Characters: Armando Spicket, OPEN (come jump him!) Date: 11 August 1999 Location: Ministry of Magic, 7th floor lounges & coffee Area Rating: TBA Summary: Armando ponders. Then he opens himself to a one time opportunity--speaking with people in the lounge area. Of course, he still has his guard. But come talk to him :) Status: Incomplete
The last week and a half had been quite trying for the Minister of Magic, Armando Spicket. Someone, had chosen to blow up the former visitor's entrance to the Ministry of Magic, in an attempt to kill him. Or at least, that is what the Department of Magical Law Enforcement was telling him. He wanted to know who it was that wanted to kill him and why they were bold enough to try an attack on the entrance of the Ministry.
Another part of him however, the former Auror within, thought that calling it an attempt on his life was premature. If someone had wanted to kill him, they would have sent the spells deeper into the ground, perhaps destroying the entire floor his office sat on. He was receiving mixed signals from the different divisions within the MLE. While Aurors had passed along the intel they had to him, they refused to share information with anyone else--a sign of the inward divisions in the department himself.
There was also the party of Lucius Malfoy, a somewhat ridiculous yet necessary affair. Security for the MLE had been a nightmare--the Malfoys had seemingly invited everyone who was accepted within British wizarding society. Although Armando enjoyed honing his diplomatic skills at society events as he had for decades, he did not enjoy the needless small talk and incessant chattering from people who had no idea what they were talking about. Everyone had a theory but no one knew the facts.
It was now seven days after the attack, and it seemed like no one was closer to any answers. The only positive thing that had occurred was that he was back in his own office. But even now, with the extra security, it seemed much too crowded on the first floor. Although he usually had someone pick up what he wanted, he felt like stretching his legs at the moment. He also wanted people to talk to him about what they knew, or what they thought they knew. Leaving his office, he took the lifts to the seventh floor and stepped out, heading over to pour himself a cup of coffee.