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THE INTERNATIONAL STATUTE OF TRANSPARENCY

"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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Aoife O'Donnell

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Dec 21 2016, 07:08 PM
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<div class="letter1">"Y</div>eah, the... the hot chocolate thing, please, strong as you like," she decided. That sounded good. She could always start on the firewhiskey a little later, since the Spiked Hot Chocolate came so highly recommended by the barman at the Three Broomsticks. "Thanks."
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Aoife had always been a fan of New Year celebrations. Her family used to have a huge party for all their friends - not this year, since her father hadn't been too well - that she loved. This year, she hadn't got any plans, so after considering working late, then considering sitting alone at home, she'd decided last minute to hit Hogsmeade for the lights she'd heard were so nice, and whatever complete shit in a glass the Three Broomsticks happened to be serving specially for the occasion.<p>

Forcing down a sip of the awful hot chocolate as she left the pub, Aoife wandered around outside trying to find a seat. The narrow streets were full to the brim with people that didn't really fit, and Aoife couldn't even see the supposedly beautiful lights because of the abnormally tall man blocking her view. Eventually, after much wrestling through the swarms of people, she came across a little bit of wall that she could stand in front of in peace. Well, relative peace - her eardrums were deafened by the shouting and music, but at least from here she could see the fireworks, and possibly the fireworks when it was time.<p>

She placed the demonic hot chocolate drink on the floor beside her, unable to handle another sip at least for a while. God knew what was in that thing, but there certainly wasn't much hot chocolate. She reached into her bag for a chocolate frog. She was starving (it had been almost three hours since she'd had dinner) and it was unlike Aoife to go anywhere without snacks. It was a common misconception that chocolate frogs were only for children, which she hated, but no silly rumour like that was going to stop her regular Honeydukes visits. Aoife O'Donnell ate whatever amphibian themed confectionery that she liked.<p>

Deciding that she was best off just getting herself a bottle of firewhiskey, Aoife sighed as she realised that the crowds, somehow, seemed to have grown even more, and there wasn't a chance in hell she was making it back to the pub without a couple of broken ribs. But she had always been a fighter and a moron, so with a cheerful grin she began pushing through the swarms. And then she ran smack bang into someone coming in the other direction - totally not her fault - and found herself flying backwards and landing on the cold stone floor. "Tonight's just not my night," she mumbled.

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<div class="letter1">S</div>ince the Prophet had been slightly short on staff recently, Aoife's jobs had been plentiful, and had mainly consisted of reporting on events (and sometimes getting the photos as well) rather than just the photography as she'd started out doing. But today there was a press conference held by the Minister, and a more senior reporter would be writing the article on whatever he was going to ay. Aoife had been told to go along to get a couple of photos of the man looking all fancy and Minister-ish. For the front page, which was nice. She expected it to be awfully dull, just sitting there for way too log while he drowned on about something or other (they didn't actually know what it was about yet, she was just assuming).
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Her boss had told her the conference started at half one, which was why when she arrived promptly at quarter past - missing her lunch break for the sake of this stupid thing - and the welcome witch had told her she was forty five minutes early, she was somewhat frustrated.
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Mentally cursing her boss, Aoife wandered into the crowded atrium area. What seemed like thousands of employees streamed through the area, she imagined for their lunch breaks. Seeing a little café, Aoife headed in that direction instead, deciding that getting something to eat would be better to pass the time than standing in the middle of the crowded atrium while people pushed past. She joined the fairly long queue, and when she got to the front ordered a coffee and a bagel. This had almost worked out well - now she didn't have to go hungry because of the press conference.
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She chose a table she figured was a good place for people watching, and digged into her bagel. Now she understood why half of Hogwarts came to work here after they graduated - because of the really great bagels. The coffee was pretty good too. Also, it was a pretty nice place, she decided as she looked around the space. Good architecture. When she got bored examining the ceiling, Aoife returned her attention to her camera, fiddling with the lense. It looked a little out of place, and she was slightly concerned her camera was dying on her. She'd had it a while now, and fixed it countless times, but at this point she was kind of expecting it to fall apart at any moment. That was upsetting - it would pain her greatly to have to replace her dear, dear old camera.

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<div class="letter1">S</div>ince she had started getting better articles which took up every single minute of her day, Aoife had begun to appreciate the value of her free time. This morning, on her first absolutely free day off in what seemed like forever, she had already visited her mam and her brother Tag back home, baked brownies, cleaned her apartment, gone food shopping and walked her elderly neighbour's dog. So all in all, she'd been fairly productive (especially considering this was Aoife, who used to be the biggest procrastinator ever). Only now she was exhausted and hungry, so she apparated to the first place she thought of where she could buy food, Hogsmeade. Days off were the best. She walked along the street without paying much attention to where she was going.
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Only then it suddenly began to rain, and she headed for cover. The nearest place was Florean Fortescue's, coincidentally. And although she knew they didn't sell anything particularly savoury or substantial, she joined the queue anyway, deciding that she wasn't enough of a mature adult to not eat ice-cream for lunch, or to not eat ice-cream based on it being pouring down with rain. She was smiling widely as she waited - Florean's used to be the best job ever. At least, that was what she thought now that she had a super stressful, time consuming job, and could look back to her school days through rose-tinted glasses. But working at the Prophet generally didn't get you free ice-cream, that much was true - it really sucked.
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"I'd recommend the raspberry and chicken curry," she noted casually to the person next to her in the queue. "Sounds nasty, but it's actually surprisingly delicious." And Aoife had worked at Florean's for four years, and tried every single ice-cream flavour and combination there was. So she considered herself qualified to rate and recommend them. She was a total ice-cream connoisseur. Today she'd probably go for the classic herbal tea flavour. She fiddled with a lock of her hair absentmindedly, looking into space for a while before she actually realised she'd been talking to somebody else, and looked up to see a girl probably a few years younger than her. "Oh, hey."
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<div class="letter1">A</div>oife had never been one for caffeine before: her mother had always been adamant that young Aoife was far too hyper - there was no need to make mam's life any more difficult. And she'd never been particularly bothered anyway. But over the last couple of months her attitude had completely changed, and somehow she'd suddenly started drinking at least two cups of coffee a day. And she couldn't help it - there was no way she'd make it through her increasingly busy day without her coffee on the way to work, and her coffee there. Admittedly, as her mother had predicted, it did make her a little too hyper, but she liked to think that the more energetic she was, the better her articles turned out. Maybe.

<p>On this particular day, she had been out in London meeting a ministry employee to get a comment for yet another article on the Statute of Transparency. There had been a million different painfully repetitive articles, all made up of the same recycled garbage, and Aoife was sure that by now the British public must be tired of it; she certainly was. There was nothing else to report on, the Statute had been passed and that was that. She was just hoping there'd be some other big news story to jump onto soon - by this point, she almost wouldn't mind going back to those tiny thirty word pieces she'd get when she first started writing for the Prophet.

<p>And after a long, dull meeting with some irrelevant man from the Minister's office (having had no coffee this morning to make it more bearable) she was just about ready to collapse. But since she had to return to the office in an hour or so, she'd have to make do with stopping off for a coffee in Diagon Alley. Ever the volatile and unpredictable being, Aoife decided to mix up her order a little and go with a latte. Only, when she'd paid and picked up the latte, in a rush to get to her usual table by the window, she spun around and collided with a man, knocking his cup from his hand.

<p>She was sure she'd never grow out of this clumsiness. Or how mortified she always felt when something like this happened. Or the rambling afterwards. "I am so sorry," she uttered, a little shocked. "Are you okay? It didn't burn you, did it? Oh my goodness, can I buy you another drink? I'm so sorry. So sorry."

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<h3>about</h3>
<p>Aoife O'Donnell is a nineteen year old Daily Prophet journalist/photographer. In general, she's nice: she likes people, she likes making friends and she isn't shy. She graduated school the year before last (having been in Gryffindor) and since has built herself up as a relatively successful reporter. She's determined and perseverent, but sometimes ignorant and insensitive to other people's feelings and opinions. She is honest and says it like it is, so often manages to offend people without realising. Aoife is one to just go with the flow and doesn't tend to get too stressed over anything.</p>
<h3>friends</h3>
<p>There will probably be a few: people she's known since school, colleagues, or just anyone she has struck up conversation with in the street. Anyone that doesn't mind how she's quite blunt and airheaded, and can see that she's not a totally awful person. Since she often just talks to whichever stranger she sees, Aoife will have a lot of acquaintances. When it comes to close friends she's absolutely loyal and lovely, it's just a little more difficult to get her to like you that much. </p>
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<p>As someone who is very self-centred and a little ignorant, Aoife doesn't find it very hard to accidentally make enemies. What tends to happen is she says something mean or rude without realising and then it gets blown out of proportion. She also has quite a short temper, and doesn't have much patience with people she doesn't like. She is one to hold grudges and anyone who gets on her bad side is likely to stay there for a while.</p>
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<p>Absolutely oblivious, Aoife most likely would never notice if someone was flirting with her. They'd have to be extremely obvious to get her attention romantically. She isn't particularly looking for love, but if someone did come along, she'd totally be up for a relationship. She dreams of the day an attractive Welsh shepherd will come along and sweep her off her feet, but maybe she'll settle for someone a little less perfect.</p>
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