Post by mirka on Apr 14, 2010 22:40:40 GMT
'Brilliant place!' says One, brandishing her hands in enthusiastic fervour. 'Excellent reforms in Squib rights and there even is an office helping us people at the Ministry!'
You approach a man in London: 'No. England has gone to the dogs,' he replies curtly. You look confused for a moment and, out of tired kindness and hopes to settle your bafflement, gestures at the Daily Prophet. Inside, there is an article about a Muggleborn being made head of a Ministry department. The man disappears somewhat suddenly, full of punctuality, as the clock tower sounds three o'clock. [/SIZE][/font]
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Media is everywhere; information is nowhere. War is about to leak through the frail protections of England. As tensions buzz through the air like a plaguey something, there is a sense of foreboding. What will happen as soon as they finally leave the castle walls? [/SIZE][/font]
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