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Hyperion Montgomery (adaurorble) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Hyperion chuckled slightly at that and shook his head. "I'm sure nothing bad will come up," he disgareed with a smile. "It's the Department of Mysteries afterall, so apart from my mother sticking her nose in things that aren't her ken, we are totally unaware of what goes on in there." He decided not to mention the various things that Harry had mentioned to him once, knowing that Unspeakables could be slightly finicky about their domain being invaded.

"Oh I can believe it," he replied with a sad shake of his head. "The entire year after Voldemort killed Cedric Diggory and returned the Ministry essentially pretended that nothing was wrong and leant on the Prophet to reflect that are a perfect example of Orwellian government. Still, hopefully things are improving, aye?"

Hyperion grinned and bowed his head slightly. "Don't worry, I understand the joy of reading a book without having it spoilt. I hate it when people do it to me, so I wouldn't do it to someone else." He shook his head with a sad sigh. "I have a friend who loves telling me the end of books, it makes me very sad, and her very sad when I get very sad. So really, best to avoid spoiling, aye?"

"It's very fun," Hyperion rumbled approvingly, unaware of the turmoil he'd caused in his companion. "Technically the book club was organised by the London Library, but as there's a fee for joining the library and some of our members can't afford it, we meet in a café in St James' or sometimes in one of our houses." He bit his lip thoughtfully for a moment and shrugged. "Well we tend to meet on a Saturday afternoon, so work doesn't pose a problem. Even workaholics like me can leave the office and socialise and discuss books and life for an afternoon."