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[about_abbott]

Date: Wednesday, February 7, 2001
Time: 7:30 pm
Location: Madame Hannah's Reading Room
Characters Involved: Hannah Abbott, Lord of Misrule, Various Ministry officials
Rating: PG-13

With about thirty minutes left before closing, Hannah walked around with a dust rag checking out various items. She picked up a pewter figurine that happened to be one

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[our_discontent]

[Ministry NPC]

He was masked and hooded, of course. He was armed and dangerous. He was subdued and enraged at the same time under the drug-like haze of bewitching. He was his own enemy.

Well after dark, the Ministry employee advanced upon the innocent shop, sitting on an innocent street, owned by an innocent girl. But he knew now, deep within his center, cemented in his psyche, how perfectly vile she was. The opposite of innocent, this girl and her entire operation. She was the proprietor of corruption, the navigator of pollution into the wizarding world. One of many, and she would be taught a lesson. She would be made an example.

Fraternising with Muggles. Sharing her magic with them. It was ludicrous. It was an abomination. It was what he had been manipulated to believe with utter conviction, as if he had always believed it

[about_abbott]

Soon enough, the shows were over and it was time to begin thinking about the adult responsibilies that had to be taken care of in the morning. She took her bowl to the kitchen as her father headed up to bed. Using a little magic, the cleanup was done in no time. It was nights like this that made the thought of moving out unbearable. They had grown so close since Jillian's death that Hannah didn't want to lose that aspect of her life. And, his recent re-acceptance of her magic made dull repetative tasks quick and bearable. While watching the dishes finish themselves she thought about how lucky she was to live in an era where one could actually live with a Muggle and not feel as if the Ministry was going to bear down on them at any moment for performing magic in a predominately Muggle area

[golden_armor]

Aurin was leaving his office, looking forward to a quiet cup of tea and an all-too-rare early bedtime, when the copper disk in the pocket of his robe started whistling shrilly. He pulled it out, his touch quieting it, and spoke into the device. "This is Helm. What is it

[about_abbott]

Hannah had cursed the men out of survival instinct. As she watched them fall backwards she kept her wand at the ready but began to apologize profusely. Of course, her voice was soft and meek at the moment and neither of the officers could tell what she was saying.

She was still mumbling when the auror arrived on the scene. When he yelled at her to drop her wand fear gripped her again. She wasn't familiar enough with those who worked at the Ministry to know for certain that the person in front of her was indeed one of the good guys. "How do I know you havn't returned to finish the job?" she replied refusing to drop her wand as the corner of her eye pulled the words NEXT TIME YOU WILL NOT BE SO LUCKY to the front of her mind.