Session (Out of Order)

Gabrielle was sitting in the meeting room that used to be one of the biggest courtrooms in the ministry,but due to fact how many people were expected to appear she had to pick it.She rook a seat in front of the big round table that could settle 30 people freely and waited for people to start gathering like they should soon.She sent notifications to each one of them.

It wasn't somewhere she enjoyed going. The Ministry was full of corrupt workers just looking for a way to get rich quick or get to the top of the Ministry food chain. It disgusted Ziva that they couldn't work off of their own backs but she knew that they'd fail anyway. No one that leached off of others could survive in the real world. It didn't work that way. So as she walked through the hallways, weaving in between people with overly long robes and huge books in their arms, she wondered what made her decide to come to the meeting. It wasn’t anything that wouldn’t seep through the gossip chains so she’d find out later but there was some things that needed to be done. It was important for her to take any information that could be potentially valuable.

Ziva weaved through a few more people and sighed in irritation, resisting the urge to just curse them all into oblivion and continue on her way to the meeting. Ziva pulled the zip on her leather coat down and let it fall open, ignoring the blatant stares from the interns and everyone else. She rolled her eyes and continued on her way until she stopped outside the door. She let her fingers curl around the brass door handle and pulled it down, wrenching the heavy door open with one swift movement.

She walked confidently inside with her head held high and closed the door behind her. She walked out into the main room and scowled, realising it was the biggest courtroom the Ministry could possibly house. She rolled her eyes and wondered if there was any need for it before slipping into one of the seats at the table. She was across from Gabrielle Delacour but down two and wondered where she’d seen the woman before. Ziva knew it had something to do with her Auror status but she didn’t really follow the rules for obvious reasons so she had no idea whether she’d spoken to her before. Still, she was Pureblooded and wasn’t a rude Pureblood either.

“Miss. Delacour.” she said with a nod of her head.

Khaat also had gotten Gabrielle's call to a ministry meeting. She had come, feeling a bit skeptical that much of anything genuinely productive would come of it. Still, if she could be of help, she wanted to be there, and it kept her informed. She went in and noticed some of the hubbub of people that were arriving and taking seats and chattering to each other while they waited for the meeting to start. "Hello, Gabrielle," Khaat said quietly, determined to be as emotionless in any ministry function as possible. Emotions did no good here and were merely wasted energy. She took her seat, silently wishing she had brought a large cup of coffee with her, inappropriate or not.

Narcissa sighed and opened the door of the courtroom. She'd gotten the message from that Delacour woman and begrudgingly made her way up to the courtroom. She felt like a dog told to come and she did think about refusing to go all together but her anger did seem to melt away when she realised that any information would be for a personal gain. Narcissa sat down beside Khaat and smiled at her, purposely ignoring the Head of Aurors. "Do you know what this is about, Khaat?"

Dane exited his cubicle in the Aurors department and grinned. He walked passed the others cubicles. He always had people saying "Hello Dane" or 'Whats new Saget?" even the possible, "Lets hear a joke Dane!!". He said Hi, Not much.. to all the people that said Hi. As he entered the elevator a few paper airplanes left it, he thought he saw his name on one. He entered and hit the button to the courtrooms, he walked swiftly to the door where the meeting was going to be held. He entered with a big smile on his face. Hello all! he said.

Khaat looked over at Narcissa. She was glad to see her friend. It seemed like it had been a long time since she had seen her. "I have no clue," Khaat told Narcissa quietly, "but if it is as ineffective as everything else the ministry does, I won't expect it to be fair or unbiased either one, unless Gabrielle runs things very differently from Majere and Diggory."

Vincent Majere entered the courtroom where he had been called for a meeting. He looked around the courtroom, having a feeling of nostalgia. In the middle, where they usually had seats for the accused, there was a great round table with Gabrielle Delacour at the front of it. Majere walked slowly over to his seat next to her, casting an eye on the rest of the people who had arrived so far. It made him sorry to know that this was what had remained of the ministry, a bunch of idiots only working for pay from the ministry. No loyalty, no nothing. He looked at them scornfully, his eyes resting on Khaat a bit longer than the others. He however, didn't say anything. Something that surprised even himself. Sitting down, he looked at Gabrielle and asked "Whats this about Delacour?" He was of course, a bit annoyed that she was wasting his time. Being headmaster was in important job indeed, and he couldn't leave Hogwarts in hands of fools like Ronald Weasley for too long.

Tristan walked into the meeting room to see what everything was about. He had gotten the message from Ministry that his presence was needed and he was to report there once he had gotten the message. He sat down in one of the chairs and waited for more people to arrive. Tristan had no idea why a meeting was being called and was hoping it was nothing too severe.