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Harry Potter:"Do you really think there's going to be a war, Sirius?"
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TURN ON THE LIGHT is a Post- Potter roleplay that takes place twenty-five years after the Second Wizarding War.
We welcome canon and original characters in this (currently) sandbox style roleplay.
Schmoozing is what Ferris did best... At least that's what he told himself. (and anyone who would listen)... Over and over and over again. That's what politicians did, wasn't it? Especially those that wanted the highest position in the American wizarding government. You had to talk, to shake hands, to fit in with everyone no matter at what cost - that's how you got their vote. He may have lost out on having a partner, family, or any stable friendship for the most part but it would all be worth it when he held the highest rank possible for an American wizard.... even if he was secretly Canadian.
Currently overseas in London at a gala with other elite members of the magical community (and their guests), standing alongside the current magical president as well as several members of staff, Ferris, the current Chief of Staff followed behind their leader making sure to grin ear to ear and respond with plentiful "yes sirs" and "no sirs" - whatever was appropriate. But when the fearless leader walked away Ferris couldn't help but make a face, rolling his eyes and sticking out his tongue with disgust
"Bleh." He could barely hold in his contempt so he didn't bother to. Reaching out he grabbed a flute of champagne and dramatically tipped his head back taking it all in his mouth in one gulp then swishing it around in his mouth as dark, laser-focused eyes scanned the room. "They don't pay me enough for thi- HELLO." The fake smile was plastered back on as someone approached him and was greeted with a huge grin.
Tagged:OPEN Notes:Taking this guy out for a test run!
Post by MACHA O'KEEFFE on Nov 21, 2022 23:18:31 GMT
There was nothing more painful than doing these lavish events. Macha was the type of person that liked to go to galas. She felt like they were only to flaunt people's wealth and power. What they should be doing is helping people. But due to her status, she was forced by her vice president to go. Building allies was important, she was told.
As Macha walked with her team around, shaking hands and nodding as she met new faces and talked to other leaders worldwide. She walked with her team, and soon they dispersed to make their rounds. They were making their connections. Macha felt odd alone, but she was one to handle herself. But first, she needed a drink. Macha walked up to where the champaign was, seeing Anderson having his share of champagne. She walked beside him, grabbing her own. "Anderson." She said in a stern tone. After all, Macha was always very serious. The man was a mystery to her. "What were you saying?" She asked as she heard him saying something before she was near.
"President O'Keefe." He greeted with the toothiest of grins fashioned specifically for her benefit. Gosh, he was a smarmy bastard... but he could really turn it on when he wanted or needed to. He could get on with the best, and consequentially the worst, of them. Macha was probably the former of the category while Ferris Anderson was... well... he would be with whatever side voted him into a position of power. Simple enough. That's math, baby!
"Evening, Madame President. I thought you would be lost to the masses here all trying to tug on your ear enough for usage of a Reducio charm." Even as he smiled from ear to ear at Macha letting out a fake boisterous laugh for the crowd to chew on, inwardly he was calculating a Scar and Mufasa like betrayal fall for her future. That is if she didn't lose or relinquish her seat... and Ferris was running out of patience.
"Saying? Me?" He feigned ignorance, pressing his large hand to his chest in a mimic of a gasp. "Nothing at all, Madame. I was simply helping myself to some of these delicious hors d'oeuvres. They are magnificent. Truly magnificent. You really out to try." Reaching for his long, overly extravagant wand he uttered a spell with ease and a napkin carting four different light bites flew over as if they were on a magic carpet ride. There they hovered just under Macha's nose.
"Help yourself, Anderson. I really must insist." Merlin, he loathed this.
Post by MACHA O'KEEFFE on Nov 22, 2022 18:37:10 GMT
Hearing President O'Keeffe was such an odd feeling to her still and even stranger when it came out of Anderson's mouth. Maybe it was because she had met him when he was higher than her, or perhaps it was just weird to know she was the president.
Macha grasped her champagne and looked at the room in front of her. "Useful tip Anderson." She knew what he was embellishing, but not having to listen to people talk during these events like this would be bliss.
"I'm sure someone will seek me out soon enough. Until then, I will avoid it at all costs." With a tiny smirk, she knew someone would come over to speak to her. After all, Macha wasn't one to seek anyone unless needed. What was the point of mindless conversation anyway?
Macha raised her eyebrows. Anderson was...intriguing, to say the least, and he seemed more interested in events like these than she did or more like he had the charisma for this. Something that Macha had felt she lacked.
"Thank you." She said, taking one of the hors d'oeuvres that hovered in front of her. "I am sure they are good." She nodded at him, not caring about the food. Standing here felt like a waste of time when she could have been working on improving things at home. But she guessed that it was all part of the game. She felt as if no good would come out of this night.
She took a deep breath watching as people mingled and laughed. "I'm surprised you not off talking to anyone important like the Minster of Magic?" Anderson was what she would have called a talker, after all.
"You'll find that I'm chock full of useful bits and bobs." He remarked, charm forcing itself through his words that so badly wanted to bite. It made his stomach do a somersault every time he had to refer to her with the title that he yearned for so badly while she could refer to him solely by his last name. He swore he could make out the disgust as it left her tongue. Anderson. Not even Mister Anderson. Or sir. Anderson... The gall on her.
"I suppose that you're always in high demand at these little things, huh?" What he wouldn't give to be in her shoes... just a men's fit thank you very much. "Avoid?" He tisked with his tongue trying to give off an air of playfulness when really he was insulting her. "Isn't it in the job description to schmooze with the commoners? I mean, of course, the voting public..." What had Macha done to make make her way up the totem poll and make herself nice and cozy in the role of President? That was what he wanted, damnit. He deserved it. He had put in the hours, the time, the blood, the sweat, the sucking up! Life just wasn't fair. He would make it fair though. He would die trying forcing.
"Quite good." He felt the need to correct her choice in descriptive words even though there was nothing to critique. He would peck her to death like a duck if that's what it took. There were a million and one ways to take someone down after all and he was game to try each and every single one if in the end he got what he wanted. No, what he deserved.
"Ah. Not to correct you, but I did indeed already spend some time with the Minister, trading barbs and battle tales as it were. A delightful conversation really. Horribly enlightening." Ok. So he was exaggerating a great deal. Still, it would be fun to make her jealous if he could. Knock her down a few pegs and then take the height advantage for himself. "Do you have your eyes set on any possible conversationalists?" He asked, not out of intrigue but out of competitive nature. They couldn't talk to her if he spoke to them first.
Post by MACHA O'KEEFFE on Dec 5, 2022 21:22:38 GMT
Macha raised an eyebrow as she took a sip of her champagne. Anderson was quite... well, an interesting fella, and the man seemed to have a charm about him even though sometimes it felt like he could be full of himself. Sometimes she felt like the charm was put on very heavily. At times Macha wondered if it was all real or if Anderson had a mean bone in his body. No, he had never done anything wrong to think that. Macha would say Anderson was good as chief of staff and never heard a complaint about him.
"Always." Macha nodded her head. How she hated it. "Schmooze is an interesting choice of word." Macha turned to look at him, taking another sip of her drink. Something she never did was schmooze, and she felt as if it was a deceiving tactic. Macha had always been honest with the people. No sugar coating, no sucking up. She just wanted a better world for the people she represented. It was never about power. She could have cared less about it. All she cared about was how to make changes for the people or creatures that needed it.
"Oh, then to quote you, 'Quite good.' Am sure you and the U.K. Minster had a wonderful conversation." She hoped that Anderson talking to the Minister would quench their conversion appetite so they would not speak to her long when they encouraged each other.
Macha shook her head. "No, I let people seek me out. " It was true most of the time, and these conversations were to boast something Macha wasn't very fond of. She would rather speak of meaningful things, not where one was vacationing or what they owned. If she could be back home working in her office, she would leave immediately to do so. "What about you?" She asked, knowing all to well Anderson was a people person. Well, she thought. "Have an eye on a certain person?"
"Gotta keep it interesting." Ferris was all too quick to retort. He wouldn't let her turn the word into a backhanded insult like so many did. He preferred the backhanded things for his own use - like now.
"Ah. See? You're learning?" Hopefully not enough to copy me you undeserving little - another big toothy grin spread across his features. Fake it until you make it. He raised his glass in a halfhearted (or in his case no hearted) toast and took a sip. Merlin, couldn't they have anything harder than this bubbly shit? One more minute with Macha's behind and he would need it.
She would let people seek her out. Ugh! The nerve! But what came out instead was a smile accompanied by a chuckle that was all peaches and cream. "Isn't that lovely for you? Just lovely." I hate you. "We should all be so lucky." To be you, you vile woman.
"Me?" This had to be some sort of tactic. He was onto her. Mine for information and use it to pull the rug out from under them at the most embarrassing moment later on. He knew her game. At least he thought he did. He thought a lot of things. "About a dozen actually." He wasn't about to give her names. Then she would beat him to it. Game was on. "Won't bore you with the details. Wouldn't want to do that."What I want to do is make you disappear. With magic, without. Doesn't matter. Just be gone so I can get what I deserve. "Your time is much too valuable Madame President." Die.
Post by MACHA O'KEEFFE on Jan 5, 2023 22:06:14 GMT
"I guess to get people's attention, but I always liked to be true with my intentions." She shrugged, not liking the idea of schmoozing. You either wanted to help or not. Macha wasn't one to play games with people, and it was another to kiss up someone for anything.
Macha had nodded her head and lightly tapped back her glass on his. Anderson seemed like an eager man. Quite a knowledge as well. That was good to have around.
"I won't use the word lovely." she downed the rest of her champagne. After growing up with seven siblings and being poor, she didn't want to be at galas. Her job was to help others build a better world for all. Sucking up and eating fancy food did nothing in her mind. Macha was obligated to be here, and otherwise, she be back in her office.
"Oh, that's quite a lot." How the man stood around and could talk for hours boggled her mind but if it stopped them from coming to her, then let him at them. "I am sure it's not boring." She was being polite about it. "You don't have to call me that. You can call me O'Keeffe." It was still weird being called Madame President. It gave her chills. She was just O'Keeffe. A regular person likes the rest of them.
"I think that we all like to be true with our intentions. After all, if we're not true then who are we really?" Ferris chuckled obnoxiously for no reason, doing a little spin he claimed a bacon-wrapped date on a toothpick for himself wrapping his large white teeth around it. Sliding the food item off with his mouth he then proceeded to toss the now germ-ridden toothpick into someone's seltzer when they weren't looking. Not his drink, not his problem.
"Dear Madame President, whyever and however did you want this candidacy if half of it does not seem like things that you enjoy doing?" Not that he cared about the answer. Not at all in fact. "You do intend on serving more than one term do you not?" That is unless something terrible was to happen to her. Fingers crossed. It took all of his effort to disguise his disgust for casual calm - then again, he had years of practice at it. "It's all a part of it the song and the dance as it were." He gestured with his free hand proceeding to do another spin and claiming a pig in a blanket between his long digits scarfing that down before neatly tucking the used toothpick into someone's blazer as he patted them on the chest. "Howard Reginald how the heck are you? Good to see you." The man and Ferris spoke at the same time with such bravado then moved on. Ferris, still smiling, turned back to Macha. "See?" Clearly she, like everyone else, would feast upon his brilliance.
"Ah. But your title is Madame President, is it not? Why hold a title if you're not going to use it?" He did his best to keep his blood from boiling. Clearly, this rank was wasted on this common woman. Damn shame. Ferris would have to fix that promptly if the American people refused to think correctly for once. "Besides, O'Keefe doesn't really roll off the tongue does it? No. Madame President will do just fine or perhaps Madame O'Keefe, or Madame Macha if you're a fan of two Ms, or even Macha if one seems to win over your fancy." Now there was a challenge and one he intended to unlock just to say that he did. "Which one would you prefer?" He raised his brow at her silently quelling his anticipation.
