Ministry of Magic (British)

"That's preposterous! Crouch is a mad dog! He can't be controlled!" One member yelled out from the stands.

OOC brb sorry! >.<

'He was before, wasn't he? Way before all this, he wasn't as bad. why?'

Countless interjections began to be thrown around before Kingsley looked at him, "i'm listening. What do you purpose?"

He shrugged. 'Fin out what stopped him and use that?'

"Based on Crouch's criminal record, the only one who could command him was Voldemort. And now he's gone..."

The man smiled. 'Its my expericance that everyone has a weakness they dont want. His was not voldemort. so there must be something else.'

The man's argument did hold water, "Very well then Mister...?" Kingsley had only be minister a short while and had yet to learn the names of all his colleagues.

'Smith.'


ooc DONT ASK ME FOR A NAME WITHOUT NOTICE I PANIC

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'John smith,'

"Mr. Smith I want you to make out a full proposal on how you intend to find this weakness. You're in charge of this..."

Ooc lol I have an auror named smith in this :3

He held his hands up, backing away 'Hold on...I'm just giving suggestoins, doesnt mean I know how to help.'

Typical archaic ministry. The minute they're asked to stick out their own necks they flee like worms for a hawk. "Who else would you suggest?"

'You. You would be perfect.'

Kingsley rubbed his forehead, suppressing a sigh of exasperation, "very well. But I want your assistance in this. We need to all play a part of we're to stop this new threat."

He shrugs. 'Well, i dont think i hvave much choice in not helping so...'

"Good then it's settled..."

Ooc gtg ttyl!

'Wnderful...'


ooc byee

OOC Sooo... yeah. How do you suggest we continue?

ooc get a group of people to see crouch while others serch for a way to stop crouch?

OOC Cool by me! Kick us off, I have to brb (for real this time!)

ooc You best be back

The day was at hand. The day Crouch promised to make true his threats to rebuild Voldemort work.

Research on Crouch had been wildly inconclusive. Some reports claimed he was brilliant and a natural mastermind while others suggested he was little more than rampaging rhino that destroyed everything in his path.

How could they stop a man they didn't even know?

Smith was walking along the corridor when the paper aroplane came flying towards him. It opened as it got to him, hovering in front of him as he read it.
"What..." he muttered, his eyes narrowing as he read it again.
He grabbed it out of the air and started marching down the corridor.
"KINGSLEY!" He shouted as he went

The minister turned to him, "Yes, mr smith?"

'The sister.' he said, throwing down the paper.
All that was written on it was a description of a girl seen in Ireland, one that fit perfectly with the missing Crouch sibling

Kingsley looked them over and felt hope fluster to his heart. "Are you sure this is accurate?"