#fdevent002

Peter was there long before the “party” started. He wasn’t subtle about the pictures he was snapping for the Prophet of the census workers. They didn’t seem to be subtle about not caring. The whole thing made him highly suspicious. As people started arriving, he snapped a few more shots of prominent society members before making his way to the table to fill out the damned paperwork. His his worst suspicions were all but confirmed. Having to put his deadname as a known alias was bad enough, but the way the census worker pushed him to fill out the portion about his father, to put in any little detail his mother might have ever even hinted at, left him shaken.

He knew he should be photographing the games starting up at the different tables, but first he needed his hands to stop shaking. He went to the bar and opened his mouth to order an ale, only to realize he was technically on the clock. There were too many eyes who would report him drinking. He cursed under his breath and ordered a butterbeer instead. “This is all...a bit mental, isn’t it?” He glanced to the person next to him and chuckled.

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when the census had been brought up, Nellie had tried to convince the Minister that they didn’t need to include blood status. She knew just how dangerous that information was in the wrong hands, and Nellie was certain it would end up there. Frankly, she worried that she’d be the one asked to retrieve it, as she’d have the most access to it. Already, she was formulating what she’d do to fail her mission and not blow her cover. The idea that this was meant to be a party of all things made her head spin just a little bit. Nellie could already see how many people were on edge, and despite the ministries efforts to reassure them all by throwing a party, she knew it wasn’t working. 

after putting down her own name, she had been tasked with sitting at one of the booths for a while. Answering questions with a smile, helping people through the process, and overall trying to reassure people in whatever way she could - as was her duty. So she was undeniably relieved when she was given a break from her post. 

with a small sigh, she made her way towards one of the carts as she muttered, ‘ I need a drink if I’m getting through the rest of this night. ‘ 

She hesitates a moment at the entrance before electing to maker her way into the village, finding that some of her happiness moments here are now overshadowed by a darkness. It doesn’t matter, this is a Ministry mandated event and something that her mother would want her at as well. For this reason, she steps forward into the entrance despite everything in her insisting that she just go home. Marlene keeps her lips closed and instead makes her way around, eyes taking in everything before stopping close to the edge, almost away from just about everyone. Her head turns to the person near here, clearly going out of their way to avoid the chaos just as she had. “I wonder who thought a census was a reason for a party...” 

EVENT 002 - MINISTRY OF MAGIC CENSUS

The Ministry of Magic cordially invites you to join us in Hogsmeade Village for an evening out with drinks, dancing, and an all-around fun time including games and prize. While you’re here register yourself with the Ministry of Magic table for the Wizarding Worlds first annual census. By doing so you’ll be entered in a raffle to win an exciting prize! Attendance is required for all Ministry of Magic employees and highly recommended for all others. **Please note, registering  with this census is not an option. Come find us or we’ll find you. Sincerely,  Your Minister of Magic,  ℌ𝔞𝔯𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔐𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔥𝔲𝔪

When: Evening Where: Hogsmeade Village Who: Lily & Open

As harmless as the invitation from the Minister portrayed it to be, Lily couldn’t shake the feeling that the census seemed like a perfect way to gather information, only for it to later fall into the wrong hands. She didn’t want to imagine the consequences of the wrong person having access to a list of every Muggle-Born in the Wizarding World. But with the mandatory attendance for employees, and the underlying threat following it, Lily felt as though she had no other choice than to visit the village and register herself for the census. It would happen one way or another.

Lily glanced around her surroundings as she entered the village, hit almost instantly with waves of nostalgia as memories from her years at Hogwarts came flooding back. The excitement of visiting the village for the first time, grabbing a Butterbeer in the Three Broomsticks with her friends, keeping an eye on the pranksters coming from Zonko’s. Somehow, it seemed like it had only been yesterday when she was last there, but equally felt as though it had been much longer.

She shook the thoughts from her head as she continued down the path, winding her way along between the crowds of people. She could see ahead to where the Ministry of Magic’s table was set-up, and swiftly decided to avoid it for the time being, heading in the opposite direction instead. The gnawing feeling that she had upon reading the invitation hadn’t eased at all, so she would leave registration until the end of her visit. There were plenty of other wizards and witches around to keep them busy in the meantime. For the time being, Lily walked down the path and took a look around at the other tables, wondering if she would spot any familiar faces in the crowds.