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[Rupert Cresswell]

Rupert's last few months had been unbelievably busy, far more so than he had anticipated, and as a result he had been prevented from making what he felt to be one of the most important visits of his candidacy until now. Despite not having seen it for some time, the door ahead of him was as familiar to Rupert as if he had last visited just yesterday. He straightened his tie and cleared his throat, running one hand gently over his hair before reaching out to knock on the door. This was going to be a fight, Rupert was certain of that, but Rupert was determined to put up the best front he possibly could. And win. Of course. If Rupert Cresswell was anything, he was a winner. "Miles?" Rupert called out, following his first knock up with a second. "Dear brother, could you spare a moment?"

 

[Miles Cresswell]

Miles had a very good reason for not following the elections all that closely, the reason being his brother's smarmy face being everywhere already. He didn't want to seek it out even more. He wasn't sure who he would vote for when the time came, but he knew he wouldn't be voting for Rupert. Somehow, Miles had stayed out of the spotlight. He guessed Rupert hadn't mentioned him, and it wasn't like Miles got out a whole lot. The most he could say was that he had gotten a few weird stares when out in wizarding areas. Miles was humming to himself as he watered his plants. He jumped at the knock on the door, turning towards it. He winced again at the voice on the other side, going very still. Maybe if Rupert thought he was out, he would leave.