Post by Bodi Lovegood on Aug 30, 2017 10:51:47 GMT -5
"No, no, no. You don't understand. I-"
- "No you don't understand, Mr. Lovegood. Meetings require appointments. And as you do not have any, we cannot accommodate your request."
"But we are all in danger. We are ALL in serious danger. The Minister must be made aware."
- "We've been over this."
"And the Aurors! Most definitely the Aurors. Can I speak to Mr. Kameren?"
- "Absolutely not."
"But I saw-"
- "You had a, you had a what - a dream? You cannot interrupt the Minister's impossible schedule on such an absurd notion as a dream. You look...haggard. Now, these nice men here will set you up with a nice cup of tea and you can be on your way. Get some rest, put on some fresh clothes, and contact us to set up that appointment. Okay?"
Bodi Lovegood lifted the collar of his shirt to his nose as he stared at the Reception Witch with a mixture of frustration and concern. He smelled...pine cones...definitely pine cones. And sweat. True, he did not look (or smell) his best at this precise moment and therefore took some responsibility for his current predicament, including the witch's refusal to entertain his meeting with the proper authorities. But to be fair, Bodi did wake up in a forest with the most insane vision of impending doom and he did NOT have time for a shower. Collar still in hand, Bodi turned slowly to face the semi-circle of hitwizards that had been beckoned to keep the peace of the Atrium's many guests as he fervently pleaded his case. They gave him his space, of that he was thankful, but what he couldn't stomach was that one of them had taken custody of his wand-friend, Dogwood. Lovegood could hear it whining from within one of the lawman's grasps. It put him on edge.
"I'm not a madman," Bodi pleaded to no one in particular. "I just want to talk. There's an evil out there. There's an evil...and it's coming."
- "No you don't understand, Mr. Lovegood. Meetings require appointments. And as you do not have any, we cannot accommodate your request."
"But we are all in danger. We are ALL in serious danger. The Minister must be made aware."
- "We've been over this."
"And the Aurors! Most definitely the Aurors. Can I speak to Mr. Kameren?"
- "Absolutely not."
"But I saw-"
- "You had a, you had a what - a dream? You cannot interrupt the Minister's impossible schedule on such an absurd notion as a dream. You look...haggard. Now, these nice men here will set you up with a nice cup of tea and you can be on your way. Get some rest, put on some fresh clothes, and contact us to set up that appointment. Okay?"
Bodi Lovegood lifted the collar of his shirt to his nose as he stared at the Reception Witch with a mixture of frustration and concern. He smelled...pine cones...definitely pine cones. And sweat. True, he did not look (or smell) his best at this precise moment and therefore took some responsibility for his current predicament, including the witch's refusal to entertain his meeting with the proper authorities. But to be fair, Bodi did wake up in a forest with the most insane vision of impending doom and he did NOT have time for a shower. Collar still in hand, Bodi turned slowly to face the semi-circle of hitwizards that had been beckoned to keep the peace of the Atrium's many guests as he fervently pleaded his case. They gave him his space, of that he was thankful, but what he couldn't stomach was that one of them had taken custody of his wand-friend, Dogwood. Lovegood could hear it whining from within one of the lawman's grasps. It put him on edge.
"I'm not a madman," Bodi pleaded to no one in particular. "I just want to talk. There's an evil out there. There's an evil...and it's coming."