Big comeback Ministry Edition

It was a rathe unstable state of weather outside in London downtown. Early morning on Monday not more then 6 AM. Gabrielle had stopped by her old office to pick up some papers she left when she all the sudden dissappeared in thin air. And though she did send the resigning letter, Daily Prophet was still writing about her as dissappeared from the face of the earth. No one had touched her papers probably knowing she was going to come back one day to claim them.

By the time she exited her office she had one of her usual weak moments that were still happening as a consequence of her being poisoned few months ago though she was getting better every day. Her face was paler then usual as she decided to take a minute and sit by the fountain in the atrium and take the dose of her potion hoping no one was crazy enough to wonder around the Ministry this early since that would result in her answering alot of questions. Everything they knew about her so far was that she left without a word, poisioning was kept away from the ears of everyone in Britain. She stood up to leave, but before she made one single step, she heard footsteps approaching....

Calvin had been getting a coffee from a nice place not too far off from the Ministry of Magic when he had spotted someone who he recognized. At first, Calvin hadn’t believed his eyes; after all, Gabrielle Delacour had disappeared mysteriously a while back, and so Calvin had to stop for a moment and examine the women a few feet away from himself in order to process what he was seeing.

“Gabrielle Delacour?” Calvin asked slowly and quietly at first before darting forward at an impossibly fast speed, wrapping the women in a hug that was so sudden he almost knocked both Gabrielle and himself over onto the street, which would have been rather panfull, but nothing new for Calvin; he fell over, tripped on things, caught things on fire, caught himself on fire, blew things up in the microwave, ran into things, broke almost everything he touched, and had managed to break more bones in his body than anyone else in London. The funny thing about that was, Calvin was terrified out of his wits of anything that could be even remotely dangerous, and stayed away from danger to the best of his ability- and yet, he always found some way to look like a clumsy floor wherever he went.

“Its you! I saw you from over there after I got my coffee- I was headed to work but I was feeling kinda tired so I grabbed a coffee from that awesome place over there, and its not too far from the Ministry either!- but then I saw you and I was all ‘no, its not her, she went poof a while ago’ but then I looked closer and it was you- I mean, it is you! Your back! What happened to you I could have sworn that you had died or something!” Calvin screeched, speaking at such a speed, that it was almost impossible to understand a single word he was saying- which was just another of the many things that made Calvin the geeky, and painfully oblivious, person he was.

[[OOC:I didn't quite catch if you're still hugging me so i;ll pretend you are]]

Gabrielle was about to leave without any kind of intention to come back to the British Ministry ever again. Too much bad memories were connected to this spot, too much putting her life on hold that she was lucky for still managing to keep hers. Like from the distance someone called her name. The thing she feared off became true. If she had left 2 minutes earlier no one would ever find out, she wouldn't be obligated to answer any questions.

On her even bigger surprise when the man basiclly ran over to her and hugged her. He could not see her surprised face for the time being. "Aaaaah...." was the first thing she was able to say after a moment of silence not sure did this man go crazy or he was her secret fan or something simmilar. "I don't mean to be rude, but who are you anyway? I mean people don't just come and hug me everyday." Gabrielle asked with a rissen eyebrow not really accepting or rejecting the hug.

Her attention for the second detained on man's speed talking like he was late for a train or something. "Well what happened is kind of a long story Mister what was your name again? And i hardly doubt you are in the mood to listen to it. What are you doing at work at 6 AM?" she asked wondering for herself how everything this was rather strange. They thought she died? Well that was all this about anyway.

Yawning, Cyrus wandered through London with one of his assistants hot on his heels. They were going after some Muggle-Wizard interaction today and for some reason he just wasn’t up for the job. There was only so much one man could do and he was glad for once that the Quibbler actually got him an assistant. His camera bag was slung over his shoulder and the bag was resting against his hip, he had his glasses on the bridge of his nose and he had a hat on his head with his hair tied in pigtails underneath it. For some reason he’d let some of the office workers tie his hair back and he’d ended up with pigtails that were laying on his shoulders quite happily. What was wrong with him? Actually no, that wasn’t a question he wanted to know the answer to.

Cyrus glanced over at his assistant who was sipping coffee. The young man had his notebook underneath his arm and his quill was behind his ear. Cy rolled his eyes at the man and brought his own coffee to his lips, taking the warm liquid into his mouth and swallowing. Cyrus sighed and played with the end of one of his pigtails absent-mindedly before looking up and spotting something he didn’t think he’d ever see. Hastily handing his coffee to the bumbling assistant he took his camera out of his bag. He quickly changed the lenses and held it up, zooming in and focusing it so he got a high definition picture. With a quick press of a button the shutters snapped and a picture was taken. He looked at the picture on the screen and smirked a little.

Quickly crossing the road, Cyrus snapped a few more pictures as he did so and smirked to himself. He glanced back at the assistant stumbling to keep up with him and Cy decided to make his presence known. “Good Morning Miss Delacour!” He said loudly. “How are you today? Is this a new boyfriend perhaps?” he asked, raising an elegant eyebrow at the man who seemed incredibly enthusiastic about hugging the woman. Weird boy.

[[OOC:You know she dissappeared for months lol ]]

Gabrielle was still waiting for the man's answer not sure who he was or why was he hugging her. Suddenly another ministry worker or even worse reporter approached so she was in the need to pull Calvin a few inches from herself to face the reporter. "Mrs. Delacour.." Gabrielle said with a cold voice correcting him. She was not called Miss for proximatly 15 years. "Not so good. And i am sorry but who are you now? You know i am pretty surprised people haven't forgat about me and they recognize me in the street." she asked Cyrus observing him from head to toe though that wouldn't help her to remember his name.

Calvin released the women and smiled that awkward, crooked smile of his, “My name’s Calvin Secundus Ransom, I work in the Muggle department of the Ministry. I did quite a lot of note-taking for you before you disappeared…” he spoke, each word leaping off of his tongue quickly. He stood still for a moment, simply looking at her and grinning, but in only a few moments he managed to wrap his arms around her once more and trap her in another hug.

The young man was rather obsessed with giving others hugs- but everyone who had ever had the ‘pleasure’ of meeting Calvin, knew that.

The flash of a camera startled Calvin, causing him to stumbled backwards and nearly fall into a near-by fountain, “oh-oof-what was that!? Aliens! Aliens have come to take over the planet!” he shrieked, steadying himself just in time. He looked in the direction of where the flash had come from to see that someone had taken a picture, “Hiya!” he greeted, his expression of confusion leaving his face as soon as it had come, as if he had forgotten about the camera and the photo as soon as he had noticed that he hadn’t yet said ‘hello’ to the two approaching strangers. “Are you a photographer?” Calvin asked, tilting his head to the side, “because I used to know someone who was an amazing photographer, but he quit his job to become a ministry member or something, I cant remember- My name ‘s Calvin but you can call me Cal,” the odd fellow spoke.

Perhaps having a coffee had been a bad idea; he was already a rather hyperactive person, he didn’t need to add on to that- though he didn’t notice it himself, it was very clear to those around him.

“Oh no, I worked for- work for- work with Gabrielle Delacour, I’m not her boyfriend,” Calvin corrected the other man in an innocent tone of voice.

This was quite possibly the scoop of a lifetime next to catching the Minister in a promiscuous position with his secretary. That was definitely by far one of Cy’s favourite scenarios but that was his grandmother in him, always looking for something that could tarnish the reputation of a well loved figure. Although how you could love someone who would eat you at the first chance he got was beyond Cy’s comprehension. This was why he merely antagonised the Minister and every other Ministry employee he came across. Take Mr. Calvin for example. The bumbling fool had no clue. Although, for someone so young it was to be expect. Still, he couldn’t have been that old. Maybe he was just dumb. Yes, that made so much more sense; dumb and naive. “Well, hi!” Cy mimicked, his voice taking on a mocking tone. “My name’s Cyrus but you can call me Cy.”

From beside him, the reporter heard his assistant snort and Cyrus threw the young assistant a lopsided grin. “So,” Cy continued, his camera flashing again. “Calvin, aged...” Cy looked him up and down. “I’m gonna say nineteen but hey I might be wrong. Maybe I’m just picking up on lack of masculinity.” Cy shrugged non-comittedly and listened to the quick quotes quill scratching away for a moment before continuing. “Said person worked for, works for, works with Gabrielle Delacour – the woman who disappeared – and is unfortunately not her boyfriend. How boring.” The camera flashed once more and Cy clapped his hands together. He smiled and put his camera in his bag before swiftly kicking his assistant in the shin. The young man stumbled out into the road and Cy heard a car horn blare behind him before the soft pop of Apparation, signalling that he got away in time. “What a pity.” Cy said aloud before clapping his hands together once more. “We should all have coffee.” His eyes went back to Calvin for a moment and they narrowed. “By any chance did you own a fish?”

Gabrielle didn't like so much publicity even though it was rather chasing her most of the times. After all, she did a great amount of things for the ministry in her best times before she resigned from all her positions. "Enough with hugging already Mr. Ransom. What are you? My fan, collegue i am not catching?" she finally said breaking the hug considering she was polite enough with the guy she barely knew.

"Correction you worked with me. I am no longer a ministry offical in any way." she said correcting the man that had a rather weird opinion of her. That she resigned, was something everybody knew even though she never showed her face again.

They were drawing too much attention. Gabrielle would prefer if they got off the street. "My name is Gabrielle Manier Delacour, but ofcourse you know that don't you? And coffee sounds great let's go.." she said wishing to get them out of the street because ministry workers were going to start arriving any minute now.

So she made her way to the closest pub and ordered three coffees after she sat down waiting to see where was the conversation with two strangers leading. After all they were only doing their job.

The tone which the other man, Cyrus, used, at first made Calvin believe that he was off to a great start when it came to potentially making a new friend- but then he allowed his words to sink in, and realized that the man was simply repeating what Calvin himself had said, and that the tone he had used sounded awfully patronizing- this certainly wasn’t something that Calvin was foreign to, but it had caught him by surprise when he had only greeted the man before him, and couldn’t see what exactly he had done to receive such a response. Calvin’s large brown eyes fell slowly to the sidewalk on which they were standing, both his long, unkempt brown hair and his thick, black-rimmed glasses hiding them from view as he whistled a tune under his breath in an attempt to recover from the teasing. One of the two men chuckled, and Calvin was sure that the skin of his cheeks had begun to turn a light shade of pink; the teacher’s pet had just been fooled in front of the person he was always trying to impress.

There was another flash of a camera- photographic memory of Calvin’s momentary shame- and Cyrus began to ask his questions, the sound of a quill scratching quickly along the surface of a piece of parchment filling Calvin’s ears, like a warning that he was being quoted- though Calvin had never been quite talented at determining the difference between warnings and invitations to embarrass himself and everyone around him, “I’m twenty-four, my birthday was just last month and I had a great birthday party- I got a new laptop!” He explained, almost squealing at the mention of his laptop. It seemed as if his mind had been swept clean of the event of being embarrassed as he went back to his normal way of speech, which was rapid and hardly understandable when spoken at such a pitch.

“You resigned!?” Calvin screeched abruptly, turning his head towards Gabrielle slowly, as if moving in slow-motion would add on to everything that was going on. How was it that she was just leaving the Ministry? How would she be able to wake up in the morning and restrain from visiting the place? Walking about the Ministry, getting as near to those he admired as possible, always feeling as if he were saving the world by spending his time in the Ministry- it was something that Calvin enjoyed almost as much as his extensive collection of muggle artifacts, and that was something that he would not be able to live without. “How-what-why?” the young man whimpered, his shoulders and arms drooping at his sides, as if the energy that he had previously displayed had left him the moment he had heard Gabrielle’s words, “but you were one of them…” he continued, his voice quieting even further as he went on, “one of the best- one of the people I looked up too.”

As if being hit by two bombs at one time, Cyrus spoke, bringing up a fish, which Calvin had cared dearly for, and had lost only weeks before- they were trying to beat the life out of him. They were holding his heart down, binding it with rope, and beating it with iron fists, “Pac-man?” Calvin had turned to once again face the reporter, though this time there was a significant change in his eyes; sorrow appeared to have killed off the life that usually filled his brown eyes, “My poor fish…” he croaked, as if broken, “how did you know about him, h-how did you know? Are you a friend of Reid’s? Maybe Chase knows you- no, Chase likes it when people are nice, and what you’re doing isn’t nice- it wasn’t Chase.”