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Post by Illyana Deitrich on Nov 12, 2006 19:45:15 GMT
Illyana paced around her new office. It was furnished in a similar style to all of her previous offices. Mainly black with a hint of white wherever it is appropriate.
Illyana had not apreciated the resistance from the staff and the pupils. she knew she would not be liked but she demanded respect from all people, especially those like Mr Addis, those not worthy to tie her boot straps let alone challenge her. This was unacceptable.
In order to achieve the respect she demanded Illyana would have to make an example of the Boggleworth child, even if he was the former ward of Dr Bunchington.
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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Nov 13, 2006 20:49:36 GMT
Boggleworth rapped loudly on the oak door of the Minister's sparkling new office, he grimaced as he was about to have to listen to some Minister's drivel about what he could and could not do. He was also a little tense, he didn't like dealing with the Ministry at the best of times, and this was most certainly dire circumstances indeed. Not hearing a reply to his knock he tutted then pushed the door ajar and poked his head around,
"I do hope I'm not disturbing you Minister, I gather you wanted see me?" he asked in a sweet voice, as he walked into the room, leaving the door open so he could make good his escape if necessary. But Boggleworth was determined not to give the Minister no reason here to do ill of him, he held his tongue though he sorely wished to give her a piece of his mind. Boggleworth studied the decor of the office taking it in with a glance, as he found that it was the gateway to a person's soul and innermost feelings, or at worst showed they had bad taste. It seemed Deitrich's soul was dark indeed, though he prefered to not judge a book by it's cover and he would give her the benefit of the doubt.
Boggleworth smiled genuinely at Deitrich and asked pleasantly
"how goes it with you Minister?"
He stood seemingly at ease waiting for a reply, but he knew these Ministyr officials from painful experiences and really held himself ready to flee. But the Minister would find Boggleworth more prepared than it would first seem...
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Post by Illyana Deitrich on Nov 14, 2006 9:26:35 GMT
"Sit down Henry." Illyana said. "I'll get right to the point: I'm revoking your head boy status. I can't have someone as disrespectful as you in a position of authority within the student body. It is unacceptable. And before you challenge me with 'You can't do that' understand this: I can do whatever I want."
Illyana stopped there waiting for the inevitable response from the crestfallen boy.
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Post by Jerred Boneman on Nov 14, 2006 9:42:04 GMT
'You can do it, but that doesn't mean you have to do it.' Jerred said, standing in the open doorway. He stood there, hands in pockets and gawking at the old lady who had imposed martial law on the school. He had a cocky smile on his face as he watched her, his eyes wide and bright. 'The logic of that statement just has to be understood, but then again since your old, smelly and obviously going through what muggles call PMS, I dount you'd even understand a single word you hear.'
Jerred looked at the Hufflepuff boy, the former Head Boy. 'Tough luck mate, losing the Head Boy position. Maybe the old hag will listen to reason and learn some respect for great up and coming wizards.' Jerred said, quoting Professor Addis, and also forgetting the old witch is there. Jerred then looked about the office, his eyes falling upon the Minister again. His eyes bulged out of their sockets as he scoffed a laugh. 'Sorry, Minister, forgot you were there... no, wait, did I? No... I don't think I did, then again I do speak my mind and you're just an ugly, smelly skank!'
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Post by Illyana Deitrich on Nov 14, 2006 10:39:42 GMT
"Mr Boneman! That will do!" Maglignantly Illyana cast her wand in Jerred's direction, knocking him out of the doorway. "Unless you wish to have a punishment of your own I will suggest you do not arrive into my office uninvited ever again."
With another flick of her wand Illyana shut and locked the door.
"Now, without further interuption we can continue." Illyana declared. "Is there anything you would like to say?"
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Post by Jerred Boneman on Nov 14, 2006 10:44:08 GMT
Jerred got up, brushing the dust from his robes. He walked to the door, lightly tapped on it and smiled cheekily.
'I know you can hear me, Minister! That was fun! Can we continue playing?' Jerred cried out, tapping the door harder and harder. He waited for a reply, receiving nothing. 'She really is an old b!tch.' Jerred shrugged and saundered away, occasionally looking over his shoulder at the locked room door.
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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Nov 14, 2006 19:20:44 GMT
Boggleworth couldn't stop the gasp that escaped his lips. He glared at the Minister, pure shock showing on his face. They had stripped him of the only thing he had achieved throughout his whole life, and now it was gone. He stood speechless trying to come to terms with it.
But coming out of his reverie he smirked at Deitrich and asked pleasantly his voice firmly under control
"pray tell me what do I have to do to get it back? That's if I can regain it, you do realise I was the only Prefect who did duty and cared for the pupils without me the system is nothing." He chuckled
"Obviously that's an overstatement, but do tell me, truthfully now, why are you here? Why not be honest with us?" He was blabbering away he knew trying to disguise the pain he felt inside, but little did the Ministry realise that the only reason he had kept out of trouble this year (thus far) was simply because of his Head Boy title, without out he felt no responsibility. Smiling sweetly at the Minister he awaited a reply.
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Post by Illyana Deitrich on Nov 14, 2006 19:30:00 GMT
"Mr Boggleworth, it is simple." Illyana explained. "If you keep out of trouble and do as I say whilst perhaps doing a few favours for the ministry, for example telling me of any staff who you know brake the law."
Illyana leant forwards pulling herself to her full hight, peering over Henry. "As for my perpose here. I am here to make sure laws are being upheld and to review the status of this school. If it fails my inspection it will close indefinatly or fall under permenant ministry supervision. I'm sure our mutual aqaintence may have told you of my imenent arrival and I'm sure i'll live up to all he promised I will do."
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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Nov 14, 2006 19:35:34 GMT
"I see," murmered Boggleworth seeing things all too clearly, "I become your lackey and do whatever you say and I regain my post? Well the simple answer to that question I'm afraid is; it won't be happening anytime soon, I have my morals and you haev yours, I respect you Minister, I would be much gratified if you showed the same respect for me. Simply because you hold a postion of power it doesn't maek you better than people, come back to your roots," he smirked knowing he would be treading a tight rope with this Russian.
"I trust we both want the school to pass it's inspection?" he enquired curious as to what her answer would be.
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Post by Illyana Deitrich on Nov 14, 2006 19:41:03 GMT
"I have no alligence to this school. I care not whether it passes. As for you I do respect you. Respect is a two-way street. As soon as I can tell that you respect me I will respect you as much as you deserve." Illyana's last sentence was hard for her to articulate in English. Her mind still worked in Russian.
"If you wont do those things," Illyana continued, "I will find someone else who will. I have already sent owls to all the pupils in school. Soon i will have your replacement standing at my right hand."
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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Nov 14, 2006 19:48:08 GMT
"Only time will tell, I shall do as you command, but I have my rights which should not be pushed," he laughed heartily.
"You have my deepest respect Minister, but my actions in the future sadly may not show that. You know what they say laws are there to be broken, and it's only people like us that stop them, stripping me of my badge will lead to unrest in the school, and not of my stirring. But tell me, why does a Russian join the Ministry?" He asked genuinely interested.
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Post by Illyana Deitrich on Nov 15, 2006 12:17:32 GMT
"Long ago, I attended this school," Illyana told the young boy.
She had no idea why she was telling this boy her story, perhaps it was the fact they both shared a mutual former mentor. Dr Bunchington was a key figure in the shaping of both of their lives.
"I was forced to leave here, I did something very wrong and was punished. After that Dr Bunchington was kind enough to get me a job. He was a great man."Illyana was still sorrowfull over the loss of her mentor.
"He was the last good thing to happen to this place." She said, under her breath.
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Post by Jerred Boneman on Nov 16, 2006 8:33:00 GMT
Jerred had found a piece of parchment, wrote on it and flung it underneath the door, hoping that the Minister had not set a spell to deflect any objects from sliding beneath her door.
He had written on the piece of paper:
"To the dear Minister,
You are truly an inspiration to all troublemakers with the fantastic quality of playfulness you seem to show. I would love it if you would let me in now so I can continue playing with you, as no one likes to play with me.
Can we play, please?"
Jerred had set a spell on the parchment that if he did succeed on getting the parchment into the room, it would float to her desk and unfold itself, revealing his words to her.
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Post by Illyana Deitrich on Nov 16, 2006 9:03:31 GMT
Before Henry could respond a letter worked its way onto Illyana's desk and opened. After reading it quickly Illyana took out a piece of parchment and wrote her response:
Mr Boneman,
I have never, nor will ever have any desire to play with you. If however you would like to discuss the terms of your punishment I will make an appointment for you to meet with me.
Á bein tôt.
Touching her wand to the parchment it wound its own way out of the room and under the door.
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Post by Jerred Boneman on Nov 17, 2006 5:33:58 GMT
Jerred laughed when he read the reply. 'Punishment equals time to play.' He whispered to himself before walking away, throwing the parchment away like useless letter. This time, he wasn't coming back.
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