The debate was going — honestly, Ross was not sure if it was going well. But it was going, and then the scribe sprinted towards him yelling about dragons. If he’d doubted it, the sound of screams solidified it — and while Mr. Armstrong seemed distraught, he also seemed competent.
The reason Ross had been Minister of Magic for so long was that he was good in a crisis. He already had sonorous cast to amplify his voice, so he stood and set off wand sparks, hoping to garner the attention of those in the room.
Luckily he also had access to some of Britain’s notables — although several of them were more useful than others, and if he used one, he would have to use all of them. Well. Many hands made light work, as it were.
”There will be an orderly exit via the floo network of those in this building who are not advised to go to the scene,” Ross said, ”Mr. Prewett will ensure and supervise an orderly departure.”
”Mr. Crouch, I believe the magical port of London is half yours,” Ross said, with an angle of his head, ”Go establish our emergency headquarters. I’ll meet you there.” Thank Merlin Crouch was here; Ross didn’t want anyone fighting over who was in charge of the scene.
”Mr. Picardy will contact the Department of Magical Transportation and ensure Rowle is there — post-haste. Please ensure they contact Captain Darrow.”
”Miss Whitledge, you will go to the Ministry and contact the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures,” Ross said. Hopefully she was not too young to handle her old coworkers. ”Send the Restraint Bureau. All of them.”
”Mr. Dempsey will do the same, for Magical Accidents & Catastrophes,” Ross said, ”They are all to come to the port of London and begin rescue operations.”
”Mr. Maxime, you will contact the —” Ross winced at the sound of the screaming, which kicked up a notch ”— obliviators, and ensure they are here immediately. Feel free to join them.” Given his association with Cassian Valenduris, it ought to be doable.
”Mr. Lupin,” Ross announced, ”Join Mr. Faustus Prewett in establishing a barrier around the incident. Hit wizards, aurors — whatever you need to get it done.” Ross, who was rather fond of Faustus Prewett, had never been as relieved to have him already-here as he was now.
And that just left — ”Mr. Wright,” Ross said, ”You will have first-access to the floo, go fetch healers from both hospitals, and come back here, to help people from the streets evacuate through this building and access triage. When they finish, Miss Whitledge and Mr. Dempsey will do the same.”
Ross exhaled. ”Now,” he breathed, hoping that anyone who had not moved yet would. He was leaving, but today — today, anyone who wanted his job worked for him.
”Mrs. Ainsworth,” he said, turning to his secretary, ”Let’s go alert the Prime Minister.”
The reason Ross had been Minister of Magic for so long was that he was good in a crisis. He already had sonorous cast to amplify his voice, so he stood and set off wand sparks, hoping to garner the attention of those in the room.
Luckily he also had access to some of Britain’s notables — although several of them were more useful than others, and if he used one, he would have to use all of them. Well. Many hands made light work, as it were.
”There will be an orderly exit via the floo network of those in this building who are not advised to go to the scene,” Ross said, ”Mr. Prewett will ensure and supervise an orderly departure.”
”Mr. Crouch, I believe the magical port of London is half yours,” Ross said, with an angle of his head, ”Go establish our emergency headquarters. I’ll meet you there.” Thank Merlin Crouch was here; Ross didn’t want anyone fighting over who was in charge of the scene.
”Mr. Picardy will contact the Department of Magical Transportation and ensure Rowle is there — post-haste. Please ensure they contact Captain Darrow.”
”Miss Whitledge, you will go to the Ministry and contact the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures,” Ross said. Hopefully she was not too young to handle her old coworkers. ”Send the Restraint Bureau. All of them.”
”Mr. Dempsey will do the same, for Magical Accidents & Catastrophes,” Ross said, ”They are all to come to the port of London and begin rescue operations.”
”Mr. Maxime, you will contact the —” Ross winced at the sound of the screaming, which kicked up a notch ”— obliviators, and ensure they are here immediately. Feel free to join them.” Given his association with Cassian Valenduris, it ought to be doable.
”Mr. Lupin,” Ross announced, ”Join Mr. Faustus Prewett in establishing a barrier around the incident. Hit wizards, aurors — whatever you need to get it done.” Ross, who was rather fond of Faustus Prewett, had never been as relieved to have him already-here as he was now.
And that just left — ”Mr. Wright,” Ross said, ”You will have first-access to the floo, go fetch healers from both hospitals, and come back here, to help people from the streets evacuate through this building and access triage. When they finish, Miss Whitledge and Mr. Dempsey will do the same.”
Ross exhaled. ”Now,” he breathed, hoping that anyone who had not moved yet would. He was leaving, but today — today, anyone who wanted his job worked for him.
”Mrs. Ainsworth,” he said, turning to his secretary, ”Let’s go alert the Prime Minister.”
OOC: You are encouraged to jump on these plot nuggets, but please do so in new threads and not in this one. Anyone who has not yet answered the debate questions has until midnight EST on 9/21/2023 to do so, but should assume they are answering the questions before the interruption of Mr. Clyde Armstrong.
IC AREAS AFFECTED -
Anything near the Port of London will end up within the barrier
A magically-erected site near the Port of London - Emergency Headquarters for Department of Int’l Magical Cooperation, Magical Transportation, Regulation & Control of Magical Creatures, and Magical Accidents and Catastrophes
The Museum of Magical Miscellany - Triage/Evac Site for healers & wounded
The Ministry floo and the floo between the Emergency Headquarters, the Museum, and both hospitals will be the only floo “online” in London 60 minutes after Mr. Armstrong bursts in at 5:45 PM.