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"On this day, the thirteenth of June of the year two thousand and thirty four, in the spirit of honesty, safety and the equality of all mankind, the magical population and the non-magical population will no longer remain hidden from one another, but will be unified as one. Rather than withholding from one another, we today take a step toward a better future, as the union of two such extraordinary cultures and resources promises a betterment in quality of life for all. This statute applies to every living being that is capable of thinking and reasoning for itself. Either Discrimination or Deceptiveness in respect to the statute are both considered the highest form of noncompliance in all countries involved, and are punishable as treason. Every world leader, both magical and non-magical, have signed this statute in agreement that Transparency between the respective communities of the world is the best path toward knowledge and peace."
 
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 Waiting Time Conversations, Morgana Gaunt | Outside MOM Office
Camille Kiruki
 Posted: Jul 17 2016, 09:47 PM
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Camille Kiruki
Ministry
Single
Half-blood Slytherin
33 YEARS OLD
Try not to do an interview before you've had your coffee.
Ah, read the app. I'm lazy.
Legilimens
Heather


3 December, 2035

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t the end of the year, department heads had to collect and submit completed reports from the entire year. Camille would still be working on them into February, but hoped to be completed with the paper copy by the end of January. Yes, it was a lofty goal, but she believed she could do it. She'd gotten a head start on the report by beginning in early November, so it should be easy. However, the Minister met with every department head at the end of the year to go over the major points of each department's reports. Often, it was a meeting to go over potential goals for each department in the new year and what they had accomplished the year prior.

Camille packed up her bag and slung the strap over her shoulder. She picked up her coffee mug her sisters had gotten her and left her office, shutting the door behind her and pulling out her wand to tap once on the door knob, effectively locking her office. There wasn't much in there besides her desk, a few chairs, her fireplace, some books, and her massive stacks of reports that lay all over the floor of her office. Each stack had a purpose. This stack was completed and reentered already, this stack was old reports that were not needed, these reports were necessary for future years and completed already, these reports would be needed next year but where not complete, these reports had not even been touched yet, and the last reports were ones she hadn't even had time to approve because they were from November, which had just finished. Just when she finished a stack, a new one popped up in its place.

She stopped at her office secretary's desk to receive any messages she'd gotten for Camille in the last few hours, read through them quickly, answered appropriately, and reminded her secretary of where she would be for the next hour and a half of her life that she could be spending on reports. She understood the Minister's desire to have a face-to-face meeting with the department heads, but she wished she could have sent him all the information in a quick, few page report he could flip through.

Once she arrived on level one of the Ministry, the floor with the Minister of Magic and Support Staff offices, she sat in a chair across the Junior Assistant's desk, the waiting chairs, and took a sip of coffee, crossing her legs to wait on the Minister. It would probably take a few minutes. The Minister wasn't good with staying on time, so she had a good five minutes before it was time for her meeting. She glanced up and tried to place why the Junior Assistant looked familiar until she realized it was Mordred's daughter, Morgana. She took another sip of coffee and said softly in the quiet air, "Hello, Morgana. Has your day been well, so far?"

Camille hoped Morgana's day hadn't been too terrible. Camille had an interesting sort-of work acquaintance relationship with Morgana's father, mostly, Camille bothered Mordred during his afternoon coffee breaks. It was great fun. But she'd heard Morgana was harder to talk to, which would be surprising as Mordred was already difficult to get a conversation flowing. But Camille was patient and she understood that sometimes, people don't want to talk to you, so if Morgana didn't reply, Camille wouldn't push her for a reply. That doesn't mean Camille won't talk, because she probably would carry the conversation herself, but Morgana was under no obligation to reply.

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Morgana Gaunt
 Posted: Sep 5 2016, 05:23 PM
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Morgana Gaunt
Ministry
single
Pureblood
22 YEARS OLD
trust no one, because when you find yourself in darkness, not even your shadow stays by your side
Morgana Gaunt was raised by her father in Winchester. She is a descendant of Salazar Slytherin through Morfin Gaunt. She was in Slytherin and is currently working at the Ministry as the Junior Assistant to the Minister for Magic.
Parseltongue
Vilde


@Camille Kiruki. 616. it's time to party
burn everything you love then burn the
ashes
Morgana did not like the Christmas rush, she never had, and she was plenty sure she never would. Christmas Eve and Day were nothing special to her, even though she didn't mind being at home in Winchester, with her father at her side, both of them spending Christmas the way they knew how. This year, she'd be working though. She had been working almost all the Christmases since being hired. There was no holidays for the junior assistant. And today was absolutely no different. Today was actually one of those really boring days, and another reason for why she didn't like Christmas. See, just because she didn't have holidays, didn't mean others didn't. And when the reseptionist was on vacation, it was usually down to Morgana to step in. She didn't mind the location, she didn't mind the desk, she didn't mind working there.

Her problem sitting in the reception and waiting room area was that there was always someone who'd disturb her eventually. A glare sometimes shut them up. But people tended to get offended by her lack of interest, and would continue talking just to spite her. Because to the ignorant, she was just a receptionist. The people who did know what she worked with, would often be nicer, but still prod. In addtion, the people who knew her position were also so important that Morgana couldn't afford to glare at them. That did not mean, however, that she behaved nicer, necessarily. Just less ... ignoring.

However, when Morgana now sat, completely immersed in the papers in front of her, (though dreadfully boring paperwork, as she was not allowed to deal with the more ... sensitive papers) she was not at all amused when a woman walked in through the door, sitting down in one of the waiting room chairs. Morgana briefly looked up, knowing she ought to ask the woman about her appointment, but as she looked back down to view the timelist, the woman spoke up. Using her name no less. Now, Morgana was an observant person. She'd seen this woman before, around her father no less. But this did not at all make Morgana fonder of her. If anything, it was quite the opposite. Not because she hated the idea that her father talked to someone beyond her. But because she knew they'd talked before, and Mordred had even mentioned her in passing by once, it meant the woman didn't annoy Mordred. And to be able to do that, meant she had to be rather intriguing. And Morgana hated being intrigued by people. She didn't like the feeling it brought. And that was the only reason for why Morgana liked this woman a very tiny bit less than everyone else who stomped by.

Not to mention that the woman had presumed to use her name as if they'd talked before in their life, as if she knew her. No one knew Morgana. She didn't convey any emotion to the woman seated there, merely scanned the paper and found a name that rang the right bell. Kiruki. Yes, that's what Mordred had said. She looked back up at Camille Kiruki, finally, and raised a slight eyebrow. "It's assistant Gaunt, ma'am," Morgana said in a stiff, almost army like voice. "You're the minister's 3 o'clock, correct?" she asked, not answering Camille's question at all. Small talk was not interesting to Morgana. And Kiruki hadn't proven interesting enough to answer. At least not yet. But Morgana couldn't deny the fact that she wanted to know what Mordred found so bearable about her. Morgana figured she'd have to wait and see what the woman did next.

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Camille Kiruki
 Posted: Sep 10 2016, 04:50 PM
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Camille Kiruki
Ministry
Single
Half-blood Slytherin
33 YEARS OLD
Try not to do an interview before you've had your coffee.
Ah, read the app. I'm lazy.
Legilimens
Heather


3 December, 2035

T
here was a beat before Morgana replied. And Camille couldn't help but force down a smile at the similarities Morgana displayed to her father. Both were very blunt about their feelings, not bothering to hide who they were for the sake of other people. It was refreshing to know exactly where she stood with someone. It took away the awkward waiting period, the walking on egg shells, the careful conversations, because you knew exactly what the other person thought of you.

"Ah, assistant Gaunt, apologies. And yes, his 3 o'clock." His 3 o'clock meeting about paperwork. Which was supposed to last only an hour but always ended up lasting over two because the minister did not always understand what exactly her department did or what the data said or what needed to be changed. These meetings were dreadfully dull; lacking any substance to keep her interest, and always ended with the minister agreeing with her original plans. Which is why she had the ideas in the first place. Ah, but the bureaucracy demanded it be, and so it was.

She glanced across the room at M--assistant Gaunt, that would take getting used to, Morgana appeared more private and socially distant than her father, a feat in and of itself--and noticed her apparent lack of interest in her work and continued dedication to completing it and felt that said something about assistant Gaunt's work ethic. Camille was interested in her work and knew the benefit of the reports and, despite their being dreadfully boring, she could see the outcome of her reports and did not mind them. But it had taken years to develop that level of dedication and patience. "I applaud your ability to focus on what must be dreadfully boring paperwork," was all she said before opening a report in front of her to go over some of the numbers before her meeting.

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Morgana Gaunt
 Posted: Oct 22 2016, 11:44 AM
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Morgana Gaunt
Ministry
single
Pureblood
22 YEARS OLD
trust no one, because when you find yourself in darkness, not even your shadow stays by your side
Morgana Gaunt was raised by her father in Winchester. She is a descendant of Salazar Slytherin through Morfin Gaunt. She was in Slytherin and is currently working at the Ministry as the Junior Assistant to the Minister for Magic.
Parseltongue
Vilde


@Heather. 367. finally!
burn everything you love then burn the
ashes
Okay, Camille hadn't been offended by Morgana's bluntness. She actually seemed like she was fighting a smile. And not the smile that people had when they thought she was ridiculous or just some person who took herself way too seriously. A genuine smile. Of course, since the smile hadn't actually showed up on Camille's face, Morgana could be wrong. It was unlikely, but not unprecedented. Morgana supposed this was a rather interesting feat, but it didn't make her want to speak anymore when Camille confirmed her appointment.

So Morgana merely turned back to her paperwork, having to take a brief moment to remind herself of the ethics of magical maladies, as she looked at what one of the healers had done. This was the work Morgana usually struggled with more than a normal person, because morale didn't come easy to her. Looking at this healer having found there was nothing left to do, and asking to assist the patient in dying, Morgana would have signed off in a heartbeat, because why shouldn't the patient die? S(he) was going to die anyway.

Her thoughts were temporarily placed to the side of her brain as Camille once again spoke up, and Morgana looked up, meeting the woman's eyes at her comment. At first, Morgana wanted to raise an amused eyebrow, because the comment was obviously a try at starting up a conversation, but Morgana didn't have time, because as the last word was out of Camille's mouth, the woman turned to her own work. Though Morgana herself wasn't quite intrigued yet, it all made sense now. She was not at all surprised that Mordred found this woman interesting. She wasn't the usual waste of space Morgana came across. But what Mordred found intriguing, Morgana only found bearable. That was their biggest difference. Though they were very similar in behaviour and thoughts, the one thing Mordred had more of than Morgana, was curiosity. Morgana kept looking at Camille for a few more seconds, and decided that the moral compass could be put to rest for a moment. "I get it from my father," she said calmly, wanting to see Camille's reaction to that.

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