Kingsley

( Application for Future is Bright )

[Owl to Sinistra]
[Anoyne Attn: Sin]
[Afternoon]

A giant box several weeks late to it's event dropped into professor Sinistra tower.
Inside was a brochure "Wand-orful Espana Winter guide" and a elegant Spanish fan and a simple not.

Happy belated birthday, and thank you. Spain will still be there come the holidays...

[House]
[Anyone]
[Afternoon]

Hannah had long since moved out, and he couldn't lie he missed the little ball of sunshine bouncing around the house. For the last week he had started settling back into his normal routine of overworking, by Sunday he felt guilty. He knew it'd get around that he wasn't eating properly and on top of that he wasn't sleeping well. So this Sunday he took a half day and went home early for the first time without being forced. He walked in and was startled by the fact that it was so quiet. He took a seat on the couch wondering what else to do. There was a reason he worked late and was hardly ever seen in the village, the creaking floorboards and the ticking of clock was just a constant reminder that he was alone, that Joyce was gone, and the life they could have had was just a ghost of what could of been. His heart ached every minute he was alone in that house, and the time Hannah stayed there was a welcomed distraction, but with her gone it was glaringly clear he was very much alone.

((Right so who's the dumb dumb? I'M THE DUMB DUMB! I forgot Kingsley's birthday was the 16th and not the 23rd :X ))
[House]
[Anyone Attn: Sin,Charlie, Evey, and anyone else who wants to come]
[late afternoon]

Wht started as Apple Stuffed Pork Chops with mashed potatoes with the skins and snap peas turned into complete chaos. They had a dead in lead to the fires and he had spent his birthday with a larger at the leaky cauldron. He finally got a day off to have birthday dinner as promised that is if he ever got this mess in order! He had practically banished Hannah from being there not because he didn't want her there but more of an apology for the awkward moment they had. The kitchen look like a truck hit it and he still hadn't baked the bloody cake! Oh and to top it all off the stove was on fire...

"...THE STOVE IS ON FIRE!"

[Home]
[Anyone]
[BackBackBack dated to the morning after Hannah's Anniversary]


When it was 10 pm when he started worrying because she hadn't owled saying she'd be late at 1am was when he started pacing. At 4am is when he filled her missing, and around 4:30 was when Everyone in the late shift calmed him down but promised to look for her but assured him that there was a very small chance that she was in trouble. He had talked to Angelina, George, Owled Don and practically screamed at Harry. Now it was day break and he was snoring in his arm chair the now cold cup of tea threatening to fall to the ground where Tuck laid sleeping comfortably on Kingsley's feet.

[MLE]
[Anyone]
[noon]

He had been doing it all day and his underlings were becoming quite worried. His love for his work and lack of a social life was worrying enough but this this seem to be borderline mental, they really didn't know what to make of it.

"Morning all" he said cheerily walking down the hall...SMILING! And what's more he'd been running back and forth with piles of files from the file room.

"Sir...would you like any help with those"

"No no Wanda, I'm quite alright I really need to get cracking on these, I'm dealing with a few cold cases that might have something to do with the fires." He said simply brezzing past her.

[Ministry to the flat for Lunch]
[Anyone]
[Afternoon]

In a surprising turn of events the Wizengamot has overturned it's previous ruling regarding Prophet reporter Roni Chambers. They state that because her column has next to nothing to do with national security and everything to do with the private lives of it's employees, they see no problem with her reporting on the happenings inside the Ministry. They have also lifted the restriction of her not being able to print Ministry offical's names. Offical Slattery told the Prophet",I actually hope this improves the behavior of some of the people in the Ministry. If they know someone is keeping an eye on them, then maybe they won't goof off as much." This comes after an almost year long battle that Chambers has had with the Ministry. One that some attribute to her fascination with Kingsley Shacklebolt. Neither could be reached for a comment. Chambers is on extended vacation and the Prophet expects her column back as early as next week.

Actually quite the opposite, this had just made him angrier and more uncooperative with the press at a recent hearing he told them the two suspects had giant mouse ears and red pants. Fine they wanted people delving into official business so be it they could go right ahead, he wasn't going to win. He wasn't a politician he was a cop and in a midst of a giant secret he was keeping between 4 people in the ministry, the fucking Ministry just made things ten times more difficult to make sure people like Hannah Abbott weren't hurt again.

"Kingsley I had no choice!" Cynthia pleaded with him in her office

"Cynthia your the bloody Ministress of course you had a fucking choice! Veto this foolishness!"

"Kingsley just let it go people like Chambers want one thing" She said signing off on a order of some thing.

"To ruin everyone's life"

"No to get out of celebrity gossip with some hard hitting scandal! Get all the praise undercover misdoing and dirty dealings!"

Kingsley rolled his eyes.

"You know it's quite safe to talk in here, the Ministers office has always been safe to talk in"

He waved his hand this was a Moody type situation and he wasn't comfortable talking about Owyn somewhere he didn't set the charms himself.

"You're not a politician Kingsley, we have to play ball if we're going to help people if I sit here fighting this jobs aren't created ,innocent people stay in jail and dumb decrees don't get over turned. I'm in the midst of trying to burn the public list of Deatheaters families"

"Think that's wise I mean they are a good source of information some of the time"

"Kingsley! That list fuels prejudice and justification to discriminate against these people their sins are separate to the killer's and may I remind you that there is a percentage of Deatheaters wives that were found to be relieved by their husbands sentencing. Most of these families don't even want to think about it anymore! It's a list of hate and presents unwarranted aggression toward innocent people!"

He put his hands up again he wasn't a politician. He excited then and headed home to check on Hannah perhaps he'd just take the rest of the day off.

[On the scene]
[Anyone]
[about 7am]

The Fire brigade were still dousing spots of the wreckage.

"Jackson, what do we have?"

"Not much sir, no one was a 'round when it happened, a homeless man said he saw the white hot fear in their eyes but also said he had a basilisk with him so..."

He pinched the bridge of his nose. Three shops, three lives ruined . He had been through just about everything but it still hurt a little more when the violence was senseless.

"Has the Quidditch Supply guy show up?"

"Not sure sir"

"Go and find his address and tell him. And Owl in the scene investigators I want them on standby as soon as it's safe to go in I want a clean sweep of the damage, no stone un turned and no grubby lackeys coming in to make sure all evidence is destroyed, if there is a unusual foot print in this place I want it analyzed and identified."

Jackson nodded and headed out. Kingsley let out a heavy sigh as he saw the chard remains of a bird cage and in side the mains of a little yellow cannery.

[Ministry]
[Roni Chambers, her lawyers and Potter]
[Morning]

"Mr. Kingsley is it true that Roni Chambers is begin held in Azkaban?"

Kingsley was bombarded with questions just as soon as he walked up the staircase. Thanks to idle gossip and the Prophet accusing him of censorship everyone was on his case,was he conspiring to bring down the people's rights, did he have Chambers locked up because she wouldn't date him, ridiculous, when exactly did Journalism become a safe haven for idiots and their drivel. If they only knew, she was just in one of the Holding cells, begin fed and cleaned and in complete contact with her lawyers, just until her things were carefully rifled through.

"Is it true that this is a vendetta to imped on rights of Journalists everywhere"

"Alright that's it, making a public statement!"

Like dogs to a prime cut steak the ran over in packs with cameras and note pads.

"Miss Roni Chambers is no where near our murders.She has caused a significant problem and we're dealing with it. I cannot tell you much more then that except that she will be back writing soon enough. Thank you." He turned back around and left into MLE headquarters to deal with todays mess.

"POTTER!"he bellowed.

[Office]
[Note to Charlie]
[Anyone]


Charlie, I think you and your youngest sibling should have a talk about night's out. Not to be a busy body or anything but she's lucky Daphne Greengrass didn't press charges. This sort of a behavior could give her a record.

"Now what is it you need Angelina?" He sighed taking a case file out of her hands. She pouted but then sat up right in the chair.
"It's very simple I wan to know my rights as a citizen!"

"You'll have to be more specific Angelina?...Is this about Chamber?! AGAIN?!"Kingsley shook his head.

"No no no, I have a resonable case to bring up Kingsley!"

"Look Angelina, I'm sorry but just because we know eachother and you have Celebrity power of sorts you'll have grin and bare it like every other citizen, unless she's photographed you in your home or listened in on conversations in your home we can't do anything about her!"

"No! It's not about that listen, the Prophet said that those secrets were anonymous! I say she broke the contract by exposing Oliver secret! I think she should be suspended if not fired dipped in tar,feathered then fed to hungry kneazels!"

Kingsley nodded.

"Well then I'll see what I can do okay? I'll talk to the prophet."

Angelina smiles and stands.

"And by the way I think serious measures need to be taken against the is called artists in-"

Kingsley already messaging the temples on his round head.

"Johnson if we were to put away everyone for acting like a bitch I'd have to put you away just as much as any other woman on the street. "

Angelina turned on her heel and walked out.

[Office]
[Morning after Valentines day]
[Anyone ATTN: Evey]

*strodes in like he's not wearing last nights pants and sporting a hangover*

*Rhodna raises eyebrows: Good morning sir*

Morning Rhodna,how's uh the kids.

*slowly: Jeffrey's going to be a prefect, Jaquie's threatening to get her boyfriends named tatooed on her back and William's just got his magic*

*distracted*
Wonderful.

*Er...long night or-*
Rhodna you know it is Sunday if you could just message Eveyln that I need to see her for something quick you can take the rest of the day off. Okay?

*heads into his office and closes the bloody blinds*

[Night of raid to this moringing]
[Anyone I suppose]
[His flat in Hogsmeade]

His head near a bucket and his face drenched with sweat this was not how Kingsley Shaklebolt thought he'd be done in.

"Fucking curry shrimp!"

He had the new receptionist send Owls out to Chang and the Weasley's. All except Charlie who he wanted to deliver personally. Unfortunately he made it down the steps out not the street when he the Curry shrimp brought him to his knee and caused him the vomit behind the bushes this when on for some time before unfortunately his neighbor called her healer son to have a look at him. So the next morning Kingsley was filled with regret that not only did he have to sit back and order his troops but because either the families had to find out by what he considered impersonal letters or a rather cold Wireless report.

[Office]
[Anyone]
[3?]


Sir?

*Jerks awake from his trance*
Yes, what is it Rhonda? How are the girls?

It's Barbra sir

Right, sorry, how is your husband Dave


It's Steven

*opens his mouth to say something.

He's quite well, it was the touch of the flu. And here's your Chinese food from muggle London, sir

*Nods thankfully*

*Barbra smiles then leaves*

[Interrogation room]
[Cho and Harry]
[Evening]

*sits watching one of the suspects through the mirror with one of the head Hitwizards*

We stormed the place like you said, they were completely caught off guard. The muggle accomplence as been taken care of. He's being treated for the spells casted on him

Good I'll go after Jasper and have my two rookies take the other two when they get here.

Are you sure it's wise to put them in there with suspected mas murderers?

They can handle it. I just need a confession. Which shouldn't be hard rouge Deatheaters are proud, you ask the right questions they'll own up to their deeds.

*Hitwizard nods and leaves him to it*

[Berlin]
[Any Auror via Patronous]
[Dead of night]

The time 2100 hours. The place Berlin.
"Clear on the north side sir" Higgins confirmed. It had now been 24 hours since Kingsley was told that three suspects that may be involved with the Rutherford and Hutchinson murders were seen 24 cold hours without shower or a decent cup of tea.

"Good Higgins,they gotta come out at some point and when they do we'll be ready" He grinned. Higgins was a vetren Auror training to be a Wizard this was exactly the kinda field work she needed, however...

"Permission to ask a question sir?"

"Granted!"

"Why are we sitting on a roof top of a muggle insane asylum freezing our arse off just to check in on something the Hitwizards are paid to report?"

Kingsley rolled his eyes and sighed.

"We've been over this I like to be a hands on Head of Aurors. And you've ben begging to get more Hitwizard type work! And this is what you're doing for 80% of the time! Sitting here with a thermos of coffee not knowing if you're here for anything or if you're here for nothing. So stop complaining and enjoy the ride Higgins"

Higgins sighed and nodded going back to watching for the perps. After a few minutes she finally couldn't hold her tongue.

"Permission say something sir?"

"Yes Higgins?" He sighed"

"I would just like to say that the Hols are coming up sir and well maybe now it's not the best time to overload yourself on work instead of making yourself available...for you know...stuff and whatever."

Kingsley pulled down the binoculars and turned to the young girl next to him with a perplexed look.

"I'm just saying, none of my business mind you but maybe asking a certain person lets call her Jones wouldn't be the end of the world"

"Higgins what ARE you blabbering on about?"

"I mean the force is worried about you, you haven't dated since Merlin knows when we just don't want to see you chained to the desk all day. It's been a while since she di-"

"Well tell the force thanks for their concern but I'm doing just fine!" Kinsley interrupted harshly.

There was a long silence.

"Now if we're done talking about 'stuff and whatever' I'd like to catch three deatheaters before another gruesome murder happens in London, switch the binoculars to the east and
I'll take the west."

They adjusted accordingly and continued into the night.

[Letter to all that were involved in the meeting then Roni Chambers]
[Office to Roni Chamber's]

I think we can safely assume it's none of us who talked to Chambers. And I think we can saftly assume that we all know that secrets are vital to security and to keep leads out of the know, so I won't mention badge stripping, long shame upon you and your family, or a chair in the middle of the Wizingmont. Hope you all are having a pleasant day
-K. Shaklebolt

Kingsley walked out into the hall up a couple of stairs and enetered the floo department managed single handely by a middle-aged witch who was painfully obvious about her feelings for any warm blooded male who strolled in that she was in in love with them, but
Kingsley always held a special place in her heart. Today she was wearing her red number with the nails to match, dark rimmed glasses that magnified her eyes a a black a cardigan. She turned around from her desk and smiled brightly

"Kingsley, sweetie, why do you tease you know you can call me B!"
She squealled twirling her haoir as if she was 20 or so years younger.

"...Yes, well B I need the classified floo directory."

"Kigsey darling you know I simply adore you but you know I can't simply had it to you without a warrant" Somehow she was now close enough to play with his tie

Yes yes I know but you are allowed to let me use the one in here briefly if you monitor"he slyly moved a few feet back from her not wanting to end up in an akward position like last years Christmas party. Not to mention she was wearing far too much perfume

"Kingsley baby I can't do that without proper documentation, you know that" she pouted.

"B, come now I only needed it for a tick, important business"

"Very well" Kingsley smiled and made his way back toward her desk.

"But according to article 79 section 792 of floo jurisdiction and guidelines established in 1881, in an emergency situation to secure that you do not mean to harm the person in question you must clear yourself of all weapons"
Though she was giggly and and overall pill to deal with, she was a bureaucrat first and foremost.

Kingsley started to dig through is coat and pants when B cleared her throat.

"Actually I'm the one who has to do it, coat please"

Kingsley rolled his eyes but obeyed. She took out his wand, he knife his other knife, his extra wand any and all magical bombs or screens while making an effort to pat his bottom every chance she got.

"Are we quite done!" Kingsley bark

"Oh, I do love a man who's forceful! Yes we're done." Kingsley took his coat back and made his way to the fire place. She giggled and handed him the list he requested

"Remember Kingsley bear, 30 minutes our I'll have to punish you."

He rolled his eyes and quickly found Roni chambers floo adress. With a bang he soon found himself in Roni chambers flat.

[Meeting room]
[Open to Aurors after meeting fair game]
[Sunday 5pm]


Kingsley had rolled in the chalk board, or at least he tried, he had peons to do it for him now, after the first few weeks of being the boss he was still uneasy, he had finally managed to do what he liked after hours of unfinished paper work, meeting with the minister, meeting with every bloody head of whatever. All of the asking about that un going investigations and all he could scream in his head was "well if you lot would bloody let me do my job I can give you a definite answer!" Poor Kingsley didn't even have time to celebrate his birthday! And oh oh, the brilliant bloody prankster that thought of giving him his own theme song, he was not in the mood for pranks for awhile. But finally today was a good day, today he actually had a chance to BE head of the Aurors, so in true Kingsley fashion his first order of business was to set up a meeting

[Anyone letter private to:Harry, Cho, Evey, Hestia, and a couple of other aurors]
[Where: Office]
[Evening]

Meeting in the number 5 conference room. Sunday evening.
-Kingsley Shaklebolt Head of the Aurors