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Mar 30, 2019 0:49:45 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Mar 30, 2019 0:49:45 GMT -7
 31ST DECEMBER 2024
WHEN THE NEWS of Hogsmeade’s destruction and Azkaban’s fall arose, Flora felt nothing but sheer sympathy. She could never understand the feeling of wanting to disrupt an annual kind of celebration, the Winter Festival seemed to bring happiness all around and Azkaban’s fall…Nothing added up. Like most people, Flora didn’t know many things about the Ministry’s enemies, but where power resided, there would always be an enemy to counter it. The Lowell felt like she related in that vague aspect, her mother felt threatened at her gain of…Power. Which had more disadvantages than advantages as a whole.
The days prior, she remembered reading the events in the newspaper, filled with waffling details of the event and a series of images of members of the Ministry the Lowell was sure she had passed at least once or twice. And as the brunette walked into the Ministry later in the afternoon, a person who walked in her opposing direction caught her attention. ”Claire Slater…” Flora found herself saying, trailing off as she realised she spoke aloud. ”I-Uh…” She wanted to congratulate her on managing to tame the dragons that were set free, but like most times, conversation just wasn’t her thing.
”The…Dragons. You- Uh. Done a good job.” She tried, forcing a smile as she looked up at the blonde. Rocking back on her heels, one hand reached up to push light brunette hair behind her ears, something she usually did to fight back against her nerves. While conversation wasn’t exactly her forte, befriending and trusting others was definitely her kryptonite. |
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May 7, 2019 12:02:46 GMT -7
Post by Claire Evangeline Slater on May 7, 2019 12:02:46 GMT -7
 CLAIRE LIKED TO KEEP BUSY. SHE NEVER FELT comfortable at rest. Something, no doubt, linked to the ambition she had learned from her parent's. So, she took every opportunity she could at the Ministry. It's what had put her on the map among aurors. Why people knew her name at all. 'You don't earn anything sitting down, Claire', her father used to say. And, she'd never had the guts to test whether or not he'd been wrong.
Making her way down the winding hallway at the Ministry, Claire was examining a slight smudge on the shoulder of her soft brown trench coat when a voice called upon her. The blonde lifted her head, that pointed chin lifting as she peered at the a person she felt sure she should know. And yet, the name fell short on her tongue. It was terribly impolite of her and she was already beating herself up about it. "Yes...?" She muttered, a question clear in her tone as her eyes roved over the girl's delicate features - searching for recognition inside of herself.
"Oh!" Surprising alighted Claire's face now, chased by the slight curve of her lips. She appreciated praise in all its forms. Lived for it, really. Though, she dipped her chin humbly at being so unexpectedly called upon. "Just doing my job," She said, pleased not to be tasked with the job of recognising her. The subject of 'Claire' was one she was an expert at. And Claire never did like being taken unawares. She prided herself on preparation - even when it came to socialising. "Where you there, too?" She pressed the files she was holding to her chest, an interested tilt to her head, politely smiling all the while.
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May 23, 2019 11:04:12 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on May 23, 2019 11:04:12 GMT -7
WATCHING AS THE WOMAN’S FACIAL features changed, Flora felt bad for even stopping the woman. She seemed busy like many other Ministry Officials and Workers, but Claire Slater was a popular name, a popular face, a popular…woman. The werewolf could tell Claire couldn’t piece together who she exactly was, especially since the Lowell was the kind to keep to herself and snap at those who pried too closely into her personal life or even her history. She felt thankful that the Australian Ministry was messy, unorganised in comparison to the one she worked in now. They still hadn’t even sent over the registration for werewolves that moved overseas.
To many, the background Flora had come from was unknown, and she planned to keep it that way for as long as she could. Matching the smile the Slater pulled, Flora’s hand clutched her briefcase a little tighter. ”A good one at that, it’s not everyday someone is picked upon from the Ministry to represent us all.” She said, a tinge of her old accent picking up. ”Just briefly headed up to drop some things.” She added on, free hand gesturing down at the files she held against her chest. ”Yourself? Seem like you might need some help with those.”
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Aug 7, 2019 6:48:48 GMT -7
Post by Claire Evangeline Slater on Aug 7, 2019 6:48:48 GMT -7
PEOPLE DIDN'T REALLY MAKE 'SMALL TALK' WITH Claire. They gave her things to do, or interviewed her. She didn't know how to respond to someone who simply wanted to... talk to her. For the sake of simply hearing what she had to say. At least, that was the impression she was given from the other woman. She was interested, her eyes pinned on Claire's. Not even hovering a step backwards as if to leave. Claire fumbled with her social graces for a moment before rebounding and taking it in stride. She was good at that... faking it.
"Well, I'm glad you think so." Claire said, still maintaining her gentle humility, despite the fact that she was preening inside. She dipped her chin to the files she was juggling and began to say no, she was quite capable of shuffling them herself before she stopped and cleared her throat. It was like she was being watched, mostly by herself, mocking her inability to make a proper friend at the Ministry after working there for so long. And there someone was, actively speaking to her. A yawning opened in her gut.
"Actually, you could help me if you'd like." Claire said tentatively, rejigging the files she held until they split in to two piles. She managed to do this so that the two pile split entirely even, the brown she kept, the red she offered to the other girl. "How long have you been working at the Ministry?" Claire asked, side eyeing the woman as they walked down the hallway together, down towards the golden and brass elevators, leaflets of paper flying over their heads at a dizzying speed. The mail never stopped. "I'm sorry, I just... I don't remember your name?" Claire dipped her chin and laughed, her cheeks turning pink. "That's so rude of me."
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Aug 21, 2019 3:01:57 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2019 3:01:57 GMT -7
CLAIRE SEEMED TO BE HUMBLE, at least from Flora’s observations and she respected that. As mentioned, it wasn’t everyday someone was picked amongst the rest to represent them all. Surely Claire had a lot on her plate these days from her success just a few days back. She watched as Claire shuffled the pile she held, separating them before eagerly stepping forward, helping her out by taking the red pile. The two began to walk side by side, which allowed for more small talk. Flora was good at that over most things.
”Just under a year? I think I started in July or August? Roughly before my twenty-fourth birthday. How about yourself?” Flora cracked a smile at Claire’s laughter, shaking her head in reassurance. She was so quiet within the Ministry, it was expected not everyone would know her. She had only started to get to know one of her colleagues, and given the Beast Division wasn’t that large…It was fairly bad for Flora to not make some sort of acquaintanceship with others. ”Flora Lowell. It is quite nice to finally meet you.”
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Sept 30, 2019 8:30:29 GMT -7
Post by Claire Evangeline Slater on Sept 30, 2019 8:30:29 GMT -7
CLAIRE LIKED WHEN PEOPLE ASKED HOW LONG she'd been working at the Ministry. It straightened her spine and lifted her lips in a slight smile, with just a slight hint of smugness that might be interpreted as charm if she softened it just enough. "Since graduation," She preened, holding the files closer to her chest. "I always knew that I wanted to work here." That wasn't strictly true, she'd been told she would work there since before she could perform basic charms. Was that slightly different? She thought it might be, but it was besides the point.
"You're still pretty new then." It was framed like a curious observation, but Claire was more saying than she was asking. As if putting herself in a certain place, a place of knowledge - an insider. It wasn't intentional. Claire simply couldn't help herself. As if self correcting her own hubris, Claire drew in a breath and tilted her chin towards Flora slightly. "What Division do you work in again?" Her eyes were narrowed slightly. Aurors were known for their raging superiority complexes, but Claire liked to think she'd forgone that particular characteristic - she had not.
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Oct 7, 2019 17:59:30 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 7, 2019 17:59:30 GMT -7
WHILE FLORA WAS NEW TO the Ministry, London nor the UK was anything new for her. She had roamed around the country for going on four years now, only pursuing in what she wanted as of recent. Flora noticed Claire’s smile at her question, and from surprise, Flora’s brows rose. Graduation? Surely Claire was in her early twenties and most students graduated when they were turning eighteen. ”Merlin that’s quite a while.” She pointed out. ”But being here has only brought you success after all.” She added.
Flora nodded then. ”New and naive.” She joked. There were things she still didn’t know, even about her own division. Like how werewolves were hunted if necessary. What an intriguing point that was left out during her training. The Lowell looked up at Claire then, smile twitching. ”The Beast Division…Kind of a continuation from where I left off from the Ministry back home I suppose. Just had a longer break than I anticipated.”
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Dec 11, 2019 7:55:24 GMT -7
Post by Claire Evangeline Slater on Dec 11, 2019 7:55:24 GMT -7
WITH WHAT CLAIRE HOPED WAS A HUMBLE NOD. Like maybe she didn't really know if it had been the reason she was so very successful, but she was equally pleased that Flora had acknowledged it. In reality, Claire had never really had a choice. Her parents had made it very clear that success - and more specifically, Ministry success - was her only option. Grey had shirked it, which seemed to only double their expectations of her. She thrived on it, though. Or, so she told herself. "I suppose," is all she actually said, though. Because, what else.
Flora was sweet in a way that was quite rare at the Ministry. Which was rife with career competition and arrogance. Claire was no stranger to it herself, but she didn't like to interact with it directly. "Beast Division?" Claire's tone conveyed her shock, as in her experience those who dealt with the regulation and often extermination of unruly and monitored beasts were... rough diamonds. "Forgive me," She laughed in embarrassment. "I mean nothing by it, it's just..." She dipped her chin contritely. "You don't look the type." This, of course, wasn't exactly encouraging, but Claire wasn't always media trained.
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