curious morning - - open

[edward]

Edward walked through the passage of the Ministry with a rather satisfied smirk on his face. He had yet again solved another troubling issue for the Ministry of Magic. It had been just his sort of case, the kind no one else could solve no matter how hard they tried. They came to him, like always, for the help. Edward, being a firm believer in justice and all that, gladly helped, expecting no credit for his work. Of course the Ministry would take all the credit, he really didn't care. In the end, the bad guys were caught and received their fair trial. That's all he cared about - plus, he got to do what he loved, figuring out a very perplexing puzzle, and seeing that stupid look an the faces of some Ministry officials.

Sometimes, the cases were extremely easy for him to figure out - ones that only took him a matter of hours to complete. This past one, however, was a bit tricky. In order to gain information about the suspected criminal, he had to disguise himself - and oh, how he loved doing that. Edward could virtually become anyone he wanted - everything short of an attractive woman. The facial hair sort of made that impossible, and he really didn't shave all too often. He liked his five o'clock shadow, it gave him that rugged look. It often times helped him with his disguises, especially in this case in particular when he was a homeless muggle, stalking a wizard. It was dangerous but, Edward thrived in danger and the thrill of an intellectual challenge.

The idea of going home seemed bleak. He had no other cases to look into, or at least none that required him actually investigating anything beyond reading a letter or two. There was no real crisis. Edward got bored rather easily. When no cases came up, he felt absolutely useless. He usually ended up doing various chemical experiments, or laze about in his room, in the dark for days feeling sorry for himself until something came up. Yes, he was destined to sit at home, smoke, eat little, sleep all day, and strum his violin. What a bleak outlook on the week.

Edward sighed, reaching the Atrium. If only he could just sit here all day. You would be surprised to see how many wanted criminals actually came through the Ministry. No one ever bloody recognized them. That poly juice potion was a popular choice. It's too bad, it didn't hide everything. Well, not too bad for Edward, or he would be out of business. Of course, there was always the flow of cases of lost family or friends that he was urged to find. Now, some of those turned out to be real interesting for him. Merlin knows he did that enough in the muggle world. Being half muggle and half wizard blood really had worked out for him.

He decided to stick around and watch...observe. Edward leaned against the wall, tilting his brown bowler hat down slightly. He pulled out his pocket watch, yes he had one of those, and absent-minded checked the time. Hm, nearly noon. The normal time where most workers took their lunch breaks...leaving their offices vulnerable. Not that Edward would ever break into someone's office...for certain information. That would be illegal, right ...but, if you are only looking at something, and don't actually take it, and you don't break the door when you enter...that's not illegal, is it? He was curious to see where Ministry officials had gotten, with this man they all have been talking about at other Ministries. Apparently he had some sort of device that they all wanted, however, no Ministry could keep up with the lad.

Oh, that wasn't really work "breaking" into someone's office was it? If Edward wanted, he was positive he could just go out and find the boy himself, from what he already knew of the situation. Besides, no one can run forever. Curious matter but, Edward would remain uninterested, and only read about it in the Prophet. He had no involvement in the matter, he was simply a spectator like everyone else. Edward looked up as a small boy fell into the fountain. Ew, children. Next to women, Edward did not really understand them much. Of course, if the boy was drowning Edward would have done something but, the mother of the boy took care of that. He merely shook his head, and moved his attention elsewhere, his eyes shifting from person to person under the shadow of the short brim of his hat.


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Cory skirted around the large fountain at the center of England's Ministry of Magic's Atrium. In her tan hand she clutched a summons sent to her by some ministry official saying that she needed to report to the ministry today to answer some questions regarding her current living situation and citezenship. The stupidity of it all made her laugh. The whole thing was so stupid. SO she was a former runaway, big deal? She was now making her own money and hadn't needed to go into her family's Gringotts vault for months. Hell, she was an international Quidditch player, why would her family want her?

Then, a sickening realization came to her, one that she hadn't even considered. What if her self-righteous Great Grandmother wanted to get even more acclaim to the family name by making nice with her. The thought made Cory shudder. Like a lot of stereotypical matriarchs, her Great Grandmother was a dragon of a woman, someone who had always made Cory feel small and insignificant, even now.

To her left a small child fell into the Ministry's fountain, making Cory smile. Children were just so cute and innocent. Seeing the small boy, Cory was reminded of another child with fiery red hair and the cutest little face. There was pang in her heart at the thought of Michael Allen Rodney and his son Cody, but she pushed it aside. That was one place in her heart that didn't need to visit. Instead, she kept walking--and crashed right into someone leaning against a wall. "I'm so sorry!" Cory cried, her Texan accent coming out even stronger than usual, jumping back from the stranger.

Stopping to study the man she saw that he was on the handsome side in a roughish sort of way. He had a dark, five o'clock shadow and shaggy dark hair covered by a bowler hat. "I am so sorry," she said again.

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notes: is this during when Bellatrix takes over?
credits: song lyrics by Avril L