erin b. kirke (erinkirked) wrote in valesco,
@ 2009-04-09 19:31:00

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elliot alderton, erin kirke, group, seymour dingle

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Erin rocked her head up and down to the music, wand moving quickly over the pieces of evidence in front of her. It really helped to have some tunes when you were dealing with objects from a murder scene, she believed, and it also helped keep her in shape. Yes, sure, she was supposed to be gaining weight for the baby, but the books say that exercise is also good for the child, and things would just be easier that way and--

--ew.

She her tapping foot splashed some water, and Erin immediately groaned. What had she spilled? Looking down at the ground, her eyes widened at the sight of it not only being a puddle, but--the whole floor was covered by at least an inch of water!

"What the hell!" she let out, looking around to see if Avis or Alice were in the vicinity. Had someone's weather spell gone funky? Who the hell liked to have it rain in the offices anyway? Groaning, Erin hurried from the counter to the door of the lab, pulling the door open with some effort. She let out a yelped as a wave of water pushed against her shins, and she held onto the frame of the door.

"What's going on!" Erin shouted down the hallway, looking for anyone who could help.

Okay, so the death eaters have completely fried the weather spells in the ministry and are causing natural disasters

http://www.hp-lexicon.info/ministry/ministry-hq.html

Level One - Floods
Level Two - Floods
(to keep the aurors/hitwizards from reaching the scene quickly)

Level Three - Earthquake

Level Four - release of animals/werewolf captures
(werewolves in human form are released, freed from their capture)

Level Five - Hail

Level Six - Hurricane
(sends people using the floo ports and portkeys all over)

Level Seven - Tornado

Level Eight/Atrium - Calm
(nothing suspicious)

Level Nine - Heat Wave

Haaave fun? Open to all, visitors included :D And your person doesn't have to be on their usual floor, go with what you want? XD

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officeprank
2009-04-11 03:42 am UTC (link)

It really was like one thing on top of another, wasn't it? He knew that it was trivial of him, to worry about the man~~-child~~ that his sister would be marrying in comparison to the devastations and the blows that the Wizarding world was taking due to You-Know-Who, but Hugh honestly couldn't help it! It was the first thing that he thought of whenever he came into work. Well, of course, he would be groggy and in desperate need of caffeine, so that would be his first thought when he first stepped onto level five, but then he saw Seymour and felt his blood pressure rise.

However, today was just like any other day - he attended meetings, wrote out memos, reviewed and re-reviewed over briefs and notes, approved more notes, exchanged inter-office memos with some interns (today they all had managed a rather rousing game of group tic-tac-toe). He had stepped out of his office to talk to Eliot about something - well, obviously he know forgot what it was exactly, as it started hailing!

Hugh yelped and a stack of parchment came fluttering out of his hands to the ground, where his shoes crunched on the tiny pebbles of ice. No, it was accumulating - and quickly! "IS THERE SOMETHING WRONG WITH MAGICAL MAINTENANCE WHAT ON EARTH," he shouted as the ice started piling around his knees and thus made it more difficult to move as quickly. He ducked under the nearest desk he found, which was already occupied by... Seymour?

Well! He would just have to put aside all ill-will for the moment, this was an inter-office emergency. He had just caught the question that Seymour had asked, and squeezed even tighter under the cover of his shelter. "NO I DO NOT," he shouted back.

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fortunesfool
2009-04-11 04:33 am UTC (link)

Great! Just great! Seymour got a partner to die with, and he was stuck across the office all by himself! Kneeling in this nasty carpet he'd been forced to squish around in for ages! Just brilliant! And not even a week after he'd gotten a girlfriend! Ohhhh, hell. Elsie was not going to like this, not at all.

'Bookstore Boyfriend Buried Alive While Cowering Under Desk' the headlines would read.

That was not something he wished to deal with!

Okay. Okay. Well---hail was...what, big chunks of ice! What did you do when you wanted to get rid of ice? Salt! Salt...he had no salt. He could not conjure enough salt for this mess, he would only be able to put some on his bloody chips, that's what he'd be able to do. What was---heat? Heat was bad for ice too. He and his sister, for reasons completely unknown to him now, would find such pleasure at watching ice cubes melt on the sidewalk during hot summer days. Racing, he guessed---

---they were such odd little children.

"HEAT UP THE CARPET!" Elliot yelled, flailing his arms a bit and pointing his wand at a free spot of carpet. That could help, right! Or even--"AND THE HAIL. IT'LL MELT IT'S FROZEN WATER RIGHT?"

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dinglealltheway
2009-04-11 04:50 am UTC (link)

Seymour, once again, been completely oblivious to the shout of Elliot, until after he'd finished, too busy staring at Hugh with fearful and inquisitive eyes. Seymour was nervous about spending his last few breaths with Hugh, because he wasn't sure if he was going to be hugged, or if Hugh was going to take Mother Nature into his own hands and smother Seymour with hail. It would be difficult, of course, since Elliot was just across the way, but with a little more hail, they would be blocked out of sight completely. Unless Elliot was in on the scheme! Was this all a plan to dispose of Seymour before he could marry his Chloe?!. No! No, of course not! And even if it was, Seymour just couldn't allow it!

Though, his teeth were beginning to chatter by now, because he had worn his spring robes, since it was spring, and he hadn't been expecting a hail storm in the office during this time of year, and he was very cold! Whoever thought up of spring fashions clearly did not take the vagaries of extreme weather into account.

But he was pointing at the carpet! And unless he was asking one of them to go stand in that spot, for some reason (Hugh would have to go, not him! Chloe could spare a brother, but she most certainly could not spare a fiance), he had to have a point. Like--heat! Like--OH! OH! LIKE HEATING SPELLS! Exuberantly, he pointed his wand to the carpet and let out the first fire-related incantation that popped into his Ravenclaw mind, only to realize it was actually fire, and carpet was made out of fibres, and fire plus fibre generally equaled more fire. He sat back with a surprise squawk and consequently hit his head on the top of the desk. Seymour had stared at the little puddle his flames had caused before they had sputtered and hissed out, a bit of grey smoke rising from the puddle. It was unfortunately so cold that the water began to freeze again, but an icy floor was not half so much of a problem as ice rocks the size of eggs falling from the ceiling were!

"IS IT--IS IT WORKING? I CAN'T TELL MUCH!"

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