Peace Rally Outside the Ministry

Emmett and his group were standing outside the Ministry, uncaring of what people walking by thought- it was not as if they were breaking the Statue of Secrecy. Emmett held his acoustic guitar, strumming it. Behind him, Davie sat cross legged, tapping his palms against some hand drums. Coby was strumming a madolin, Rachel was playing a fiddle- she was taught in classic violin, but Coby had been teacher folk- and Ivy tapped a tamborine, while holding a sign above her head that said "If War Is The Answer We're Asking The Wrong Question."

He was singing the song Blowing in the Wind and a few of his more adamant supporters sang along as they faced the Ministry. The others held signs, too. Signs like There Is No Path To Peace - Peace IS The Path and How Many Lives Per Galleon. Out in the crowd a young girl held up a sign that said No Hittin while her older sister bore one that read If You Are Not Outraged You Are Not Paying Attention. Others read, Anything War can do, Peace can do better; An Eye for an Eye Leaves the Whole World Blind, and Collateral damage means brothers and sisters.

They were getting bolder, that much was clear. Emmett just wondered if they would get any attention anyway. He wondered if anyone from the Ministry would actually confront them, and what means they would take to stop them. But for now, all he could do is stand in front of his following singing, as they began to pick up the words too and sing along.

Wally had heard about this peace, antiwar rally thing outside the Ministry and mentioned it to her sister who got her knickers all in a bunch. Apparently, this Emmett fellow was ‘sooooo dreamy, and so delicious and absolutely going to be mine one day!’ Basically, it was pretty much a given that Wally was going to be able to go. She was curious, she wanted to observe what was going on there. See if they actually achieved anything.

Her mother decided to drop them off on her way to work so she apparated the girls outside the Ministry before leaving. Immediately, her gushing sister froze up and began begging Wally to leave. Wally ignored her and plunged into the crowd. The music was actually sort of pleasant- not very loud, but not terrible. She rather liked the looks on everyone’s face. This quiet determination. It was interesting and she was not sure if she should relate to it, or laugh at it.

She saw that people were holding up signs and that not far away was a small table, full of blank signs of all sizes, shapes, and colors. She strode over and picked up too, both large rectangular ones. There were sharpies scattered everywhere and she was struck with inspiration. She wrote a slogan on each in block letters before making her way into the crowd.

She stood there and put up the first sign that read I Was Promised Donuts. She had a straight expression and she held it up for a few minutes before replacing it with the other. THIS IS A SIGN. It felt nice to be making a difference.