Rupertin grimaced, and threw her quill at the Great Hall ceiling. Sterlinge and Sirius glanced up, then Sirius screamed.
Rupertin huffed and looked up. Then jumped. A dark mark was apart of the Great Hall enchanted ceiling. Sirius screamed again until Sterlinge put a hand over his mouth. "Raba$$tian- must've did it, to spook everyone," Sterlinge explained. "I dormed with the bloke for 5 years, I know how the clown's mind works. Too bad he didn't take pictures for Bella," he trailed off. "Bella would give him an allowance for something like this."
Rupertin stopepd looking around for death eaters. "Wanker, I wish the order had its own symbol. It will be above the slytherin dorm when Dumbledore is done with him."
Rupertin shook her head. "Everyone is going to lose their heads in the morning, and on top of that the DCR said they can't take my case because the 3rd party is not my employer. And the EEOC STILL hasn't gotten back to me, no Charge of Discrimination or letter of notice of right to sue."
"The only silver lining is the lovely little coworker, and shop employee will be fired, as this last HR report wraps up within the next 2 weeks. Unless they're dragging their feet," Rupertin huffed. "If there is not a appropriate and satisfactory disciplinary action for them, the eeoc will be poking their noses in very soon. Or I will find an employement lawyer, on contingency fee agreement, very quickly. Because I will win that case." She glared at the ceiling. "I wish those kind of organizations had their own dark mark, Felishitty deserves to feel pure terror whenever she's contacted by one."
She paused. "That dark mark wasn't there 5 minutes ago." She looked around. "Is Bellatrix hiding in here?"
Sirius shrugged. "I'm surprised there still is a magical EEOC, considering halfboods, muggle borns, and half breeds are legally 2nd class citizens now."
Sterlinge quirked an eyebrow. "Apparenlty you haven't met this you-know-who. He won't allow disability discrimination, pregnancy discrimination, age discrimination, etc in the workplace- or who is gonna follow him? But he doesn't care if muggle borns, half bloods, merpeople, werewolves, vampires, trolls, or leprechauns should be a protected group at work."
Rupertin looked up, "a lot of clans think he will increase their wages at work. I never bought into you-know-who, I can sense an intent or act in an instant, regardless of the 'nice' 'caring' sales pitch. That's why I always kept my distance."
"Some people just faith in the wrong people in power," Sterlinge shook his head. Sirius quirked his eyebrow and gave Sterlinge a look.
"What?" Sterlinge looked defensive.
An owl swooped in, and sat on a gnome, half inside an eggshell, that was making their way back to the greenhouse garden. The owl was clutching a rolled up newspaper. Rupertin gave the owl a fake knut, then took the newspaper. Then she gave the owl an olive to nibble on, and another gnome in an eggshell. The owl hooted thanks, and flew away with said gnome. The sound of their bickering was heard from 10 feet away.
Rupertin unrolled the newspaper. 'Dark Arts and Crafts Shop in Diagon Alley gets a Dark Mark'.
The artilce begin with The dirtiest shop in Diagon Alley...
"Well Rita seems to be quite familiar with that shop," Rupertin said.
"Isn't that where you worked as a vendor, Rupertin?" Sirius asked.
"Yup," Rupertin replied. "It was only a matter of time before someone got tired of Felishitty's pisspoor customer service scams."
"Maybe you-know-who had the right idea in some of his new world order," Sirius muttered, scanning the newspaper. "It looks like this Felishitty person no longer treats customers like dirt, and helps them when they brings a broken item or return. Instead of ignoring or trying to scam them."
"Yeah DE's don't take kindly to that kind of third rate service," Sterlinge nodded. "Bella and Cissa, are always right. And the customer is king if it's Barty."
"As they should," Rupertin said. She gasped. "It looks like my former co workers, and their outside agency co-workers, are being forced to take a blood purity test," Rupertin said, scanning the article, "before they can serve edible potion. Atleast someone's head is on right and realizes they shouldn't be able to serve edible anything to anyone, who want buttcrack wand contamination in their potion."
"Purebloods know what standards to hold their food servers to," Sterlinge informed Rupertin. The moving picture of was Rupertin's former co-workers walk away and snubbing Death Eaters. who were trying to give them orders. Rupertin winced, she really felt for those death eaters. Rupertin could sense the attitude in her former co-workers without seeing their rotten expressions.
"I bet. It looks like death eaters left a rating for the store," Rupertin said. "It's as open to the public as the health report. I'll need someone to go in a fetch it, along with a health inspector report. And get back the thing Felishitty didn't let me get."
"I would do it but I can't go in public," Sterlinge told her. "And Sirius shouldn't. You don't want to draw attention to this as Lady Proxy Red. You want to try a news outlet that's not well known or controlled by a death eater, even if they help with your cause here, as that shop is on their shit list. You want a nonprofit news outlet for your story, and you don't want to give interviews as Lady Proxy Red"
"Bella may have been ripped off by that place and may be imperiosing the shop owner as we speak, but she won't help you with any employment rights. She will just blame you for that shop, as if it's a Weasley ploy to hijack the Black Lordship."
"Yes," Sirius agreed, "she will use that as an excuse to strip your Black Ladyship powers, and include you among the shop people she put a mark on."
The next day, the students at the Great Hall screamed when they came down to breakfast. Some people were confused why a dark mark was inside. Other people forgot they were inside and just starting running around, screaming. Muggleborns were hidng under the great hall tables. "Aw jeez I haven't had this much fun since Dolph, Lucius, and Bella were still here," Rabastian said to Barty.
Everyone looked around for a victim, they found Peeves hanging from a rafter. Chaos broke out as Peeves blew a raspberry and cackled. The green glow of the dark mark, which was touching the enchanted ceiling, illuminated Peeves, who flew through it. "Ickle students scared of the darkk mark."
The Bloody Baron chased Peeves away as Dumbledore called for order. The slytherins could barely hold in their laughter until Dumbledore rounded them all up. The gnomes walked on eggshells, as they came from the greenhouse garden.
Sterlinge and Rupertin snuck out of the Great Hall during the chaos. They went down the corridor and searched for Xenophellius. They found him nestled in the library, near the back. He looked up when they approached him. "Hi," Rupertin broke the silence.
"'Ello," Xenophellius replied, confused.
"I have a query letter for you," Rupertin said, handing him a letter. "It has to do with the recent events. I'm definitely not pro DE, but even they had valid concerns for once."
Xenophellius took the letter, "Thanks for your carefully put together story, I'll take a look at it and get back to you."
After that Rupertin looked for servants, to get her stuff, the DE report, and the health inspector report from the shop. The shop would acccuse any house elves of being her servant, and she would be accused of stalking. So she looked through order forms with great difficulty. Then she just contacted a magical PI.