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Post by Aldar M Silverton on Nov 15, 2012 7:20:19 GMT -5
Strange as it was but the Minister was getting used to and was partially enjoying his various trips to government sites. St. Mungo's was always an interesting place mainly to see what people had gotten themselves into. Now of course Aldar was human and he was sure he would probably have to go to St. Mungo's at some point. But, he wasn't one for getting poked and prodded. After all people would start asking questions.
After he had made his rounds, talked to the staff he decided to wander around. After all having an interest in the people behind St. Mungo's and those trapped within as patients was expected of him. Not that he wouldn't do it if it wasn't expected of him. Aldar had worn dark blue robes which covered up the rumpled clothes underneath. He always looked disheveled partly because he just didn't have the time. Even though there was peace, he knew the ugly monster of war was hiding just behind the backdrop.
He glided gracefully through the halls not really looking for anything in particular. His sudden stops or study of an object or room revealed his awkwardness. He still felt like he was back at the Organization, he was still tied down by his past.
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Post by Oliver Davidson on Nov 15, 2012 12:33:19 GMT -5
Oliver had spent the nigh at St. Mungo's, apparently on the night of his last trasformation, he'd gotten into a scrap with something bigger than he was, and although he was still alive, Oliver'd had a horrible infection because of a bite to him arm. It was bandaged now, and as far as the st. mungo's staff had said, he was infection free and able to return back to hogwarts.
Dressed in a pair of dark jeans, and a white t-shirt with a black leather coat, Oliver made his way through the halls headed toward the exit. He still had much to do, attempting to perfect his transformations, to take control of them and be able to change at will. And he was working with some new spells and potions, things he had found buried deep in old text books people had long forgotten about. Some of them were innocent, others were not.
Rounding a corner, Oliver was so lost in his own thoughts he nearly ran over someone. "Why don't you watch-" Oliver paused. "Ah, Minister," Oliver said plastering a fake smile of greeting. "How wonderful to see you... I do hope everything is okay though?" Oliver asked looking around and motioning to the hospital.
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Post by Aldar M Silverton on Nov 15, 2012 14:31:13 GMT -5
Aldar was inspecting a vase on a table by the entrance to St. Mungo's when he was rudely interrupted. He side stepped backward and spun around seeing Oliver, the words annoying, rude, and egotistical popping into his head. In a matter of seconds Aldar remembered Oliver's background and concluded that it would be wonderful to mess with him. After all, one could never have too many acquaintances.
Mimicking the fake smile, Aldar smirked playfully at Oliver, "why, I'm surprised. If you think it's so grand to see me you should stop by sometime. I'm going to Azkaban soon, would love for you to join the inmates."
Aldar recalled that the nurse told him Oliver was here due to injury, so he continued on. "From your end I would be more concerned if everything was all right. Always a sad time for the students when their favorite Professor is away getting pet and bandaged."
"How are things on your end?" Aldar asked. A slight hint of concern was in his voice, but mainly because he knew how horrible having a curse could be.
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Post by Oliver Davidson on Nov 15, 2012 14:52:42 GMT -5
Oliver grinned wolflishly. His little encounters with the minister never stopped amusing him. "Ah, but to add me to the rooster of inmates at Azkaban, you'd actually have to catch me doing something wrong. SO far to date, you've only been able to make assumptions, and hypothetically place me in the wrong place at the wrong time." Oliver was cocky, he knew that, but really who could blame him, he was stronger, faster, and he was working on the whole magic thing, and he all but had his transformations under control. He would one day make Aldar bow down to him.
"It's just a scratch," Oliver said looking at his bandaged arm. "Figured I should lead by example for the kids and show them that taking care of yourself is of the most importance." Oliver grinned, he could play mr. good guy better than anyone, after all, the headmistress of Hogwarts had bought his story, otherwise she would never have hired him. "But you're a right, it is horrible to be away from the school and the students for so long."
"things are fantastic on my end," Oliver responded not failing to notice the hint of concern in the ministers voice. It was funny how everyone who knew who and what he was saw him being a werewolf as a curse. Oliver loved it, and he wanted to become more like the beast inside of him.
"So Aldar, what if no illness or injury has brought you to st mungo's, what do we lowly civil servants have the pleasure of saying is the reason you're visiting us?"
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Post by Aldar M Silverton on Nov 15, 2012 15:31:30 GMT -5
Aldar grinned, "you can't cover up all your tracks. Knowing the nature of the beast is half the battle, and I'm afraid for the act of imprisonment if you're so lucky, will be just a matter of time."
Aldar cocked his head as he listened to Oliver. He of course knew why the headmistress hired Oliver, and the position was puffing up Oliver's ego, someone just had to pop it at just the right moment. "Taking care of yourself is important, I'm sure the students are eternally grateful for your great example."
"I'm surprised you assume I was admitted here. I am human, sickness and death can befall me." Aldar smiled knowing that his past made those two things rather difficult to happen. "But, I am surprised you would so willingly include yourself in the lower end. Though you would be jumping on the chance to exalt yourself. I was merely visiting. Some things are rather quite simple." Aldar crookedly smiled. He enjoyed his random encounters with Oliver, probably because he found the man/wolf so amusing.
"Why, is there a reason you want me to be here for?"
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Post by Oliver Davidson on Nov 15, 2012 18:47:59 GMT -5
Oliver couldn't help but roll his eyes, as Aldar said his imprisonment would only be a matter of time. "Keep dreaming, Minister," Oliver said with a laugh. "You'd love to put me in azkaban, but really if you had a reason, you would have already. I'm not at all concerned by your idle threats."
"What can I say? I know they all love me" Oliver grinned and shoved his hands into the front pockets of his jeans.
"Well you are human," Oliver said as if that explained everything. "I wouldn't be surprised if one day someone reminded you of that, and well if you had a hex on you, you certainly couldn't go to a muggle hospital," he added as an after thought. "As for aligning myself with those lower than me, hardly. Simply I know I will never be of your standard," Oliver mocked sarcastically, his words holding a very tightly controlled bite.
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Post by Aldar M Silverton on Nov 15, 2012 19:13:17 GMT -5
Aldar laughed, "threats they may be. I'm not saying I will be the one to do it. Azkaban is a temporary place that leads quicker to the place where all must go. As for being human, yes, I am reminded every day. But one is a fool for believing they are invincible, for thinking they can cheat death. What is left after a man dies? What do you want to leave behind Davidson? Golden statues of yourself and an adoring world, those things too turn to dust." Aldar grinned.
"No, I think you believe yourself higher than me, no matter how you try to hide it. I don't mind, it is refreshing. I wonder if glory and high position will turn against you, the glory turning to nothing more than a shadow of what you once were, if you do achieve it." Aldar cocked his head, staring straight at Oliver as if seeing into his very soul.
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Post by Oliver Davidson on Nov 17, 2012 20:04:40 GMT -5
Oliver rolled his eyes. The minister was a man of many words, but what he was saying could be summed up so much quicker if the man would just stop his rambling. Raking his hands through his hair, a sure sign of frustration, Oliver blew out a long breath. "Now if I told you what I wanted in Life, that would take all the fun out of getting it," Oliver said. "But as for a gold statue, that would be really great if you and your team of ministry workers want to get on making that, that would be awesome... Just make sure you get my chin right.. I feel like they'll have trouble with that."
"Speaking from experience Aldar?" Oliver mocked. "Has you glory now turned to dust? Are the people starting to get restless again? I've heard whisperings, and I wouldn't doubt that all of this will once be a shadow of what you once were."
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Post by Aldar M Silverton on Nov 17, 2012 21:00:46 GMT -5
Aldar grinned. "Yes...the artists we have in abundance will get right on that for you...." He couldn't help but think of the hillarity if instead of making a statue for Oliver they just turned him....no encased him in a gold covering, freezing him forever...sealing his fate to forever be a statue.
Aldar's eyes twinkled, "think what you may Davidson, but nothing is falling to ruin." The shadows would come, they were already there for he was a man made up of shadows, of dark secrets, and that when he died...if he had finally allowed those dark hauntings to see the light of day...he would leave a very terrifying force behind, one that he still couldn't discern would be of good or evil nature.
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