|Gawain Robards (sir_gawain) wrote in strugglewithin,|
@ 2008-11-18 19:31:00
|Entry tags:||*complete, august 1997, cho chang, gawain robards, hestia jones|
RP: After a day like his ...
Date: 18 August 1997
Characters: Gawain Robards, Hestia Jones, Cho Chang
Location: The Leaky Cauldron
Summary: After a day of trying to calm his Muggleborn employees, Gawain goes for a drink.
Gawain had spent the last week trying to calm the fears of his Muggleborn employees. He didn't think he'd done a great job, especially as he couldn't give them any guarantees or even solid answers. With the deadline for their Blood Status reports looming (and a good few of his men had refused to fill it out entirely, even though he knew for certain one was a half-blood and another a pureblood), he was worn out. What the Ministry planned to do with the reports was anyone's guess - and everyone was guessing. He'd tried to ask the Minister himself, but he hadn't been given an answer, just some sort of murmuring on 'following up with the origins of magic' which was rubbish if you asked him. They hadn't, of course.
And so, he was half wondering if he should owl up those of his men who he knew were Muggleborns and suggest they take a jaunt across the Channel or some such. But it wasn't fair - they shouldn't be forced out of their jobs. Fair, though, had little to do with life, he knew. He just hoped that there wouldn't be any drastic actions in response to these forms.
The case he'd been on the past two days wasn't helping things, either. The head of the Department of Magical Transportation had been tortured and killed, as had the man's wife. Rumor had it that Xavier Selwyn had been given the nod by the Minister, though that hadn't been confirmed in writing yet. It was a gruesome case, though no more worse than the other recent Death Eater attacks. There'd been arson, torture, vandalism, among other things, and though he even had witnesses to some of the crimes, he hadn't the manpower to go on a full-scale hunt for the three Lestranges and their assorted companions.
He didn't hold out too much hope, though, for any of it with the way things were going now which was why he was at the Leaky, staring in a pint of Tom's best.