dirk e. cresswell (gogoblins) wrote in valesco,
@ 2009-08-05 20:57:00

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berkeley doge, bess fawcett, brier stebbins, corner conway, desmond riddock, dirk cresswell, earthquake, frank longbottom, group, jude wickham, marissa macfusty, ministry, phoebe smethwyck, sturgis podmore, tomas booth, venice vega, walden macnair, william jugson

MINISTRY OF MAGIC, EARTHQUAKE
Dirk loved his job, he did, but he loved Fridays even more. He still got to go in and work with the goblins (when they let him!), but he got to look forward to a nice quiet weekend of doing whatever he pleased. Lately it had been trying to get Derek to hang out with him, even though that usually just involved watching telly. It was something! Dirk was worried about his big cousin, especially now with the war getting so intense and--

He blinked curiously, as the shelves of his cubicle began to shake. Dirk's eyes twitched back and forth as he watched the pictures he had hanging drop to the floor, and the bust of Gorgak the Terrible started to inch forward and forward. And his desk was shaking, and now his chair, and Dirk was startled to his feet at the sound of someone screaming, "EARTHQUAKE!"

An earthquake! Oh hell, Dirk had just been thinking that some erumpents had escaped again! Earthquake! What was the first rule of an earthquake? These were NOT the things they taught you in Hogwarts! How was he supposed to survive an earthquake if he didn't have the proper training?! DEREK WOULD KNOW WHAT TO DO, THAT IS WHY DIRK WANTED TO REMAIN CLOSE TO HIM AND----

The bust of Gorgak the Terrible teetered off the shelf and smacked Dirk straight in the forehead, making him drop to the ground, and thankfully roll under his desk.

He really did love his job, he did.

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Walden Macnair (narrative)

roadkiller
2009-08-06 02:56 am UTC (link)

Being an entry-level ministry member meant that when shit went down, you were the first person to be called upon even in the middle of a FUCKING EARTHQUAKE.

It only followed, then, that because he was the one who was chasing down a bunch of floundering Shrakes that had been dropped out of their tanks by the quake. Turned out that they were slippery sons of bitches - and that their spines were rather painful. He hissed under his breath and tried his best to squeeze another one into the fountain on the main level of the building - he was missing at least another dozen from the latest seizure from a bunch of International Wizarding Poachers and his supervisor was going to kill him if he lost a single one of them.

He was so focused on getting the squirmy little buggers into the water that he didn't notice the large main statue falling down on top of him until he was unconscious.

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