14 September 1893 — Ministry of Magic
Oz had been surprised when Ross mentioned him — so much so that he had nearly wondered if there was some other fellow named Dempsey who worked at the Ministry, of no relation but coincidentally sharing a last name. But he'd even tasked Wright, who was about as far removed from Ministry employment as Oz was, so it wasn't a mistake. It was frankly a little alarming — he took it as a sure sign of how dire the situation was, if Minister Ross was relying on him to go coordinate things, even as one of half a dozen. In any case, he was not going to let his task be the one that went uncompleted, and have that be the only thing that anyone talked about for the rest of the campaign. He might not even know who ran this department, but he was certainly going to marshal them as instructed.
"Alright, who's in charge here?" he asked (after having surreptitiously checked the sign on the wall to ensure that this was in fact the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes — he would not have recognized it without the helpful label, so it was a good thing the sign was so prominently displayed). A man walking purposefully into midst of the office and demanding to know who was in charge had at least gotten people's attention, but before anyone could answer Oz had decided it wasn't actually a pertinent question. "Nevermind — you'll do," he said, picking out a person at random who looked like they might have the capacity to take charge. "What's the fastest way to contact everyone in your department? We need them all reassigned."
Invitational: Edric Umbridge Lyall McCarthy Rowan Yaxley Royal Pyrites Dorian Fisk; in theory also open to other Ministry employees/visitors with reason to be in the DMA&C late in the workday
"Alright, who's in charge here?" he asked (after having surreptitiously checked the sign on the wall to ensure that this was in fact the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes — he would not have recognized it without the helpful label, so it was a good thing the sign was so prominently displayed). A man walking purposefully into midst of the office and demanding to know who was in charge had at least gotten people's attention, but before anyone could answer Oz had decided it wasn't actually a pertinent question. "Nevermind — you'll do," he said, picking out a person at random who looked like they might have the capacity to take charge. "What's the fastest way to contact everyone in your department? We need them all reassigned."
MJ is the light of my life <3