Notice owled to all registration absentees

[yessirrightaway.livejournal.com]

As a courtesy of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, you have received a written notice for violating United Kingdom wand registry regulations.

You are hereby ordered to pay a fine of no less than 500.00 Galleons, which is to be transferred to the Office of Seizure and Compensation within fourteen days of receiving this notice. In addition, you are requested to register your wand personally at the nearest registry station by the deadline set out.

Failure to comply with the terms of this summons will result in legal proceedings, including charges of evasion and conspiracy, which may result in further penalties, arrest, or the forfeiture of your wand.

Signed,
Patricia McGruder
Office for Seizure and Compensation
Department of Magical Law Enforcement
Ministry of Magic, London

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[rathercareless.livejournal.com]

*His brother's worry cutting through his temper, Fabian falls silent. He's right - of course he's right - Crouch can arrest civilians all day long, but in the end nothing will make a bigger point than tossing the likes of them into Azkaban. It's like playing chicken with a rabid erumpent, he thinks - are they worth more to Crouch as free war heroes, or as proof of how far he's willing to go?

And it isn't right, not after all they've done, the countless times they've both been prepared to give their lives for their country. Years of ready willingness to die in the name of - what, now? And all for Crouch to turn around and do this to his own citizens?

Jaw tight, Fabian leans forward with his elbows on his knees and runs his hands into his hair, head dropped low. He's unconsciously trying to emulate Gid's reaction - ranting won't help, they don't have time for that - and makes an effort not to shout. His voice comes out tense and rough instead; he's only just barely holding onto his temper.*

...So we fight. We're in this to protect the country, and if that means protecting it from Crouch, then - then we fight.

[treefeller.livejournal.com]

*The worried lines of his face smooth out, then, into a grim smile. He doesn't respond--not verbally, anyway, but the friendly punch to Fabian's shoulder is all the agreement either of them need.

And it feels, oddly enough, like all his frustration left him with the punch--it's surmountable, now. It's only another escapade, in its own way. With the decision comes risk, yes, but they're no longer at the mercy of the system. 'Empowered' hasn't been a word Gideon would use to describe his feelings toward the Ministry for a long, long time. He lets out a long breath, one he wasn't aware of holding.*

Well, shit. We'll have to owl Moody. Reckon he has an idea or two.

And we'll have to make the most of our good names while we've got them.