#hotelevent

[kingmeshacklebolt]

The Minister was dead.

The Minister of Magic has been killed.

How has they gotten through the defenses? The Auror department had spent hours on them, had kept the plans under lock and key. Hell they hadn’t even let her personal security in on the most important parts until this morning.

Now she was dead.

And if they couldn’t find her killer they might as well all kiss their jobs goodbye.

The only thing keeping him from a panic attack was the steely resolve Moody had drilled into all of them.

“This area is off limits.” He said as someone approached, placing himself between them and the rest of the hallway. “I will have to Hex you if you go any further.”

[advance-emmeline]

She had been put on reserve as a Healer for the event. Which mostly meant having to cancel a date with Maura. That part sucked the most honestly. She’d really been looking forward to spending time with her girlfriend. The Minister has her own Healers, and Emm’s practicality understood the need for backup but that didn’t really make it better. She’d wanted a nice night in.

Only now there was definitely no chance of getting home to the woman she adored. The whole building had just shut down.

Emm shot up, hand on her wand and on high alert. No news had trickled in yet.

“What’s happening?” She asked the first person who came in the room. “What just happened?”

[toomcnairtocare]

Better lawyer up, asshole

Walden had been pulled into questioning before. Hell, he’d been arrested before. But that had been in America and they couldn’t prove anything there, and he hadn’t yet had to Daisy out there somewhere worrying herself sick. Granted they couldn’t actually prove anything this time either but the general idea of the thing still stood. Blair had scratched him and now Walden was in some serious trouble. Assuming the Aurors could actually string some thoughts together. Which he generally didn’t assume. Only now he had Daisy to think about and so he had to consider the worst options. He could go to Azkaban for this.

Then Dmitry walked into the room they had him holed up in. “Oh thank fuck, they’ve given me someone competent. A nice change for the Ministry. Are you the only lawyer in the whole world? You’ve been getting around.” He had a bad habit of chatting when he got truly nervous.

@nott-amused

[kingmeshacklebolt]

regrets and grievances

Kingsley heard the news. He heard all the news, really, but he’d kept a certain ear out for things involving Anson. The man had gone through more than enough for more than one lifetime and he didn’t need any more. No matter what they were to each other now Anson never deserved dead family.

Now Blair was dead too.

He had spent almost all the debate out on crowd control duty. Of all the Aurors he tended to be the most personable face among them and when he spoke most people listened. But it meant that he’d not been able to help Blair.

When he saw Anson, Kingsley didn’t make a beeline but he certainly kept a good eye on him. The moment he had time and no one was watching, he peeled away to meet him.

“Anson—” Kingsley reached out and then dropped his hand back down. “Mr. Wood I’m— shit I’m really sorry.”

@ansonwood

[toomcnairtocare]

a room of my own | event

@bellatrixleblack

After his run-in with his pet project, Walden had continued room-hunting. Really all he wanted was some time to lie around in a bed with his fiancee where no one would possibly walk-in. He just wanted to spend time with the woman he loved.

Instead, he found one of the other women in his life. Walden blinked at Bellatrix and then grinned. Leaving the door open he walked into the room, sitting himself down at the very end of the bed.

“Hey there, Hells Bells.” He said as he greeted his old friend. “Avoiding the husband?”

[toomcnairtocare]

hand covers bruise

Walden hadn’t yet spoken to his lawyer. He hadn’t spoken to anyone since they’d dragged him out of the empty room he’d finally managed to find and then dumped him here. They’d taken his wand and put him in some fancy magical suppression handcuffs and just... walked off.

He was furious at getting caught. Furious at himself for getting lazy enough to be caught, and furious at himself all the more for what this would do to Daisy. That American best friend of hers better keep a good eye on her and make sure she sleeps or Walden may just strangle him next. The woman he loved didn’t deserve to suffer for his stupidity. This is what he got for not keeping his anger in check.

When Alastor Moody entered the room Walden leaned back in his chair and put his feet on the table. “Why, fancy seeing you here. Can you see me? Not on your bad side, am I?”

He wasn’t calm enough to act like anything else than an asshole. He’d strangle this entire hotel if it got him back to Daisy. They better not have touched her.

@the-last-moody

[toomcnairtocare]

ratted out | event

The Minister was dead. Walden couldn’t lie and say he’d miss her. She had too much of a spine from what he’d heard. They had an agenda and if she didn’t bend then she had to go. Simple as that. Someone would replace her, and he had a feeling the Dark Lord would have a hand in picking them.

Until then though he had a locked down hotel, no family around, and his beautiful fiancee. Now he and Daisy didn’t have to worry about getting interrupted or found out. First he just had to find a good room.

Only, the first door he opened had Peter Pettigrew behind it. Walden could feel a shark-like grin spreading across his face. How prosperous. He’d been meaning to check in on their little rat.

“Well, what a pleasant surprise, Pettigrew.” He said sweetly as he closed the door behind him. “How we’ve missed you.”

@the-peter-pettigrew

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