https://knockturnbound.net/ Sun, 19 Apr 2026 09:51:43 +0000 MyBB https://knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=1001 Sun, 19 Apr 2026 00:16:19 +0000 Harper Campbell]]> https://knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=1001 Monday, September 26th 1921
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Two ministry memos zoomed through the open door of her office, one gliding past where she sat and towards the Minister's door, wiggling itself through the tiny gap in the frame, the other landed on her desk with a smooth swerve.

From the fact alone that Merrow's hadn't aimed for her to sort through, Harper knew what it pertained to. Confidential. Personal.

The Wizengamot trial.

The first of four, dealing with the events of the Dark Tower incident that had left the country in shock. Scheduled for Friday and trying Deputy Headmaster Blackwood for first-degree manslaughter and child endangerment. Rubbish charges, quite ridiculous even. A man that had played a role in stopping a madman shouldn't be tried at all but celebrated.

Thayer and his vermin deserved their fate. People like him had no place in a community built on the superiority of magic, living in secrecy and away from the rabble that were muggles. She still couldn't wrap her head around their absurd ideas of equality and a shared world. It would be funny weren't it so disgusting.

Unfortunately, the law saw it differently, and thus she was summoned to judge over his fate alongside her colleagues of the Wizengamot. She didn't need to hear witness statements or the thick folder of evidence that just now rushed into the room, clutched within the grasp a tiny owl's claws, to know how she would vote.

Her brows pulled into a rare frown of annoyance when the owl unceremoniously dropped the folder onto her desk, leaving a couple feathers in its wake. As she picked up her wand to vanish them, a familiar silhouette appeared in the corner of her eye. "Mr. Laurence," she greeted evenly, looking up a moment later. The corner of her mouth tipped into a subtle smile. "How can I help. The Minister isn't in at the moment."]]> Monday, September 26th 1921
♔♕

Two ministry memos zoomed through the open door of her office, one gliding past where she sat and towards the Minister's door, wiggling itself through the tiny gap in the frame, the other landed on her desk with a smooth swerve.

From the fact alone that Merrow's hadn't aimed for her to sort through, Harper knew what it pertained to. Confidential. Personal.

The Wizengamot trial.

The first of four, dealing with the events of the Dark Tower incident that had left the country in shock. Scheduled for Friday and trying Deputy Headmaster Blackwood for first-degree manslaughter and child endangerment. Rubbish charges, quite ridiculous even. A man that had played a role in stopping a madman shouldn't be tried at all but celebrated.

Thayer and his vermin deserved their fate. People like him had no place in a community built on the superiority of magic, living in secrecy and away from the rabble that were muggles. She still couldn't wrap her head around their absurd ideas of equality and a shared world. It would be funny weren't it so disgusting.

Unfortunately, the law saw it differently, and thus she was summoned to judge over his fate alongside her colleagues of the Wizengamot. She didn't need to hear witness statements or the thick folder of evidence that just now rushed into the room, clutched within the grasp a tiny owl's claws, to know how she would vote.

Her brows pulled into a rare frown of annoyance when the owl unceremoniously dropped the folder onto her desk, leaving a couple feathers in its wake. As she picked up her wand to vanish them, a familiar silhouette appeared in the corner of her eye. "Mr. Laurence," she greeted evenly, looking up a moment later. The corner of her mouth tipped into a subtle smile. "How can I help. The Minister isn't in at the moment."]]>