Ministry Cabinet and Department Head Positions

[Simon Beckett]

Greville and Regent accepted.

[Byron Atticus Cleveland]

Name: Byron Atticus Cleveland

Desired Position:Head of the board for the regulation and restriction of rare animals and insects

Experience:Final year in a degree in insectology and animal studies, many years of observing ans watching animal behavior, O's and A's in his N.E.W.T's

Role Play your New Position:
Byron was called to the Ministry of Magic by someone he thought he would never again hear from, he had recently had an interview and he knew that he had made such a bad impression, his nerves and many other things had gotten in the way of what he really wanted. The job, a job, he was in his final year, final months of his degree and he was in desperate need of a job that would hold much stability for his future.

Byron was shaking as he sat there waiting for the call into the office. It was a big deal! He had recently done research on animals that had a sudden and very rapid decline in population size, some now deemed endangered and others very near that tag. Finally the woman behind the desk signaled him after what felt like an eternity and he stood, if a little shaky, and walked towards the now open door, as soon as both his feet were safely inside it closed behind him with a soft thud that made him jump.

Nerves.

Sitting in the very hard but worn leather sofa he clasped his hands together trying to keep many of the possibilities and outcomes from his mind. 'Mr. Cleveland, your application has been revised, your work carefully observed, we of the Ministry are glad to offer you the position but under strict rules and as, for now, under supervisory watch, you are very young to be head of any sort of board and therefore must be observed until you prove yourself worthy of working on your own.' Byron couldnt believe his ears! He couldnt believe that he had the job! It didnt matter that he had to be babysat, it didnt matter that someone would be second guessing his every move and thought, he had the job! Straight out of the stalls. Joy filled him as he was shown where he would be sitting every day, where he would work, where notes would be sent and all the rest of it. Byron had a job! The job of his dreams, "Byron Atticus Cleveland, Head of the board for the restriction and regulation of rare and magical creatures and insects, has a ring to it dont you think?!"

[Sofija Eseld Snjezana]

Name: Sofija Eseld Snjezana

Desired Position: Head of the Werewolf Division

Experience: Seven years of Werewolf division training, four years of being an auror, a university degree in Magical Law Enforcement

Role Play your New Position:
Being the head of a department was a hard job, especially one that had to keep tabs on werewolves, they were thought of as non beings though many of them were extremely intelligent, the ones she knew anyway.

Ducking in the bushes with a few other members of the ministry and those she worked for were on the hunt for a dangerous and wanted criminal, someone that was very dangerous and unpredictable. Looking to her left she saw someone signal for her to move, though she was exceptionally gifted with a wand she was at times very slow with putting things together in her head. Like now.

She didnt so much see people move as she heard the noise in her ear, the person they had been hunting turned in the middle of an open field, the seven of them would soon find out why he was so dangerous. With a roar of madness he seemed to sense that there were people there waiting, the tension in the air was more then unbearable. She stepped out of her hiding place, she was the bait, the one that had to keep the attention away from her team, it wasnt often that they were out in the field so it was crucial for her to make everything run as smoothly as possible.

As soon as their eyes met he seemed to know why it was she was there and took off, in a whirl spells and charms were hurled and cast in the monsters direction, they had to catch him before he did something she would regret. As everyone took off after him branches and brush hitting her in the face she again came to an opening and he was nowhere to be seen, she threw her wand to the ground as others came up behind her, "ZOINK! ZOINK! ZOINK! What the hell happened back there?!" She wouldnt find out till later it was because of her vampirism.

[Simon Beckett]

Accepted as Chief of the Werewolf division, under the Dept. of Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures.

[Charles Barrington]

Name: Charles Barrington
Desired Position: Chancellor of the Exchequer (I think the American Equivalent is Treasury Minister?)
Experience: Worked for an accounting company for 8 years before joining the Treasury Dept of the Ministry in 1997 as a Finance Researcher.
Role Play your New Position:
Taxes, Numbers, Budget Reports, Calculations, Taxes. All very boring isn't it? Not if your Charles Barrington it isn't. Charles' best friends were numbers. Ever since he coudl read and write he'd understood numbers better than he'd understood any other person in the world. Also he'd never been brilliant at public speaking and found it far easier to manipulate numbers than people. That's why he was an accountant, however glorified the title and not a politician.

Charles could stream through a days work in half that time. He had his morning coffee, whilst he worked and finished in time for his lunchtime coffee and sandwich. Then he returned to work and supervised the other members of his department, wrote the occasional statement or progress report, maybe the odd budget fixture, and then got his afternoon coffee before setting off home.

He had a very relaxed life. It had order and symmetry. It worked in perfect cohesion most of the time. Just like his good friends, numbers.

[Byron Atticus Cleveland]

Does Byron get accepted or does his application need to be tweaked a bit?

[Leonardo Oscar Hawkins]

Name: Leonardo Oscar Hawkins
Desired Position: Minister's Seraphim
Experience: Eighteen years as an Auror, Fourteen years as an Enforcer in the department of Misuse of Magic and Magical Items
Role Play your New Position:

Leonardo entered the office, blatantly clear of any possible nervousness. He'd never been in the part of the Ministry where the Minister's office was but for appearances he'd stowed away what complicating emotions he could to make a good impression. He stepped up to the desk and smiled slightly at the secretary.

"Good afternoon, I've come inquiring as to my transfer to Minister's Seraphim on the basis I evaluate further training." He placed his credentials on the desk before her and looked around. He'd considered this transfer for years, and it would be the first time in his life he'd be able to protect the position of power that he'd always agreed with.

Especially in this case as he was a significant supporter of Minister Beckett's actions as Minister. People like Zacharia Andrews and Lazarus Jacksmith were unpredictable and the more protection the Minister had from people who truly supported him, the better. On that thought he was ready to serve as a protector for the Minister even should it cost him his life.

"You do understand the expectations of the job yes?" A man standing at the corner of the office asked. Leo nodded and put his hands behind his back and interlinking them before speaking. "I've been in the business of protecting people for years. This position will be just what I need to prove just how much I've learned in the last thirty three years." He turned and watched as the man stepped forward and checked a visitor to the Minister for anything potentially harmful and then waved him on.

Leonardo had a feeling that with the Minister being a target of the NDE, Lazarus and the Order that he would be seeing a lot of combat in the near future. Honestly his past job had become dull, what with simply arresting street thugs and minor Neo Death Eaters, he also would have liked the change of pace of often only having to regulate visitors to the Minister. "Let's just hope nothing terribly complicated takes place."

[Simon Beckett]

Leonardo accepted as Minister's Seraphim, on condition that he is paired with an experienced Seraphim for a while and continues to train (as part of the RP training we discussed).

I apologize for missing Byron's application earlier.

Byron is, as his application says, too inexperienced to be Head of a Department, but is accepted into the Department of Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, Insect Unit.

[Penelope Lavishstock]

Name: Penelope Castletyne
Desired Position: Head of the Ashgarth Institute for Astronomical Research (Dept. of Mysteries)
Experience: Astronomy B.A; 6 years as a Researcher
Role Play your New Position:

Her great-great-great-great-great grandfather Clarence Ashgarth and her fiancee had both been Heads of Ashgarth, so it was only natural that Penelope was delighted to of been accepted as the new Head after the retirement of Hamish McTinnen. What she wasn't so delighted about was having to do one of the tedious tasks that came with the job.

Celestial Tracking.

Each Head had done this since Clarence, and the founding of Ashgarth. Twice a week, at midnight, you sat at the main telescope, and mapped every major celestial body in view. The enchanted parchment then tracked them from the entered data, and you could see their movements over the last two hundred years. Not that they often made irregular movements and often if they did, they were of little consequence.

The position had it's upsides of course. You could demand rooms or equipment when you wished. You set the timetables, and job priorities. This meant that much of what was discovered was because of your decisions, even if you didn't make the discoveries in your mind you knew they had been made because of you. It was self gratification over public acknowledge. Better for the more modest person. If you weren't happy with modesty, then it wasn't the job for you. However, statistics always blamed or glorified those in charge, so adding those to your C.V could make or break your future.

As she noted the position of Prima Centuri, she pondered what sort of promotion could actually occur, with good results of her current tenure. Deputy Minister of Mysteries. That was it. Always the brief possibility of being named in a Choosing, but normally you had to of served your country in a number of ways, rather than telling them where the stars were.

[Simon Beckett]

Accepted, but is the Institute a Ministry agency?

[Penelope Lavishstock]

Yes. It's part of the Department of Mysteries.

[Manx Iona Rathburn]

Name: Manx Iona Rathburn
Desired Position: Obliviators
Experience: Three years auror training, o's and e's in her N.E.W.T's. Three years working for Brazilian obliviators.
Role Play your New Position:

It was a well known fact that Manx Rathburn had an issue with her English, in Brazil while working for obliviators she was fine, nothing stood out and she was able to cast spells and speak to people in her native tongue.

This would prove a challenge but living in England again after so long she did not want anything else or anything more.

It started off like any routine day, she was called to a muggle that had seen something out of the ordinary, it was a dragon! This woman however was a regular on the obliviators list, she had seen many things and continued to see many things. Although it worried them the best they could do was to continue going back to her and clearing out what she had seen.

Usually Manx had a partner to go with her but today she flew solo as she knocked on the door, she knew that this was a test from her boss that she had to pass. She knocked tentatively at the door and waited, there was nothing.

As soon as she turned her back she heard a creek and by the time she turned around she fell to the ground, there, on top of her a very crazed looking woman she figured was the person she had to take care of, "your not going to stop me this time lady," Manx was startled to say the least, "please i am to help you! I have been sent by government! I help you!" She pleaded with the woman, when she felt her grip finally ease after a while Manx gasped for air, 'what the hell is wrong with that woman!'

As she got up she looked at who she was meant to 'fix' right as the woman started to speak Manx pulled her wand out and quickly fired a spell, "obliviate," hitting the woman in the chest Manx sat there for a second waiting for her to speak, although it took a while she sooner let out a breath she didnt know she had been holding, "wh-who are you? WHERE AM I! Whats going on!" Manx grinned and re programmed the woman and congratulated herself on a job well done.

[Gerome Leventis]

Name: Gerome Apollo Leventis
Desired Position: Head of Forensics
Experience: Masters in Forensics at Thessaloniki College of Science
Role Play your New Position:
Gerome examined the site thoroughly and with an eye that couldn't possibly miss a single crack that might be crucial to the case. It was nothing like the scenarios out of his past research and studies at Thessaloniki. This was something totally different, but he was prepared. He pulled his back off his shoulder, set it on the ground and pulled out his wand.

He started by mixing a potion or two that would help him determine what kinds of chemicals they were dealing with on the scene. Once he'd done that he started to sift through what was left of the wall for possible signs of magic that hadn't been used on the body or that had not been caused by the body slamming into the wall itself. He found hints of explosive and hints of what seemed to be a suppressant.

He couldn't quite identify it on the spot so he noted in his field log that he'd have to examine it back at the lab. However, what he could determine was that this was not a wizard job alone. There were muggle devices involved to make it look like there suspect was a muggle and that their victim was just an unfortunate wizard who had been found out by the wrong people. He knew better however as the body was clearly not killed by the burns that covered it. It was caused by the Killing Curse.

There were the tell tale signs of natural causes written throughout the body's insides. He had sent the body back to the lab prior to examining the site. It was tactless for the Neo Death Eaters, or even the new Death Eater splinter faction to try and pin this on muggles. But who was to say it was the NDE or DE, he hadn't concluded that yet. The user of magic could have been anyone seeking to kill the deceased Mr. Harold Everett. He just had to find out who and why based on the man's background.

That of course was the hard part. He had to deal with the profilers in the Auror division if he wanted to find that information out and he sure as hell wasn't a fan of them these days. Sure they got their job done but a whole lot of them seemed to have an attitude about them. As though they were better than others.

Slipping the thought out of his head Gerome stood up from his kneeling squat and handed a piece of rubble from the wall. It was covered in black residue from the explosion as well as smelled like fresh burned charcoal.

"I want that examined back at the lab immediately. As soon as we find out what that is... the sooner we can find out who caused this mess. I think I found some prints over by where we found the body. It seems our friends, despite being wizards, decided to get sloppy on us." He chuckled slightly as he finished that comment, knelt back down and continued with his work.

[Alexander Kennedy]

Name: Alexander Kennedy
Desired Position: Head of Magical Law Enforcement
Experience: 28 years as an Enforcer
Role Play your New Position:

Decades. Two and a half decades. That's how long Alexander had been employed by the Ministry and that's how long he'd been a Law Enforcer. Now finally he was no longer just an Enforcer, he was a Head of Department. Quite a long way up the ladder after all these years. The dedication and hard work had clearly paid off.

Alexander may have been privately educated, but he liked to think he'd had no more advantage than anyone else. He'd started off on the bottom rung, and over the years slowly climbed the slippery ladder (not a pole this time). He'd had an equal chance with every other man and woman. He was a working class boy, he still knew his roots.

As he settled in behind his new desk, on which a photo of his family proudly took centre stage, Alexander lifted the latest (and his first) reports out of the top drawer and began to read them. It strange looking at them through the eyes of a recipient. He'd written enough of them in his time, but seeing the death and destruction, the theft and bribery, the threats and slander on mass, page after page, seemingly never relenting. Well. It chilled your bones. And now that was his job. To clean up the streets. And guess what. That's what he was going to do.

About halfway through the reports someone knocked on his office door, and he looked up, to see Enforcer Nelson, himself a twenty year veteran of the department was pointing at a piece of parchment in his hands, and mouthing through the glass window.

Alexander stood up and opened the door, "Yeah what is it Nelson?"

"Sorry, boss, but the some woman's been found dead, in Hammersmith. Her place is a complete tip, and it looks like she took a bit of beating before, she died. Looks like murder."

Alexander snatched the parchment out of Nelson's hand and scanned through it to absorb all the necessary information. "Right I want a team of five, ready to go in four minutes. Then anyone else who isn't on a case already, is to get out on the street, and find their grasses. Shake them down for information, I want names, addresses, whispers, whatever they've got.

Try Sid's cafe on the Lambeth road. Usually a few in the know characters hanging around there. Slip them a few galleons, they'll tell you the winner of the next Prophet prize draw."

Nelson nodded, and began scurrying from desk to desk, talking to the other enforcers. That had felt good. His first order. His first case as Head of Department. Power really did feel a little drug like, if Alexander knew what drugs felt like. But assuming it was like power, he could understand why people took them.

[Simon Beckett]

Kennedy, Leventis, and Rathburn accepted.