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    01.11 I've got a bit of a reputation...
    01.06 AC underway, and a puzzle to solve!
    01.01 Happy new year! Have some announcements of varying importance.
    12.31 Enter the Winter Labyrinth if you dare!
    12.23 Professional Quidditch things...
    12.21 New stamp!
    12.20 Concerning immortality
    12.16 A heads up that the Secret Swap deadline is fast approaching!
    12.14 Introducing our new Minister of Magic!
    12.13 On the first day of Charming, Kayte gave to me...
    12.11 Some quick reminders!
    12.08 Another peek at what's to come...
    12.05 It's election day! OOC, at least.
    12.04 We have our PW winners for November!
    12.02 New Skins! In less exciting news, the AC is underway.
    11.27 AC Saturday and election next week!
    11.21 A glimpse at post-move changes.
    11.13 This news is not at all big. Do not bother with it.
    High Ambitions for the Lower Man
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    The ministerial race was underway, and Albert hadn't exactly been quiet about who he was supporting. Mr. Roman Crouch was the obvious choice (perhaps because both men had been in the same year in Slytherin and had gone on to the same career path) with his moderately conservative politics and his experience.

    He had gotten news from The Daily Prophet on October 22nd that Mr. Justus Pilliwickle, his own coworker, intended to run for Minister as well. He'd almost laughed when he heard that announcement; he didn't know where Pilliwickle planned on getting his funds from, nor how he planned on getting elected with his lack of experience, young age, and very liberal outlook on life.

    The two men were back in their office going through the paperwork room when he finally got the nerve to speak of the topic aloud — and to the overly-ambitious man himself!

    "Minister for Magic, eh? You don't think you're getting in over your head for ... such a young age?" he asked casually, his eyes not moving from the stack of paperwork he was going through.
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    Things had been strange since his campaign announcement had run in the paper. Justus wasn't a fool; he'd expected things to change for him, but he hadn't expected it to happen the way it did. He'd spent most of his life being invisible, toiling in the dark behind people who exuded light. Now there were eyes on him everywhere he went, and whispering as people wondered what a poor bastard was playing at trying to be Minister.

    For the most part, he wasn't bothered by it; he had bigger problems to deal with, after all. Even so, his confidence (which had never been overflowing to begin with) shook under the glare of the public spotlight.

    Work actually provided a welcome reprieve from it. At least, it had until today. He didn't think anyone would be interested in trying to wheedle information out of him. Then Pettigrew opened his mouth. Aside from the fact that he was rich, Justus really had no problem with him, but that didn't mean he wanted to talk politics in the office.

    Funny, he'd been itching to do that all the time before.

    "No, I do not," Justus said as he scrawled his initials on something for what felt like the hundredth time that day. "The advanced ages of previous Ministers certainly didn't stop them from making a proper mess of things. Age doesn't always mean that one is experienced or suited for a position. Besides, I think it's about time some young blood got into that office."

    The Ministry was already his life. Winning the election would only change the volume and nature of his responsibilities. Without family to care for, Justus could put his whole self into being Minister and he planned on doing just that.
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    "Hmph," replied, not surprised by the other man's answer. "Spoken like a true politician. You're absolutely perfect for the job." It was a taunt rather than a genuine compliment, and his tone made that clear. If Albert had personally believed that twenty five was a proper age to run for Minister, he'd of done it when ol' Potter bit the dust. He almost ran for Minister this time, but his friend Crouch has decided to announce his intention to run first; that automatically made him inclined to support him.

    "Do you have a secret stash of galleons you've been saving specifically for you intention to run for minister, or do you think you're going to pull funding out of your ass?" he asked, a genuine question this time. Compared to names like Crouch and Flint and Malfoy, poor Pilliwickle had nothing to offer to his own campaign!
    "I agree. That's why I'm running." He knew Pettigrew's comment wasn't a true complement, but if he picked fights with everyone who thought he couldn't be Minister and gave him shit for it, he'd never stop fighting. Justus had learned to pick his battles years ago at school. He wasn't going to regress now, no matter how frustrating some interactions ended up being.

    "Isn't it a bit vulgar to ask after another man's finances so openly?" Justus looked up to arch a brow at Pettigrew. It was no secret that Justus was far from wealthy, but that wasn't anyone's concern unless they were interested in donating to his campaign and he doubted that was the case with Pettigrew. He clicked his tongue disapprovingly. "In any case, I'm going to run a campaign that doesn't hinge entirely on money. The Minister's seat shouldn't be bought by whoever can afford it."

    If it was up to him, he'd take money out of politics point blank. It only led to corruption and mad grabs for power, not good, lasting change.
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    Albert raised his brows and held his palms up.

    "It's a legitimate concern," he responded with a slight smirk. "The Minister's seat shouldn't be bought, but it definitely can be. Even the wealthiest of candidates have to have strong financial plans to assure they don't spend their money in the wrong ways." But at least they had money. It was likely Pilliwickle had nothing.

    "Money is part of the game, sadly. It's how society work," he said with a mocking sigh. "I doubt that will change, even one hundred years from now." And how right he was *gazes into the distance*.
    "Yes, but the concern is mine to have." Justus didn't take well to people prying into his business, especially when it was people like Pettigrew. As a matter of principle, Justus had a rather low opinion of members of the more moneyed classes who didn't redistribute their obscene wealth or otherwise contribute to the left's cause. To his knowledge, Pettigrew did neither while also acting like a toadstool.

    "Society doesn't have to work that way, though. Anyone who says it does is either painfully shortsighted or trying to get money off you without putting in any labor for it. In the worst cases, those people are both. Luckily, not all of us are complacent. A great many people are dissatisfied with how things are and I value their thoughts quite highly, as we all should."

    Justus had read extensively on the nature of capitalism and the only conclusion he'd come to every time was that it was the root of a great many evils. If their society was to survive, it had to be stamped out by any means necessary and Justus wasn't going to let small minded people stop him from playing his part.
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    The whiny liberals were always going on about why they should have all the money, when they neither earned it nor were entitled to it. Perhaps Albert hadn't worked specifically for the wealth his family had, someone in his ancestry certainly had. Should someone be obligated to give up their wealth and deprive their family of a good living situation simply because they had passed?

    Obviously Pilliwickle thought so.

    "Maybe it doesn't have to, but that's how it does work. It's insanely idealistic to think that one can simply waltz into the Minister's position without any connections or resources," he said with a pointed glance. "And so young, not to mention."
    Justus was sorely tempted to roll his eyes at Pettigrew. Conservatives were all small-minded and averse to change, it seemed. Justus found it endlessly frustrating, but dealing with it couldn't be avoided because it was as much a part of politics as anything else. Tragic.

    "Without idealists, we'd still be living in caves and grunting at each other to communicate. And if everyone waited until the 'right' age to try and do something important with themselves, an unreasonable portion of the population would be sitting around twiddling their thumbs, don't you think?"

    Justus knew his success was a long shot (for the reasons Pettigrew brought up to be an ass and more), but it was better to try and fail than to sit back and do nothing at all while the future of their society was so ambiguous.
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