Post by Mafelda Hundar on Apr 2, 2007 15:35:22 GMT
Standing by the lake in the early morning light, any newly wakened eyes might've mistaken it for a Dementor; Although it was no such thing, the sight of the tall figure, draped in a black cape flicking about in the brisk November morning air probably would've given one an undeniable sense of sadness and feeling like they'd never be cheerful again. As the sun crept over the horizon she turned toward the castle, "Home sweet home," she thought, a surprisingly happy smirk looking out of place on her cold, pale features. She was not talking about the castle as her comfort place, however. She was thinking of her job.
Being the Head of her division she could've sent anyone here, but this was not a job for just anyone. This was children. Children that needed to be brought in for questioning, assesment, and "adjustment" if needed. This job couldn't be done by anyone who had children, nor could it be done by anyone wanting to have children. People married or dating in this position wouldn't do either--love was a contradicting emotion and could easily be manipulated by these irritating little... brats. Neither would this job be approached well by anyone who had enjoyed their childhood in any way, shape, or form...
Enter Mafelda Hundar.
Her history was not a particularly happy one. If told as a bed-time story the poor child whose ears were unlucky enough to be told it would probably become so heartbroken they would have to be sent immedeatly to St. Mungos. But hearing it and living it are two very different yet similar things. Mafelda's heart had been so broken that now only the shards were left; painful reminders that none are too innocent to be betrayed. Pin pricks to keep her on her toes around these insufferable children whose lack of respect for the laws put into place to keep the wizarding world at peace has brought her to their doorstep now. With her ministry badge pinned on the inside of her dark trenchcoat, and the warrant for arrest of any minors found as illegal Animagus in her pocket, Mafelda was more than prepared to begin her new assignment...
Eradicate the lawless heathens.
Being the Head of her division she could've sent anyone here, but this was not a job for just anyone. This was children. Children that needed to be brought in for questioning, assesment, and "adjustment" if needed. This job couldn't be done by anyone who had children, nor could it be done by anyone wanting to have children. People married or dating in this position wouldn't do either--love was a contradicting emotion and could easily be manipulated by these irritating little... brats. Neither would this job be approached well by anyone who had enjoyed their childhood in any way, shape, or form...
Enter Mafelda Hundar.
Her history was not a particularly happy one. If told as a bed-time story the poor child whose ears were unlucky enough to be told it would probably become so heartbroken they would have to be sent immedeatly to St. Mungos. But hearing it and living it are two very different yet similar things. Mafelda's heart had been so broken that now only the shards were left; painful reminders that none are too innocent to be betrayed. Pin pricks to keep her on her toes around these insufferable children whose lack of respect for the laws put into place to keep the wizarding world at peace has brought her to their doorstep now. With her ministry badge pinned on the inside of her dark trenchcoat, and the warrant for arrest of any minors found as illegal Animagus in her pocket, Mafelda was more than prepared to begin her new assignment...
Eradicate the lawless heathens.