Post by HIRA YU on Feb 25, 2014 21:24:13 GMT
It was all Hira could do to hide away in her office. the recent outburst of media attention to this new legislation ... it was pathetic as far as she could see. She had only passed the stupid bill to keep her image straight. She knew fine well her closest employees had certain conditions that would have been negatively portrayed and they knew alot more than she was willing to disclose about the ministry. Not much about her own life, never about her own life.
Cradling a large cup of green tea the Chinese national sat behind her wide desk in a high back winged armchair that dwarfed her and at the same time made her feel positively giant. She could see all in this ministry. Hardly anything happened without her knowing about or or signing off on a job; after that spectacle during the British Wizarding War the Wizengamot were very clear in their decision of making sure every moment of the employees dull day to day lives was documented within the walls of the Ministry of Magic. Including her own. She had to be very careful with the correspondence she wrote. Even more so with the conversation she kept inside of her office. She knew all to well the surveillance did not stop at the door. In her own way however she was thankful that hardly any of the staff knew Mandarin, or had the capacity to perform such a complex translation charm on her that they understood her native village Mandarin. She could still speak with her diplomats via floo without worrying too much. After all, she too had secrets she did not want the Ministry to find out about.
Sure she had been involved in marital affairs, sometimes even criminal affairs but it was far more dangerous for her true loyalties to come out now. Her hatred of the half breeds, muggle borns ... they would never be voiced inside those dark and unforgiving corridors. She had done many visits to the wizarding prison in her time as Minister for Magic and she did not entertain the idea of going there herself.
Still, as she blew over the rim of her cup, inhaling the scent of her calming green tea she looked over the large array of propaganda that littered her desk. She could see interviews by those who said it had made their lives better; more open, accepted. However others were of the same opinion as she, they were dangerous. Dark and could not be trusted as far as one could stun them. No, she knew times were changing. But she did not quite know how she would cope with the influx of population demanding a creature get her position ... to "Show the public we care" It was all nonsense. Those warlocks cared about the creatures as much as she did for the private lives of the secretaries littering the building. Pitiful and unimportant.
Cradling a large cup of green tea the Chinese national sat behind her wide desk in a high back winged armchair that dwarfed her and at the same time made her feel positively giant. She could see all in this ministry. Hardly anything happened without her knowing about or or signing off on a job; after that spectacle during the British Wizarding War the Wizengamot were very clear in their decision of making sure every moment of the employees dull day to day lives was documented within the walls of the Ministry of Magic. Including her own. She had to be very careful with the correspondence she wrote. Even more so with the conversation she kept inside of her office. She knew all to well the surveillance did not stop at the door. In her own way however she was thankful that hardly any of the staff knew Mandarin, or had the capacity to perform such a complex translation charm on her that they understood her native village Mandarin. She could still speak with her diplomats via floo without worrying too much. After all, she too had secrets she did not want the Ministry to find out about.
Sure she had been involved in marital affairs, sometimes even criminal affairs but it was far more dangerous for her true loyalties to come out now. Her hatred of the half breeds, muggle borns ... they would never be voiced inside those dark and unforgiving corridors. She had done many visits to the wizarding prison in her time as Minister for Magic and she did not entertain the idea of going there herself.
Still, as she blew over the rim of her cup, inhaling the scent of her calming green tea she looked over the large array of propaganda that littered her desk. She could see interviews by those who said it had made their lives better; more open, accepted. However others were of the same opinion as she, they were dangerous. Dark and could not be trusted as far as one could stun them. No, she knew times were changing. But she did not quite know how she would cope with the influx of population demanding a creature get her position ... to "Show the public we care" It was all nonsense. Those warlocks cared about the creatures as much as she did for the private lives of the secretaries littering the building. Pitiful and unimportant.
