The Ministry Controls You

[Yevheniy Kharchenko]

Today was important, with a number of changes to the Scitorari, the leaders had organised a recruitment drive, or just a reminder to people that they existed, the ministry had been coming down on them hard, unjustly so. Yevheniy wasn't happy with that, much like how the other leaders and members weren't happy with it either. They were standing strong, they weren't struggling, they weren't a dying force in the slightest, Yevheniy who had joined on a whim, now stood strong as a leader, tired of the sitting around and nothingness of the other members, he was practically euphoric with excitement over what they were about to do even if it didn't include much brute violence. The fact that they were doing anything was good to him, and as the youngest faction they had the most reason to be at it, to want to do it, to be driving the point forward.

Yevheniy apparated directly underneath the scorched mark of the Scitorari in the side of the building, the proud letters, the ministry controls you scorched under the symbol, he had his wand in hand and a scarf of sorts covering most of his face, hiding his identity though he didn't much care knew about what he was doing. He let his pale blue eyes scan the surrounding area, noting that while people who passed were looking to the symbol with curious and questioning gazes no one was yet giving him any attention. The man began getting ready, unfurling the banner and using his magic to prop it up underneath the scorched mark in the side of the build, with proud symbol of the Scitorari's adorning both edges of it and the words, Anarcho-Magic, join the fight in bold unmissable letters.The others would arrive soon enough, and the other factions would be bringing what they wanted, their banners or just their message.

Yev with a small faction had sent his one other official member to the other location where the same would be be happening, but he trusted the man to do what he wanted and do it well, which was why he could afford to be here, plus with the school so close he thought that would be the best place for him. Yevheniy took a small glance at his watch and then back at his work, and decided it was time, he gripped his wand tightly in his hand and then pointed it upwards to the sky, casting the spell with determination, smoke shooting from his wand, and settling high above him and forming into a clear, high in the mostly clear sky for all to see was the Scitorari Ouroboros. It was time.
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[Matthew Cosgrove]

The semester had so far gone by uneventful and that was just how he liked it. Brightstone weekends were still something he looked forward to even as he approached the end of his time at the school. Lately Matthew found himself feeling powerless, the last year or so it felt like everyone had been telling him what he couldn't do and who he could and couldn't see. He hated it and need to do something to change. Matthew noticed something while he was walking around the village, a recruitment drive for Scitorari. He had heard little bits about the organisation but it looked like it was something fighting ministry control, in his current mood that appealed to him. Matthew made his way over to someone who looked like he was running the drive, though he didn't look much older than himself. "Tell me everything I need to know,"

 

[Jean Snow]

Jean usually would’ve taken advantage of the school being more empty to spend more time with Victoire. They didn’t have much time to just be alone and themselves as it was, and Jean was well aware of that fact. But, he really needed to pick something up from Brightstone, so he headed out with the others as the gates were opened and the Brightstone weekend officially began. The Gryffindor guy quickly headed to the store that he needed to go to, stocking up, before heading into another and another store. Money wasn’t much of an issue for the Gryffindor who received a rather large allowance from his mother each month. It had been enough to complete his purchases for his siblings as their birthday was just around the corner. In only a month and a half, the quadruplets would be of age. Jean couldn’t believe it himself, but it was true.

Thinking about his birthday and wondering if his siblings would want to spend the day together or if he could get away with just hiding with Victoire somewhere, Jean stumbled into a crowd of people. Seeing the commotion was easy for him. At well over 6 feet, the guy had a better vantage point than most. The Scitorari mark that had appeared in the papers in numerous articles was soaring above him, smoky as it rose. Jean looked around at some of the other people in the area, mostly students wondering if he should intervene as a prefect. The guy shoved his hands in his pockets, feeling for his wand, as he waited to see what would happen. If one of the head students came out and ordered him to help, he would. If not, he was ready to head back to the castle and stay out of whatever mess this was going to become. Instead, he looked around, teaching in the words about the Ministry and seeing another banner that said something that he couldn't quite read from his spot.

 

[Avie Mitchell]

Despite his lower intelligence, it didn't exactly stop Avie's curiosity and given that his birthday had recently been his aunt in her only letter of the year had sent him an envelope of money to buy himself a gift, something to make up for the lack of gifts at christmas, Avie's favourite holiday, so he'd found himself in Brightstone, and following the smoke in the sky, darting between streets and lanes and just not managing to get any closer. He had a rock in his hand, Rockie sitting on his shoulder and he was feeling pretty excited by it, when he arrived at the scene it wasn't exactly what he expected, there were symbols he knew meant something but he didn't know what the letters said, he was able to figure out the, and the you, and he was struggling at the side to figure out the word which began with a C, managing to after a lot of effort figuring out that it said Controls, but that was all he could see. The teen didn't understand what they were doing and then noticed not too far from him, Jean, who had played Hide and seek with him, which Avie had loved.

"JEAN," he screamed happily before rushing over to him, wrapping his arms around the taller boy in a hug before pulling away and pointing directly at the older boy with his banner, "What's happening?" he asked with a genuine curiosity in his tone, "I figured out most of it what it says but I don't understand," he poked Jean's side as he motioned to the words, "What is mine-is-tary?" he asked him. It was the only part that he hadn't figured out of what was written on the wall, and the boy figured that it was vital to understanding what was happening, he was trying his hardest to learn how to read but there were only so many hours in the day and Avie had no hope of really catching up but he was trying his best.
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[Yevheniy Kharchenko]

Yevheniy had no idea how it would go, or who might approach him and when, his wand was held in his wand, and Yevheniy wasn't afraid of anything that could go wrong at least in terms of confrontations with people, but he was a little surprised when a young man approached him and Yev looked at him up and down, trying to size him up and then flashed a charming smile, as charming as he could manage, he would try his best to be polite during this recruitment drive or at least at this beginning point with this boy. Yev took a moment, crossing his arms over his chest, letting the silence just surround them for a moment, until he decided that enough time had passed for him to be able to reply to it, "Everything?" he started, "The ministry controls you, it controls what you learn, it controls what you become, it decides everything that you do," Yevheniy started, "It decides what what your school teaches you and therefore limits your actual power, it actively makes you less powerful because that suits them," the man replied, "We want to free the knowledge from the ministry, we want to control what we learn and end the arbitrary lines they draw between good and bad," Yevheniy didn't take his gaze off the boy in front of him recruiting people young like him for Yev's faction wouldn't be a terrible thing, they were the ones with the least amount to lose. Yevheniy motioning to the scorch mark, "We just want to control our own futures, be our own masters," with that Yevheniy gave the boy in front of him a look as if to ask if he had any further questions.
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[Jean Snow]

Not thrilled at having his name yelled out in the space, Jean shushed Avie even as he allowed himself to be hugged. He wasn't happy to see the Slytherin boy, not here but there was nothing to be done now. "Ministry" Jean corrected the boy, his French accent coming through as he said the word. "The Ministry controls you" he added, reading the whole phrase aloud.

He looked down at Avie. "You know what that is, right?" he asked, referring to the symbol as he eyed the group. Jean felt tense, knowing that the Scitorari were responsible for King's death and that another Scitorari had almost become the Minister of Magic. They were dangerous, that's really all he knew about them, and he didn't want anyone he knew to get hurt. Jean was glad that Avie was close. Hopefully, they'd be able to get out of here easily if things went south. "Scitorari" he said in a hushed tone. The word felt weird coming from his mouth.

 

[Adalia Ater]

Approaching the set spot for the Leader's to gather to promote their faction's Adalia scanned the area with her emerald green eyes. The Youngest and newest leader of the Scitorari was already there talking to some what seemed to be eager students. The Silver haired woman let out an unsatisfied sigh, if anyone approached now it would appear as if she was taking her grandson out for a walk in the village.
Banners were fluttering about and she just rolled her eyes again, so much attention brought out, any ministry official could walk by and have a leader of the Scitorari in their grasp in moments if they weren't careful.

Walking through the crowd of children she crossed her arms and watched as the other Leader explained why they were doing the recruitment drive, she couldn't help wonder why it was necessary, back in her day they taught their children the darkness and power and they shared the values with their friends, there would be no benefit from forcing Dark Magic onto student's who had no real passion for it but none the less she was there to promote Blood Magic her Faction which specialised in using Blood to protect things, to create things, the magic in magical blood had incredible properties, and she planned to harvest it.
'We have Control of our own Futures' she cut in 'Nothing can be taken from you if you have the skills and power to do so, but that is if you are capable of possessing such power' her eyes changed from the other Leader to the boy who was eager to find out everything he can 'But does this little boy have the power, that is the question, can he handle forbidden magic?' Adalia let out a small chuckle 'Can any of them?' her eyes studied their expressions wondering if they were in over their heads.

 

[Esme Lancaster]

The Brightstone Weekends were never all that exciting. While it was definitely nice to get out of the confines of the school grounds, there was only so much shopping a witch could do. Esme had plenty of galleons saved up from her work at Ollivanders, but there was little she didn't already have. None of the stores had come out with any interesting, new stock in some time, making the visits to the village a little dull. This weekend was different, which quickly made evident. The Lancaster witch had been browsing a beautiful silk cloak in Madam Malkins shop window, tossing up whether or not she needed another one in her wardrobe, when she had noticed the smokey serpent appear in the sky, reflected in the glass. She turned, gazing up at the symbol of the Scitorari, and started walking in its direction. She did not want to miss out on all of the excitement.

Arriving at the scene, Esme noted the presence of some of the other students, particularly Jean and Avie, in her own year. Before them stood a surprisingly young wizard, preaching to the spectators of the Ministry and its oppression. Given how the group had been portrayed by the media, the man definitely didn't seem like such a criminal. If anything, it was starting to sound more like the government were the real bad guys. "Why so quiet? Scared?" Esme chimed in as she came up behind the Gryffindor and Slytherin boys. "I think they have the right idea." She looked between them, then up at the Scitorari youth. Only a moment later, an elderly woman joined the fray. If the group was looking to convert people to their cause, or educate them of their beliefs, belittling the students wasn't the best way to go. Typical, for a woman as old as she to act so high and mighty. They were the future - her time would soon be over. "I think I can safely say I know more about the future than this witch."

 

[Avie Mitchell]

Avie didn't understand why he was being shushed by Jean, but he was glad when the taller boy still helped him understand the word that he was struggling with, now he had a full sentence, the ministry controls you the boy repeated quietly, titling his head to look at the words, although he didn't fully understand what they were or what any of this meant, he knew the symbol meant something but the of-age wizard had no idea what this actually meant, and no idea what the word was, "Scit..Scitoro," he struggled to mimic how it was being said by the other boy, he just shook his head at him. This was short lived when Esme appeared behind them, and Avie immediately broke from standing right beside Jean to next to Esme, wrapping his arms around his friend and shaking his head, "Who are they?" he asked, pressed, "Should I go ask them?" he asked, since she seemed to think that they had a right idea and he trusted Esme's opinion on such things. Avie was equally confused about what she said, and definitely didn't understand what the far older woman was saying, "Can you tell the future Esme?" he asked scratching his head in confusion, could any person actually tell the future.
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[Jean Snow]

“Please” Jean scoffed, though he elaborated no further. Jean knew that he came from a family that had some dark wizards and that some of them had even been Death Eaters and likely Scitorari members. He wasn’t stupid enough to think that his family didn’t belong. In truth, he didn’t know what to think about what the man, really he only looked a few years older than Jean’s own age, was saying. Not that he had heard everything with Avie having interrupted as he’d been listening. Jean didn’t know that he cared enough about the Ministry’s supposed control over him to care about freeing himself from that control. Really, he just wanted to play quidditch, and he didn’t think the Ministry or the Scitorari cared much about that aspect of the wizarding world. Still, he wasn’t trying to draw attention to himself, certainly not while he was in Avie’s presence. Jean knew that the boy, while older than he was and one of the nicest people he’d ever know, shouldn’t be brought to the group’s attention. He could see them trying and probably succeeding in manipulating the naïve Slytherin. Jean didn’t want that. As Avie moved to hover closer to Esme, Jean took that as his cue to leave, though he paused to answer Avie’s question. “I wouldn’t go asking them anything, Avie.” With a small shrug as Esme spoke about knowing more than the old woman that had joined the younger guy near the sign, Jean saluted the pair and headed off with his bags.

 

[Esme Lancaster]

The witch placed an arm around Avie as he hugged her, not at all bothered by Jean's presence. "They're a group of wizards and witches who oppose the Ministry of Magic - the people who make all of the rules and force us to hide." Esme informed the Slytherin boy, her eyes on the Scitorari man. She hadn't known the group to be so vocal before. With two arrests of their members in the paper, she would have thought they'd remain in hiding, working in the shadows. "I do have to agree with Jean on this one." There was a first time for everything, though likely the last time she'd agree with the Gryffindor. "It would be best to just watch and listen. See what they have to say." She didn't want him to do or say the wrong thing to this particular group of people. While she thought what they stood for was right, it didn't make them any less dangerous, and she didn't want him getting himself hurt.

Tearing her eyes from the group that had formed, Esme briefly raised her hand to silently bid the Snow boy goodbye as he departed, before leaning in closer to Avie. "I can see the future, but I don't tell." She said with a small smile. "That woman boasts power, but I doubt any of them can do what I can."

 

[Austiin Hayes]

With all the trouble their members had been getting themselves into, he wasn't sure if it was exactly wise to be doing this right now. However, it had to be done eventually, though having their leaders out and about with their members in relatively close areas, the necromancer was on high alert. Unfortunately, he would be stuck with the child, and that blood woman. He had nothing against them personally, but if he were honest, their groups seemed beyond ridiculous. It wouldn't be a good idea to have an impulsive twit running anything, whilst Ms. Ater was hardly sociable herself. Tucking his cloak further and righting his scarf, he joined his compatriots, wishing that he could be with other people.

The only good thing about being here was that he would be closer to his children, which was always nice. He liked the thought of them being gently exposed - and what with the bullcr*p Ms. Ater just sprouted, he would rather himself being the one to speak with them. If they wanted the young to take notice of the Ministry's control, it would probably be best to not go about insulting them. Young people didn't appreciate that sort of thing. Smiling at her calmly, Austiin interjected himself into the conversation. "Perhaps the best way to seek power and understanding, is to be allowed to try," he replied, his smile almost saccharine. "That is, after all, why we are here. A little gentle persuasion and explanation is always a benefit. Everyone has a purpose, some just need another to help them along, and there is never shame in seeking guidance."
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[Pia Morales]

The brightstone weekend was the reason Pia dragged herself from the confines of the castle and the ever tedious task of studying that day but the commotion around what she released was the Scitorari forced her to stay. She knew little about the group besides the blatantly obvious fact they were portrayed as 'bad' in the media though that knowledge only heightened her curiosity as she stood and watched from afar, closer to the students she recognized than any of the intimidating looking Scitorari members. As she watched and listened to each of the adults speak she twirled a loose strand of her red ombre hair with her fingers, attempting to keep a poker face and a general neutral demeanor but the words coming from the younger member talking did ring true to her. Pia did not view the ministry as the enemy but after the ordeal with her father she would definitely not turn to them for anything and the words she was hearing caused her to wonder if her family was not the only family hurt by the ministry's selfishness throughout the years. Even then she wouldn't actively turn against the ministry but the propaganda she was hearing, although it was propaganda, did cause her to wonder as she continued to stand in her spot and watch the event unfold. ​

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[Valentina Morales]

Valentina Morales was known amongst her colleagues as being perhaps too liberal that at times she bordered on conservative as she had been against the government for so many years. While she was in New Zealand to help her little brother adjust to the country just as Ignacio was, she was also busy working as a foreign journalist. With a piece in the final stages she was able to take a walk through the village nearby. The woman was wholly uncertain about sending both her younger siblings to a foreign school. At least at Castelobruxo she, Ignacio and her mother all knew what to expect from their education but Hogwarts was still unknown territory, despite Pia’s assurances she was happy there. Happy was good but was her mind being turned to mulch by an awry government? It was very likely and as this thought went into her mind it was proved to be more accurate of a fear than before. The Scitorari were something she’d heard of but never seen before and the words that were said, spoke to her. Even if directed at a younger boy. While she perhaps should have been reporting on this too, Valentina decided to watch and listen. She heard the whispers of passersby, some negative, some positive and some just uncertain but her focus was on the leader of this demonstration. He spoke of the dangers of the government and she could not agree more with him. As she was so focused, she hardly noticed a familiar face amongst the crowd and decided to comment, directed at what appeared to be the leader, "How could you be against the Ministry if you also seem to have a power dynamic that mimics theirs?" The woman appreciated his words but words were easy and if they were truly anti-establishment and against the Ministry of Magic they would be completely based off of anarchy, something she was completely in support of.

 

[Yevheniy Kharchenko]

While there seemed to be cluster of students gathering a little away from them, Yevheniy looked to the older woman whom he knew to be the leader of the blood magic, the group he'd almost switched to when the elementalists had disbanded, and he consider what she was saying to the boy he was talking to, the boy seemed like the type who perhaps needed a bit of persuading though definitely capable of joining, he knew that they got a lot of press, not positive things were said about them, and Yevheniy knew they were hardly sunshine and daisy chains, but they were right, magic was limited by those in power, whether it be in raising the dead, blood magic, mind control, potions or dark magic, they limited it, decided what was right and what was wrong and all they wanted was to be in control of their own choices. At her question, he gave a light scoff, he knew as a young leader of a faction he had a lot to prove, but he knew his target, people who were just like him, and these kids coming out of school would be more than capable and more than willing to try to take the world, he offered an alternative to explore magic that wasn't included in school, "They are, just like you were once their age and capable too," he commented keeping a slight bitterness in his tone.

At this another man appeared, whom he knew to be from the necromancers and he just looked at him and his interjection and shook his head, guidance was perhaps what they somewhat offered, but it was more a path, the ability to try and do something different, to fight strongly and on ones feet, well, that was what he offered. It was at this point that a girl walked up to them a little older than Yevheniy was and asked them about power, and arguably he could see her point, but just smiled his usual attempt at a charming smile, "I do not believe we have a power structure which resembles theirs, after all, we do not have one leader, we are a collective of groups in pursuit of one goal," he told her, "I for instance am part of anarcho-magic," the man pointed with a dismissive wave to the banner he stood behind, "We don't have a leader other than in name, things are discussed and decided as a group, we are independent people who gather together to decide how best to fight the establishment, and we're not afraid of taking this fight right to the ministry's front door," he told her, stopping there in an attempt to see her reaction and gage how well that had sat with her, in saying how best he implied the dark magic they were keen free and happily explored.
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[Avie Mitchell]

Avie wasn't sure why Jean seemed to warn him away from the members of the Scitorari that seemed to be lingering about, there was a small amount of students gathering a few older people stood under the smokey image, but mostly Avie was just curious about them, he didn't know anything and he didn't exactly have many prospects for after school, so perhaps they would give him more time to learn or teach him how to make his mother come back to him as a ghost, and he liked that they didn't want to make them hide, though he thought that hide and seek was incredibly fun. He waved goodbye to Jean as he appeared to be walking away and then glanced back at Esme as she also warned him to not approach them, to just watch and listen, and though he was very curious about this future telling ability Avie decided to perhaps talk to them. He shifted from foot to foot, watching a woman older than him or Esme walked up to the boy with the banner leaving the other members open. Avie made a small noise as it coming to some form of internal decision and broke from Esme rushing over to the older man, who had just spoke of guidance, "I want guidance," he told the man with his usual bright expression, "I want to be powerful and able like all my friends are," Avie didn't like being the worst at magic, he didn't like being unable to keep up, perhaps they could help him feel as powerful as his friends all were, all of whom he just wanted to be like.
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[Dannii Merrythought]

Danni had been out for a run in the fields surrounding the village. The feeling of the grass beneath her paws was one of the best in world. As she got nearer to Brightstone she shifted back into her human form, and jogged the rest of the way. Although she would have loved to stay as a lion it might cause a bit on panic. She was going to jog to Honeydukes, and pick up some jelly slugs, but was distracted by a crowd of grown ups, and students. There seemed to be some kind of demonstration going on. Dannii slowed down, and walked over. She listened to what the young man, and old women had to say, and Dannii found herself agreeing with them. It reminded her of what her last boyfriend used to say all the time. She didn't really want to stick around with the kids though, and left telling herself she would look up more about the group when she got home.

 

[Braxton Sparkles]

Braxton couldn't believe the nerve of the Scitorari. As soon as he was informed, he grabbed his wand and apparated to Brightstone, concerned that it was a visiting weekend from the school. Brax did not want the kids to have to see this. By the time the Auror got there, there was already a crowd, the Scitorari in full swing. He scowled, angry that they had received the message so late, that they weren't able to stop them sooner. Fearful of a brawl or duel, Braxton started moving slowly through the back of the crowd, gently but firmly telling people to go home, the students to go to school. He didn't want anyone to get hurt should things get out of hand. When Braxton finally got to the front, hopeful that the audience had listened and had backed off, he held his wand out, stepping into the gap between the two groups. "Time to pack it up guys." He ordered, looking at each person there, making mental notes so that the Ministry knew who to look for.

 

[Valentina Morales]

Valentina listened intently to the younger leader, continuing to ignore those around her although she should have considering the crowd of students that were gathering quickly. The Chilean witch listened and when she was about to respond she saw a vaguely suspicious person circling the group out of the corner of her eyes. Her expression was drained of her pleasure with hearing more of the Scitorari when she noted that the man was just another ministry worker reducing the power and the voice of the people. "Typical ministry. They want to silence us all," the woman commented, loud enough so the crowd could hear but she began to walk away because she had a family to help and being a political prisoner didn't put food on the table. However as she walked away, far enough so that she would hardly be noticed by the group she took her business card out and charmed it so it would quickly fly into the anarchist's pocket, hopefully so no one but him would notice.

 

[Jack Kaster]

This was getting to be a pain in the backside as Jack joined his workmate in approaching the situation at Brightstone. The Scitorari were getting confident, and the masses were apparently getting comfortable with them - seeming to forget all the issues and harm they had already cast. As a show of force and backup, he remained near enough to his workmates and entered the crowd together, his wand out but not raised to avoid visible aggression. Giving his own directions for people to move along, and go home (or back to school, should that be applicable), he made his way through the crowd. It seemed to be working for a few, though there were some comments thrown. He gave a look to his fellow auror, that was almost a shrug. Couldn't be helped - they had to go.
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[Yevheniy Kharchenko]

Yevheniy was pretty sure that he was managing pretty well here, and just at that, he noticed the man in the crowd, a lot older than himself clearly telling students and people to leave and Yev smiled to himself, finally the ministry had arrived, he reached into his jacket and lightly grasped his wand in his hand, and took a few small steps forward towards where the man now stood, with clearly a colleague of his telling them to leave which Yev wasn't quite ready to do, he moved the bandana, covering his face a little more, moving the hood too, to achieve the same purpose but he just smirked, though they'd never see that, definitely agreeing with the girl who was clearly in the right idea and he hoped she might consider joining them. He looked at the man and then shook his head, "The ministry want us to leave, they want to stop us from spreading our message of truth," Yev spoke loudly and clearly, keeping the thick Ukrainian accent on his words speaking so that all that was left of the crowd could here, "The ministry lies and controls you, they stops you realising your full potential as wizards," the man then let his gaze meet the man who spoke, he wasn't sure the stand that others would take but he wasn't going to, he just kept his wand in hand within his pocket, ready and watching to see what this man would do.
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[Ellington Hayes]

It was not often that Ellie left the school premises so close to a full moon, but she was going to be meeting her father and she was safer with him than she ever was at school. As an animagus, Austiin was able to be with her at all times during her transformation and they often went exploring the forest behind the house. She didn't like being kept in the cave at school at all but she also knew that there was no help for it. Still, she much preferred being with her father and so once he'd sent her a message, asking her to meet in brightstone just for a catch up, she thought it would be a good idea. Considering he'd informed her to dress inconspicuously and to wear a cloak, she figured that he would be on business, she knew some of what he did in his private life, but preferred to stay away from it for the moment. He wasn't shy about what he did, he was only careful not to get them or himself into trouble and Ellie greatly appreciated it. Grabbing her cloak as she made her way out of the common room, she carefully stayed out of everyone's way as she made her way to brightstone.

She was a little late to the party it seemed as by the time she'd made it to her destination, Brightstone was swarming with people and aurors. Though her father and his companions were covered with scarves and cloaks, she could clearly see which of them was her dad, mostly because of the way he stood and his general build. Making sure to stand in a place that the aurors wouldn't be able to see her, she waved slowly at Austiin until she knew she had his attention and pointed to one of the shops a little further down. He'd join her there when he could and she would be able to wait there for him without anyone noticing.
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[Esme Lancaster]

The Scitorari members who had gathered spoke a lot of sense, and as much as Esme would have liked to stand on their side, doing so during a Brightstone Weekend was not the best of ideas. She supported them and what they stood for as a whole, but there was a time and a place for everything. In the middle of the semester, with exams not too far away, was not the right time for it. So instead she was left to simply listen and enjoy the situation, cut short once Avie broke away from her to go speak with one of the Scitorari members. "Avie, don't." She warned him as he left, but he was already talking with one of the male supporters. Her hand fell to her side, the pocket where her wand rested, but she made no move to withdraw it, merely following her friend to make sure he wasn't putting himself in danger.

It was only a matter of minutes before the aurors apparated onto the scene, finally alerted about to events taking place in the village. The fun was over and the witch did not want to be caught in any potential crossfire. She touched a hand to Avie's arm, attempting to pull him away. "Come on, Avie. It's time to go."

 

[Austiin Hayes]

It was a shame when the aurors finally appeared, but not exactly surprising. Austiin tucked his hood close, and scanned the crowd for his daughter. He had a lunch date to attend and had no time for the bossy wands of the aurors interrupting what had been slowly building into a lovely day. Looking at the student, he inclined his head. "I think you should keep your mind open to the possibilities." And then the animagus decided that it was time to make his departure. There was a lovely little café down and around the corner, and the thought of sipping a latte and eating some cake quickly filled his mind. He was done here for today. In his opinion, they had planted the seed and it was time for him to go.
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[Hikari Hitachiin]

This was bullsh!t. Whilst it had taken longer than she had thought for the aurors to get off their backsides and supposedly doing their jobs, she glared at both the men anyway. Some of her colleagues thought that it was prudent to leave, whilst the crowd was also dispersing as well, but the French woman had no intentions of leaving just yet. She stood with her fellow scitorari, though remained silent for now. There was no point in speaking at the moment, but she did hold her wand within the pocket of her robes just in case something should happen. It wasn't ideal to have a fight right now, considering that she was a few months along her pregnancy, but she was dedicated to her beliefs and stood with those she believed in.
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