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- OOC First Name
- Ana
- Blood Status
- Half Blood
- Relationship Status
- Single
- Wand
- Curly 11.5'' Sturdy Elm Wand with Meteorite Dust Core
- Age
- 20
The Minister for Magic election was just a few weeks away, and Celia could feel the tension back at campaign headquarters. James Cade might have been known as one of the more relaxed candidates, but there was no doubt his campaign staff and volunteers wanted desperately to get him elected. There was admittedly less at stake for Celia if he lost. She wasn't a New Zealand resident, and she would be leaving the country for good as soon as she graduated from Hogwarts. But she still wanted to be able to put "volunteered for a winning political campaign" on her resume. Plus, she was eager to see him reform Hogwarts.
Today Celia had a long list of Brightstone households she needed to canvass. It wasn't exactly the most glamorous work — she'd already had seven doors slammed in her face — but she knew it was necessary. This was one of their last chances to appeal directly to voters before the election. Celia also privately hoped that if she paid her dues now, she could do more interesting work the next time she volunteered with a political campaign. How exactly she would explain her work for a magical, foreign campaign to a muggle, American one, she had no idea. But that was a bridge she would cross when she got to it. For now, she just had to focus on being the best volunteer the Cade campaign had ever seen. So, clipboard in hand, Celia made her way to the next house on her list and knocked firmly on the door.
Today Celia had a long list of Brightstone households she needed to canvass. It wasn't exactly the most glamorous work — she'd already had seven doors slammed in her face — but she knew it was necessary. This was one of their last chances to appeal directly to voters before the election. Celia also privately hoped that if she paid her dues now, she could do more interesting work the next time she volunteered with a political campaign. How exactly she would explain her work for a magical, foreign campaign to a muggle, American one, she had no idea. But that was a bridge she would cross when she got to it. For now, she just had to focus on being the best volunteer the Cade campaign had ever seen. So, clipboard in hand, Celia made her way to the next house on her list and knocked firmly on the door.