looked up at the knock at her door and smiled, “Come on in, Kingsley.”
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Kingsley made his way from the Auror office to Helena Rosier’s office, located next to the vacant one that the Minister would one day occupy. It was a strange thing to consider that one day he might sit in that office, holding that post. It wasn’t something he had ever truly wanted for himself, but with the state of things in their world, he knew how important it was that someone like him hold that position within the Ministry. He only hoped that he could do it justice should he be elected. And at least he would have Helena as his right hand woman.
Popping his head into her office, he smiled at her greeting, making his way inside and shutting the door behind him. It was still slightly foreign that so much of his days were now filled with political strategy rather than action, but it came naturally to him in a way that he was grateful for. “Good afternoon, Helena,” he said as he made his way into the chair across from her. “How are you this afternoon?”
Sitting outside the holding chamber, Lily kept her tea cupped in her hand. Thankfully, she’d learned how to brew a truth potion at a fairly young age, she had Severus to thank for that, and had a fair amount on hand, knowing that they’d need it. Lily refused to allow any for of torture to happen, not willing to breach that moral line. It was war, and she wanted to win, but she didn’t want to become the people they were fighting against to do it. She still had a clear line of what was morally right and wrong, and while kidnapping and using a truth potion bent that line, it didn’t totally obliterate it in her eyes.
She kept her hands around her mug, and looked up when she heard footsteps coming towards her. Lily had been careful in who she’d made privy to this particular mission, and she’d selected only a few people to help with interrogation. Kingsley, Molly, and Sirius were the obvious choices, as they had Auror training, and were people she genuinely trusted within their organization. Seeing Kingsley, she gave him a soft smile.
“I gave him a serum when he first woke up, so I’m just waiting for that to kick in before we interrogate him. How’d things at the manor go after I left?” she asked.
Kingsley had kept guard upstairs while Lily prepared Ted for interrogation, knowing how important it was that they kept the circle small. Besides himself and Lily, only Sirius, Molly, Marlene, and Mary were aware of the fact that Ted had even been kidnapped, so anyone else who showed up at headquarters after they finished at the Black manor needed to be kept upstairs and away from knowledge of what was happening in the holding chamber downstairs. Luckily, very few people had received injuries during the attack, and Mary did her part to get people in and out quickly.
Once Mary was finished attending to injuries, Kingsley tasked her with making sure that no one else who showed up at headquarters wandered into what was going on, leaving him free to make his way downstairs to check on Lily. He made his way downstairs and through the hallway that led to the holding chamber, returning Lily’s smile as she greeted him.
Kingsley had made sure to debrief all of those Order members who apparated to headquarters after Lily, so he knew enough to answer her question, even if he hadn’t been at the manor himself. “It sounds like things went fairly well. It cleared out quickly. Sirius and Marlene haven’t arrived yet, but others reported that there was a fire in one part of the estate.”
He moved to lean against the wall next to Lily, his gaze still focused on her. “How does he seem?”
It had been Lily’s idea to storm the Lestrange fundraiser and cause chaos, and Kingsley had been hesitant at first, but he had to admit it was a pretty fantastic idea. Not to mention, it didn’t hurt his political campaign that Rodolphus Lestrange’s event had ended in such a way. Kingsley had opted not to go with the group infiltrating the Black Manor, choosing instead to stay behind and be ready at headquarters for when Lily returned with Ted Tonks in tow. It was better for someone to stay behind and prepare for the interrogation, and this way there was no chance of Kingsley being discovered and implicated in the attack, which would only hurt their ambitions for him to win in this race.
He sat at the table with a mug of tea in hand, waiting for the others to return to headquarters. The first person to arrive was Mary MacDonald, who would station herself there in order to tend to any injuries that Order members might receive. As she entered headquarters, Kingsley stood up to greet her. “Mary, how did things go?”
Kingsley leaned against one of the brick walls in Diagon Alley, his hands clasped around two to-go coffee cups as he waited for Alice to appear through the barrier and join him. He had owled her earlier in the week, asking her for her assistance as he picked out new clothes to match his Ministerial run. Typically, Kingsley preferred to dress more simply when he wasn’t in his Auror robes, but Alice had convinced him that running for Minister meant that it was time he classed things up a bit. He didn’t normally care much about his physical appearance, but trying to win over all of the wizarding world meant that he needed to pay attention to these sorts of things, as foreign as it was to him. But there was no way that he could manage to find a new look that would pass without help, and there was no one better than Alice to help him.
The barrier across from him began to wiggle and move, and he pushed out from the wall as he glimpsed Alice’s form through the moving bricks, walking forward to meet her. With a smile creeping onto his face, he handed forward the coffee he had gotten for her, a reward for the fact that she was willing to meet him so early. “Good morning, Al,” he said with a smile, leaning forward to kiss her cheek.
Name: Kingsley Shacklebolt
Gender & Pronouns: male, he&him
Age: 27
Birthday: October 7
Former House: Gryffindor
Blood Status: Pureblood
Wand: beech, unicorn hair, 12 and ¾ inches, pliable
Boggart: a set of tombstones bearing the name of his siblings
Patronus: Lion
Occupation: Auror, Candidate for Minister of Magic
Defining Moments:
As a child, Kingsley held the world in his hands. As the oldest, he held himself to a higher standard - the example of the house - so to speak. His family had always been tight knit; family dinners on Sundays with the grandparents, family game nights on Saturday, and showing up for every achievement, big or small. Despite being pureblood children, he and his siblings attended muggle primary school in their early years. Involved in futbol and rugby, his family comes to every game, and Kingsley learns that family is unconditional love and support. By seven years old, he knows that family is everything, and that honor and duty come before all else.
Eleven years old and he goes to Hogwarts with his head held high and his aspirations even higher. He fits into his house like a glove, but Kingsley goes out of his way to make friends all across the board. He’s never been one to only surround himself with people like him. Instead, he branches out and makes connections of all kinds. By the next year he joined the Quidditch team - his muggle sports knowledge helping him greatly. Soon after he became a part of the dueling club and debate team. Kingsley had a reputation early on in his Hogwarts career; intelligent, inclusive, and a natural born leader.
At seventeen, Kingsley’s world gets turned upside down. Two weeks into their first semester the news comes that their family home has been attacked. His parents had been vocal in their disagreements and plights with the Death Eaters. They had sent their children to muggle primary school, participated in muggle culture, and taught their children to accept muggle born students with equal measure as they would pureblood ones. In the end, it was their unfailing morals that got them killed. With both of his parents murdered in the attack, Kingsley felt the weight of the world on his shoulders. Becoming the guardian of his three younger siblings was never in his plans, but Kingsley wouldn’t have given them up for anything.
By twenty six he knew that it was time for a career shift. Having worked his way up the ranks of the auror department, he knew he needed to help in a different way. When Alastor stepped down, Kingsley had prepared for the Order to crumble, what he hadn’t prepared for was Lily Evans to step up. She had come to him with an idea that he couldn’t say no to: “You should be the Order candidate that runs for Minister”. The two worked hard together - one leading on the battlefield while the other led in policies. All his diplomatic skills, all his passions, all his transparencies, made him the perfect choice. With the death of the Minister came Kingsley’s campaign. The last thing he wants is for the organization that killed his family to be ruling the wizarding world. Kingsley will do whatever it takes to stop that from happening.
Twenty six and his best friend suffers loss in the same way that Kingsley once had, only more completely, and Kingsley prepares for the Order to crumble under the weight of Alastor’s grief. Never in his mind did he consider the possibility that he could lead – he’s got his hands full providing for his three younger siblings and trying to do his job as it is. He’s surprised but relieved when Lily steps up to the plate, and is the first to back her, often acting as if he was her second-in-command. She’s the one who gives him the confidence to believe that he could do good as a Minister, and with her leadership to bolster and sustain him, Kingsley steps forward, ready to take his place in order to make a safer world for the people he loves.
Twenty seven and another terrible blow strikes at the heart of the Order – James Potter, a man Kingsley had grown up with and respected, is dead at the hands of one of their own. Kingsley is shaken at just how easily the Death Eaters can continue to strike at them, but even more determined to defeat them. He longs to draw his wand on a battlefield, but he knows that right now his place is in politics, and he dives headfirst into the race for Minister with a fervor that surprises those closest to him. He will not let those who have taken so many dear to them rule their world, and his conviction and determination (bolstered by Lily’s, who is not defeated) are contagious to an Order that needs its leaders to rally and fight.
Memorable Traits:
Authentic – Kingsley has never been one to put on airs or pretend to be anything more than exactly what he is. He’s a down to earth and simple man, but the way he carries himself without any fanfare is something that draws people in.
Subtle – Kingsley has never felt the need to get his point across by badgering others. He’s direct, but able to be so in a way that is delicate and precise enough that others often walk away with their minds changed, but thinking that it was their own doing instead of his.
Perspicacious – Kingsley was born an old soul; wise beyond his years, he offers an insight and wisdom to others (especially those in the Order) that is invaluable. He has a way of understanding things that is a great gift.
Transparent – Kingsley doesn’t hide who he is or what he thinks. With him, you always know what you’re getting. He doesn’t speak his mind unless it’s fully made up, and he does so with such conviction and confidence in his own beliefs that it almost always makes people stop and listen.
Inclusive – Kingsley operates in relationships in such a way that everyone feels like they are his best friend. He doesn’t operate by favorites, and listens to the lowliest members of the Order just as earnestly as he listens to the leaders. His way of welcoming and including people makes them feel at ease in his presence.
Persistent – When Kingsley is certain about a course of action or belief, he doesn’t give up when other circumstances or people get in the way. He doesn’t badger people with his opinions, but even when he does let things go, it’s only to bring them up at a more opportune time.
