This is a statement to clear things up.
Muggles can see Hogwarts. But what they see of it is an old castle that's
about to collapse.
I feel that if a Muggle knows about the Leaky Cauldron, that they can find
it. It didn't say that they couldn't.
Now for inside info.
Dumbledor calls people by their first name. But I don't have the last name
for Dawlish so I made one up for him.
The only goof for chapter one is Sirius being able to skip class because of
a cold. A Pepper Up as we all know can take care of that.
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Sylvia's job wasn't all that difficult. It kept her on her feet, but she found it a lot of fun. She had to duck her head a lot to avoid collision with the owls. People went in and out a lot. There was a few times that there were only four in the room. Apparently they were all out looking for evidence. When she wasn't on her feet, Arthur would ask her questions about the muggle world and the items they make. He even brought up the new cassette tapes and asked her questions on how they work. On her second day on the job, she was on the front page of the Daily Prophet.
Muggle working at the Ministry It was interesting to find that the Ministry is taking steps with the Muggle Wizard Relations. Sylvia Esterson, a Muggle, came to the Ministry looking for a job. Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic, accepted her offer gladly. In an interview, Cornelius Fudge stated, "One can not tell if something can never happen unless we try. Such as 'a muggle can never work at the Ministry', but Miss Esterson is proving to be quite the worker and can move about our world with ease. Just as I had thought she would."
Janis looked at that and said, "Say what. That's not what Nelm says." Sylvia said, "He's just looking for good PR. Might as well give it to him. After all, he did agree in the end." "That's true."
Sylvia Esterson was given the job of getting the Aurors their coffee. It was rather difficult to get an interview with her considering that the Aurors do not alow reporters in the Headquarters. But we've managed to catch her while leaving. "I was very much surprised that they had accepted my resume. Seeing as some people here are not over fond of muggles."
"They sure cleaned up what I really said." Janis laughed.
It is true about what she had said. There are those at the Ministry that wishes for her to be removed. Bellatrix Lestrange made a statement saying, "It's such an embarrassing thing to have a muggle working at the Ministry. What are they saying? That muggles can really be among us. A House Elf can do a better job than she." Now the question is if Sylvia Esterson can prove herself.
Janis looked up from the paper, "Can you?
"I'll see," said Sylvia as she dug into her ice cream at the Ice Cream Parlor. "Well, hopefully these people won't give you too much of a hard time." "I have no worries. It's not like I'm going to have sit with them alone or something." Janis started tapping the table, "Knock on wood for saying that." "Oh please, do tell me that you don't believe in things like that." Janis replied, "In this world you can never tell." "Good evening ladies," said Nelm as he approached them. Sylvia turned her head to see him, "Good evening Nelm." "Hey, Nelm," said Janis as she held out the Daily Prophet, "Check this out." "Did," said Nelm as he sat down with them, "I thought it rather interesting what Mr. Fudge said. Just as I thought she would." Mimicked Nelm. Sylvia said, "PR is everything when it comes to politics, Mr. Gash. That's the way it is where ever you go." The three of them laughed over that. Sylvia noticed a bag at Nelm's side, "What's that?" "Something I found at the junk shop," said Nelm as he reached into the bag.
Janis rolled her eyes when he said 'junk shop.' That was the one place she was not interested in shopping at. Nelm pulled what looked like an old 1920's or 30's radio. "Now, there are some parts of it that needs some fixing. But this should be able to pick up stations all over the world." "And you really believe that." "If not, then it would be a nice piece of decoration." Sylvia looked at his wooden arm and just had to ask, "Nelm? I was just wondering." "Yea." "What happened with your arm?"
Nelm looks at her like as if he wasn't sure as to what to say. After a short moment he said, "Messing up at something." "Like what?" "Just.. messing up." "Oh," was all Sylvia could say.
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Sylvia made up a listing of the Aurors and some info on their character a week latter. Alastor Moody, of coarse he's not a suspect in this, but it would do to know about him. He distances himself from the activities that did not involve catching Death Eaters. That seems to be his only ambition. Bring all the Death Eaters to justice. He has more wanted poster around his cubical than most of everyone else of all the known Death Eaters that are on the run. Helga Mites, Sylvia isn't overly fond of her. She keeps talking about things that Death Eaters would do to their victims. Evan Rosier, he's been very nice, but Sylvia couldn't help but feel that he's only being nice to her face. Kingsley Shaclebolt, Sylvia feels that he's not the one she's looking for. Frank Longbottem, same as with Kingsley. He often talks about his son, Neville, and that he has high hopes that he would do very well in school. Sylvia saw his son once when his wife, Alice, came in with him. Sylvia couldn't help, but smile at the family. As much pain as she has for her brother, it was good to see there were still families living happily together. Ginger Catcher, almost just as serious as Alastor. Only she would include herself in other activities. And Dawlish Frizz, he's serious about his work as well, and would take orders from higher command. Such as when the Minister feels that he needs protection in something. Sylvia couldn't help, but to spend time just enjoying herself. There were times of coarse where she had the impression that Alastor would prefer that she didn't spend so much time just having fun. She's going to need to in some way show that she did not forget why she's there.
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December came, and decorations went up all over the Headquarters. Alastor often made comments to people as they added more to the room about how they're spending more time with making the room pretty and less time working. Sylvia made certain that she appeared to be busy when he was around. But when he wasn't looking, she would add some ornaments she got from the muggle stores. It was true about them spending time having fun. Sylvia couldn't help but look over in Alastor's direction when Ginger told her to go ahead and take the rest of the day off. She wished she didn't. He was not looking happy at all. Sooner or latter she has got to find something that would put a smile to his face. Sylvia was putting on her knitted hat and scarf as she thought about the fun she had that day putting the decorations up. She pushed the down button, and it was almost immediately that the doors opened. Sylvia did not pay any attention to the person that was on the lift as she stepped on. She looked over at the buttons and saw that the floor she was going to was already pushed. Sylvia was pulling out her gloves when the man spoke, "I see that you've lasted almost a month." She recognized the cold voice even though it's been that long cense she heard it. Not even looking at him, Sylvia said, "Yes I have. Surprised?" "Only a little," replied Malfoy. Sylvia made another glance at the buttons to make sure that she saw it right. She did. Level eight. Long ways down. Sylvia thought, 'Great, I should have knocked on wood.' "Just for how long do plan to stay?" Sylvia pretended to not hear what he said. The lift ride seems to be taking forever. Sylvia noticed some shift movement and knew that he was now facing her. Level four. "Now you listen to me and you listen well. You.." Sylvia did not hear what he was going to say because the doors just opened and, to Sylvia's surprise and delight, Nelm came onto the lift. The owls that were in there flew off the lift before the doors closed. "Hello Sylvia, you're off early." "They," Sylvia was about to say that they were almost partying up there, but then made a glance at Malfoy and said instead, "They just decided to let me get the rest of the day off." "Well that was nice," Nelm looks over at Malfoy with a look of dislike. A look that was new to Sylvia. "Hello Mr. Malfoy." He placed himself between them. "Hello Mr. Gash. I see that you've answered the emergency call to that floor. I'm very much surprised. I had thought that you've given up working with animals. Seeing as one had taken your arm ten years ago." That came to a complete surprise to Sylvia. He had never told her how he lost it. Nelm looks over at Sylvia, "Has he been giving you trouble?" Sylvia truthfully said, "Not yet." Malfoy pretended that nothing was going on. But that innocent look had the draw back of the true evil. Finally the doors opened. "The Atrium." "Well," said Malfoy, "Ladies first. I'm sure that you're going back up." "Actually, I think I could use a bit of a break for helping clean things up." He left the lift with Sylvia. His wooden hand was on her shoulder as he steered her away from Malfoy, whom had stepped off just after them. Malfoy walked by them and apperated. Nelm said, "I don't trust that man." "You think he might be a.." "Positive. He was one of the first few that CLAIMED that he was being controlled." "And they believed him?"
"He has ways of persuasion. Such as making people pocket's fatter." Sylvia lets out a sigh of annoyance, "Doesn't matter what kind of political party your dealing with, their all just the same." "Hear hear." Sylvia wasn't sure of bring this subject up, but she wanted to know, "He said something about you loosing the arm to an animal?" It was quite obvious that Nelm did not want to tell Sylvia about what happened to his arm. "Just after I got out of Hogwarts, I took on the job as Care of Magical Creatures teacher. Things were going fine for a while till I decided to teach them about Chimaeras. Now it was alright just so long as he stayed IN the cage." "He got out," said Sylvia. "Luckily it wasn't when I had a class going. I don't know how it happened, it just did. The Chimaera got out and would have killed me if Hagrid wasn't there. Claimed my arm before he could get it off me." Sylvia knew that there was no way she could imagine what that could have been like, "What happened after that?" "Dumbledore made this arm for me. Some people say that it looks cheap, but I know some tricks to it that they don't know about." "Such as." Nelm spoke softly with a smug look on his face, "Hard to explain, but I might show you one day." His face became sad again when he spoke, "I didn't want to work with animals anymore after that day. I lost the feel to it you might say. So I took up the job in the Muggle-worthy excuse committee. Dumbledore said that I would do a good job in there just as I did with animals. Mainly because I came up with the best excuses he had ever heard while I was attending Hogwarts." Sylvia laughed when he said that. Nelm seemed to have brightened when she did. "But you helped some people with some didn't you?" "Some ideate messed around with a pixie cage, and they started wrecking havoc with everything. Including opening other cages. They needed everyone that knew something there." "Perhaps you didn't loose as much of a feel as you think." A smile spread across Nelm's face when she said that. "Looks like we both have a story to tell." "Yea we do." It was an awkward moment between them. Neither of them knew what to say next exactly. The only thing that Sylvia could come up with was, "Thank you for.. coming in when you did." "Oh it was just a stroke of luck." "Thanks anyway. I'll be seeing you," said Sylvia as she turned to leave. It accord to her that this was the second time Nelm came to her aid. She looked back at him before going into the hall with all the fireplaces. Nelm was on his way back onto the lift. Sylvia thought of talking to him more, but decided to let him get back to his office. She turned back to the hall, and walked to one of the fireplaces. As the doors to the lift opened, Nelm looked over to where Sylvia was before she disappeared into the fire.
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Sylvia's job wasn't all that difficult. It kept her on her feet, but she found it a lot of fun. She had to duck her head a lot to avoid collision with the owls. People went in and out a lot. There was a few times that there were only four in the room. Apparently they were all out looking for evidence. When she wasn't on her feet, Arthur would ask her questions about the muggle world and the items they make. He even brought up the new cassette tapes and asked her questions on how they work. On her second day on the job, she was on the front page of the Daily Prophet.
Muggle working at the Ministry It was interesting to find that the Ministry is taking steps with the Muggle Wizard Relations. Sylvia Esterson, a Muggle, came to the Ministry looking for a job. Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic, accepted her offer gladly. In an interview, Cornelius Fudge stated, "One can not tell if something can never happen unless we try. Such as 'a muggle can never work at the Ministry', but Miss Esterson is proving to be quite the worker and can move about our world with ease. Just as I had thought she would."
Janis looked at that and said, "Say what. That's not what Nelm says." Sylvia said, "He's just looking for good PR. Might as well give it to him. After all, he did agree in the end." "That's true."
Sylvia Esterson was given the job of getting the Aurors their coffee. It was rather difficult to get an interview with her considering that the Aurors do not alow reporters in the Headquarters. But we've managed to catch her while leaving. "I was very much surprised that they had accepted my resume. Seeing as some people here are not over fond of muggles."
"They sure cleaned up what I really said." Janis laughed.
It is true about what she had said. There are those at the Ministry that wishes for her to be removed. Bellatrix Lestrange made a statement saying, "It's such an embarrassing thing to have a muggle working at the Ministry. What are they saying? That muggles can really be among us. A House Elf can do a better job than she." Now the question is if Sylvia Esterson can prove herself.
Janis looked up from the paper, "Can you?
"I'll see," said Sylvia as she dug into her ice cream at the Ice Cream Parlor. "Well, hopefully these people won't give you too much of a hard time." "I have no worries. It's not like I'm going to have sit with them alone or something." Janis started tapping the table, "Knock on wood for saying that." "Oh please, do tell me that you don't believe in things like that." Janis replied, "In this world you can never tell." "Good evening ladies," said Nelm as he approached them. Sylvia turned her head to see him, "Good evening Nelm." "Hey, Nelm," said Janis as she held out the Daily Prophet, "Check this out." "Did," said Nelm as he sat down with them, "I thought it rather interesting what Mr. Fudge said. Just as I thought she would." Mimicked Nelm. Sylvia said, "PR is everything when it comes to politics, Mr. Gash. That's the way it is where ever you go." The three of them laughed over that. Sylvia noticed a bag at Nelm's side, "What's that?" "Something I found at the junk shop," said Nelm as he reached into the bag.
Janis rolled her eyes when he said 'junk shop.' That was the one place she was not interested in shopping at. Nelm pulled what looked like an old 1920's or 30's radio. "Now, there are some parts of it that needs some fixing. But this should be able to pick up stations all over the world." "And you really believe that." "If not, then it would be a nice piece of decoration." Sylvia looked at his wooden arm and just had to ask, "Nelm? I was just wondering." "Yea." "What happened with your arm?"
Nelm looks at her like as if he wasn't sure as to what to say. After a short moment he said, "Messing up at something." "Like what?" "Just.. messing up." "Oh," was all Sylvia could say.
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Sylvia made up a listing of the Aurors and some info on their character a week latter. Alastor Moody, of coarse he's not a suspect in this, but it would do to know about him. He distances himself from the activities that did not involve catching Death Eaters. That seems to be his only ambition. Bring all the Death Eaters to justice. He has more wanted poster around his cubical than most of everyone else of all the known Death Eaters that are on the run. Helga Mites, Sylvia isn't overly fond of her. She keeps talking about things that Death Eaters would do to their victims. Evan Rosier, he's been very nice, but Sylvia couldn't help but feel that he's only being nice to her face. Kingsley Shaclebolt, Sylvia feels that he's not the one she's looking for. Frank Longbottem, same as with Kingsley. He often talks about his son, Neville, and that he has high hopes that he would do very well in school. Sylvia saw his son once when his wife, Alice, came in with him. Sylvia couldn't help, but smile at the family. As much pain as she has for her brother, it was good to see there were still families living happily together. Ginger Catcher, almost just as serious as Alastor. Only she would include herself in other activities. And Dawlish Frizz, he's serious about his work as well, and would take orders from higher command. Such as when the Minister feels that he needs protection in something. Sylvia couldn't help, but to spend time just enjoying herself. There were times of coarse where she had the impression that Alastor would prefer that she didn't spend so much time just having fun. She's going to need to in some way show that she did not forget why she's there.
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December came, and decorations went up all over the Headquarters. Alastor often made comments to people as they added more to the room about how they're spending more time with making the room pretty and less time working. Sylvia made certain that she appeared to be busy when he was around. But when he wasn't looking, she would add some ornaments she got from the muggle stores. It was true about them spending time having fun. Sylvia couldn't help but look over in Alastor's direction when Ginger told her to go ahead and take the rest of the day off. She wished she didn't. He was not looking happy at all. Sooner or latter she has got to find something that would put a smile to his face. Sylvia was putting on her knitted hat and scarf as she thought about the fun she had that day putting the decorations up. She pushed the down button, and it was almost immediately that the doors opened. Sylvia did not pay any attention to the person that was on the lift as she stepped on. She looked over at the buttons and saw that the floor she was going to was already pushed. Sylvia was pulling out her gloves when the man spoke, "I see that you've lasted almost a month." She recognized the cold voice even though it's been that long cense she heard it. Not even looking at him, Sylvia said, "Yes I have. Surprised?" "Only a little," replied Malfoy. Sylvia made another glance at the buttons to make sure that she saw it right. She did. Level eight. Long ways down. Sylvia thought, 'Great, I should have knocked on wood.' "Just for how long do plan to stay?" Sylvia pretended to not hear what he said. The lift ride seems to be taking forever. Sylvia noticed some shift movement and knew that he was now facing her. Level four. "Now you listen to me and you listen well. You.." Sylvia did not hear what he was going to say because the doors just opened and, to Sylvia's surprise and delight, Nelm came onto the lift. The owls that were in there flew off the lift before the doors closed. "Hello Sylvia, you're off early." "They," Sylvia was about to say that they were almost partying up there, but then made a glance at Malfoy and said instead, "They just decided to let me get the rest of the day off." "Well that was nice," Nelm looks over at Malfoy with a look of dislike. A look that was new to Sylvia. "Hello Mr. Malfoy." He placed himself between them. "Hello Mr. Gash. I see that you've answered the emergency call to that floor. I'm very much surprised. I had thought that you've given up working with animals. Seeing as one had taken your arm ten years ago." That came to a complete surprise to Sylvia. He had never told her how he lost it. Nelm looks over at Sylvia, "Has he been giving you trouble?" Sylvia truthfully said, "Not yet." Malfoy pretended that nothing was going on. But that innocent look had the draw back of the true evil. Finally the doors opened. "The Atrium." "Well," said Malfoy, "Ladies first. I'm sure that you're going back up." "Actually, I think I could use a bit of a break for helping clean things up." He left the lift with Sylvia. His wooden hand was on her shoulder as he steered her away from Malfoy, whom had stepped off just after them. Malfoy walked by them and apperated. Nelm said, "I don't trust that man." "You think he might be a.." "Positive. He was one of the first few that CLAIMED that he was being controlled." "And they believed him?"
"He has ways of persuasion. Such as making people pocket's fatter." Sylvia lets out a sigh of annoyance, "Doesn't matter what kind of political party your dealing with, their all just the same." "Hear hear." Sylvia wasn't sure of bring this subject up, but she wanted to know, "He said something about you loosing the arm to an animal?" It was quite obvious that Nelm did not want to tell Sylvia about what happened to his arm. "Just after I got out of Hogwarts, I took on the job as Care of Magical Creatures teacher. Things were going fine for a while till I decided to teach them about Chimaeras. Now it was alright just so long as he stayed IN the cage." "He got out," said Sylvia. "Luckily it wasn't when I had a class going. I don't know how it happened, it just did. The Chimaera got out and would have killed me if Hagrid wasn't there. Claimed my arm before he could get it off me." Sylvia knew that there was no way she could imagine what that could have been like, "What happened after that?" "Dumbledore made this arm for me. Some people say that it looks cheap, but I know some tricks to it that they don't know about." "Such as." Nelm spoke softly with a smug look on his face, "Hard to explain, but I might show you one day." His face became sad again when he spoke, "I didn't want to work with animals anymore after that day. I lost the feel to it you might say. So I took up the job in the Muggle-worthy excuse committee. Dumbledore said that I would do a good job in there just as I did with animals. Mainly because I came up with the best excuses he had ever heard while I was attending Hogwarts." Sylvia laughed when he said that. Nelm seemed to have brightened when she did. "But you helped some people with some didn't you?" "Some ideate messed around with a pixie cage, and they started wrecking havoc with everything. Including opening other cages. They needed everyone that knew something there." "Perhaps you didn't loose as much of a feel as you think." A smile spread across Nelm's face when she said that. "Looks like we both have a story to tell." "Yea we do." It was an awkward moment between them. Neither of them knew what to say next exactly. The only thing that Sylvia could come up with was, "Thank you for.. coming in when you did." "Oh it was just a stroke of luck." "Thanks anyway. I'll be seeing you," said Sylvia as she turned to leave. It accord to her that this was the second time Nelm came to her aid. She looked back at him before going into the hall with all the fireplaces. Nelm was on his way back onto the lift. Sylvia thought of talking to him more, but decided to let him get back to his office. She turned back to the hall, and walked to one of the fireplaces. As the doors to the lift opened, Nelm looked over to where Sylvia was before she disappeared into the fire.