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[fire_n_freckles]

What: Pro-Wolf rally
When: 4 o’clock August 4th
Where: The Ministry
Characters Involved: Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley, OPEN TO GAME.
Rating: PG

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[cannons4life]

For once in his life, Ron Weasley was on schedule. Well, technically if one counted his birthday drinking with Harry- this would be twice. In the same week, no less! Ron was beginning to get a little arrogant about his timing these days

[mistressmedea]

Medea joined the crowds outside the ministry at 4’oclock precisely. She was dressed in white robes, a bright spot in a crowd of darker colours. Tucked under her arm was her petition to impeach Shingleton and hold new elections for the position of minister for magic. The protest was a show of anger that would speak volumes, but if she could start the petition here, word of mouth would spread. Then she could use the journals to garner even more signatures, and hopefully at the end of the day she would have an impressive list to send into the Wizengamot. She’d ensure it got where it needed to go, she still had friends at the ministry, even there, people were dissatisfied with the current regime.

Still first things first, it was only polite to find the organiser of the protest and ask their permission to address the crowd and promote the petition. She headed towards where the banners were thickest, looking for those in charge.

[n_l_auror_son]

Neville arrived, remarkably, on time for the rally. He was almost late, but he managed to catch sight of the clock in time to get ready and Apparate nearby to arrive just in time.

He looked around at the people already gathered. The crowd was already so large. Neville wasn't quite sure what to do now. He wasn't used to gatherings in the first place, let alone political protests. Still, he wanted to show his support. The Ministry was going too far. Really, it went too far when they released Bellatrix.

Maybe he'd go find Ginny and see what he could do and he started his search of the crowd for the familiar head of red hair.

[gryffndean]

Harry had said the protest was starting at 4:00, and so that's when Dean arrived. He'd told Harry that he was coming, and of course Dean would do nearly anything to support his Gryffindor classmates- but he was also here, in large part, because of Mandy Brocklehurst. Dean clearly recalled the day Professor Lupin had walked into Jackson, Bingley, and Drake, and Dean had volunteered to assist on the effort to get Mandy and Zak off of the Registry. He'd spent the night of Mandy's disappearance going between the office and Spinner's End to do anything he could to help find her, and had been present at her execution - he was not about to miss a protest against that very event.

Glancing over the already growing crowd, Dean spotted a familiar face, though it was one he hadn't seen in several years.

"Neville!" He called, trying to get his friend's attention as he worked his way through the crowd to greet him.

[arthurs_molly]

Molly had arrived on time to the rally, something she hadn't expected as she had been quite busy throughout the day. Between doing the laundry and dishes, she had been trying to draft a letter to the head of personnel at St. Mungo's inquiring about career opportunities. It was something she had been putting off for too long, and had finally resolved to establish some sort of communication before the end of this month. Also, she had been trying to persuade Arthur to come with her, but despite her insistence to show his support to Harry and their daughter, he had refused, claiming it could possibly put his job on the line. Molly hadn't seen his logic there, but had finally accepted his argument.

Now, in front of the Ministry, Molly observed the gathering crowd for a moment before she scoped out her daughter and Harry to obtain her protesting supplies.

[redheadedjokers]

Fred and George arrived at the rally, at the head of a contingent of their own employees. Abby had spent the entirety of her shift, the day before, making banners and signs that the group were now merrily waving around.

"Good evening, Mum," Fred grinned, leaning down to kiss her on the cheek. "Down with Shingleton!"

Fred gave his mother a one-armed hug, while he hoisted a sign that said "Werewolves are people too!"

"Hello, Mum!" George added, coming up on Molly's other side. "So good to see you here! Harry and our baby sister have really started something here."

[arthurs_molly]

Molly returned Fred's hug as a smile crossed her face at being scoped out by her twin sons. It had been ages since she had seen any of her children, and seeing Fred and George certainly brightened her day.

"Good evening, boys." She replied, moving to kiss George's cheek. "Of course I'm here, I couldn't very well claim to be a supportive parent if I wasn't here supporting your sister and Harry. I just wish your father would have come out as well, but he didn't want to chance putting his job on the line."

[redheadedjokers]

"Well, of course we have to support Harry and Ginny," George said, taking his turn at hugging his mother.

"Not to mention," Fred added, "this is for the benefit of one of our best employees."

"As well, as several of our friends," George continued.

"Dad's still spending too much time at the office?" Fred asked, a fleeting look of concern passing over his face. After their conversation with Percy, the twins were more than a little concerned about how hard their father was working.

Not that Mum couldn't take care of herself. The twins knew that all too well. But still... Whatever was Dad doing, over at the ministry?

[wolf_caleb]

Caleb was surprised at the number of people that had turned out for the protest. He knew most of them were there to protest the Minister in general, but it was still good. Now he just had to work up the nerve to go and join them. The main point of nervousness stemmed from the fact that he was openly wearing his collar. The top buttons of his shirt were undone, leaving the collar exposed for all to see.

Steeling himself, he walked toward the crowd and began wandering around the outskirts of the group. He couldn't stand the idea of being in the middle of all those people. Already, the scents and the noise was almost too much for his senses. He looked at his watch, then up at the sky, judging the position of the sun. Caleb had no intention of staying for too long. He wanted to be locked up in his flat long before the moon rise.

Stella's scent reached him long before he saw her, so when he finally saw her approaching from his right, he smiled. He waved hello, then shoved his hands in his pockets, waiting for her to join him.

[prof_stargazer]

Stella was feeling a bit guilty as she apparated near the Ministry's entrance. She remembered the first time she'd ever come to this door- she was 10 years old, still small for her age, holding on to her father's hand as he showed her the building where his new office was located. He didn't often work on Saturdays anymore, but Stella couldn't shake the feeling that he could walk out and see her protesting at the front door of his workplace. She knew for a fact that her brother was inside the building, but he'd been so wrapped up in his work for so long that Stella doubted he'd even notice there was a protest going on outside

[wolf_caleb]

"Bit overwhelmed," Caleb admitted, clenching his hands in his pockets so he didn't reach out for her. He felt adrift in the sea of people, and he knew if he could only hold her hand it would anchor him.

"I honestly don't know how long I'll be able to stand the sensory overload," he said, looking around him. As empowering and emotionally satisfying it was to finally be doing something other than hiding himself away, it was physically taking its toll.

[prof_stargazer]

Merlin, this was torture- being so close to Caleb, but not being able to even hold his hand. It was for their own safety, she knew, but it was still horrible.

"Well, just let me know when you leave- we're going back to your flat, right?" Stella would go with him, make sure he was alright before the moon rose. She was going to actually attempt sleeping when she got back to her flat, but had the feeling that sleep would not come very easily tonight.

"It's good that we're here, though. That you're here. I'm proud of you," she smiled, looking up at him.

[stebbinsthescot]

There was already a rather impressive amount of people by the time Stephen arrived, pre-packed sandwich and crisps in a plastic bag hanging limply from his hand. He edged his way into the crowd, watched an IMPEACH SHINGLETON badge walk by attached to someone's chest, then quickly turned to seek out familiar faces. If he was going to be there, he might as well find someone he knew.

[prof_stargazer]

As Stella glanced around at the many faces of people in the crowd, she caught a somewhat familiar eye and smiled.

"Hello Stephen," Stella greeted the Quidditch coach- he was looking much better than the last time Stella had seen him, though considering it had been the day after Mandy's execution, that was not much of a surprise. No one she knew had really been looking well during those days.

"Quite a turnout, isn't there?"

[stebbinsthescot]

"Professor," he stopped, and greeted her with a smile. "Quite a turnout, aye." He held up the plastic bag. "Here on my dinner break."

It had been quite a while since they'd seen each other, Stephen realized, and even though they didn't know each other particularly well he knew it was always better to be friendly. Besides, she'd been very kind to him the last time they'd spoken. "How've you been?"

[prof_stargazer]

Stella smiled at Stephen's 'dinner', shaking her head a bit. "Eating and demonstrating all at the same time- quite a talent!" she joked.

"How've you been?"- a simple question, really, though one that Stella hadn't answered lately. Thinking back over the last month, even with all its low points, a wide grin appeared on Stella's face.

"I've been wonderful, actually," she said, thinking of Caleb and not being able to get the grin off of her face. "It's been a good summer."

[about_abbott]

Since she hadn't had to report to WWW today, Shawn had siezed the chance to spend time with his daughter. Hannah had told him she needed to leave the house no later than 3:50. Still, the man had rented a movie for them to watch that lasted until a few minutes after 4:00.

Therefore, Hannah arrived a little later than she'd expected. The area outside the Ministry was packed. The fringe was full of on lookers who weren't really participating in the rally. Pushing her way through, Hannah finally got past the curious to those who were milling around waiting to see what to do next. Hannah too joined the milling crowd as she looked for anyone familiar. However, she couldn't locate anyone amongst the masses from her stand point so she began to make her way through the crowd.

[lioninthegarden]

Katie bumped into Hannah on accident and turned to see her, giving her a smile, "Hannah, so nice to see you here!" she said, a bit loudly to get over the crowd. She handed Hannah a button that said Impeach Shingleton and alternated with some picture of the man. She didn't feel sorry for the man whatsoever.

"Quite the crowd here, isn't there?" she asked, looking around.

The whole Harpies team was in attendance, supporting their friends and fans. Their publicists were having a field day. She had heard from Jules no less then six times, the last time was a howler demanding that she not go because it was bad for her public image. She had sent a nice little letter back telling her agent to piss off, her personal choices were just that, personal.

[about_abbott]

Hannah had pushed paused in her attempt to get through the crowd when she felt another member of the crowd. She was about to pay whoever it was no mind, when they called her by name. When she turned, Hannah saw Katie Bell standing there, hand outstreatched offering up one of the protest buttons.

"Yes there is. But how many are here for the cause?" she asked her fellow supporter as she took the button from Katie's hand and proceeded to pin it on.

Glancing around, Hannah noted that other than Katie there didn't seem to be too many people of consequence hanging around the protest. "So, are you her simply to led Harry some old Quidditch support?" She knew it was a lame question, but it was the only thing she knew of to link the two.