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Flying the Coop [COOPER] Mar 26, 2013 10:56:00 GMT -8

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Post by HESTIA LISETTE JONES on Mar 26, 2013 10:56:00 GMT -8

”Fake left!” Hestia bellowed from the stands of the quidditch pitch as she watched the team down below her. Their captain was forcing them into rigorous drills around the hoops and Hestia wasn’t sure if they would ever succeed. The chasers were taking it too wide in her opinion and they were losing some of the element of surprise; if they could just bring it in a little tighter, she was sure that they would have the goal every time. Sitting up in the stands and being the watchful, however not wanted, observer had it’s perks sometimes. Tia could see everything that the other teams did; she could observe them. And she knew that the Slytherins had been training up their Keeper this year because of their week offense. Ravenclaw needed to pay attention to that or it was all going to go downhill. Sometimes, she honestly wished that she had joined the team. There was so much potential inside her bones, she just knew it.

With a loud boom of lightening and the formation of various grey and ominous looking clouds, Grayson let the whistle blow and the rest of the team trotted off the pitch, a few of them waving to the speck that was Hestia in the top row of the stadium. She leaned forward, putting her elbows on her knee as she watched her friends trickle away into the locker rooms to freshen up. It was then that she noticed that they had left one of the spare brooms out. Sighing slightly, Tia knew that if the wood sat out in the storm that was coming, it would be ruined. She began making her way down the rows, determined to rescue the poor forgotten broomstick.

Jumping over the last edge of seats and then making her way down the stairwells in the stadium, Hestia was determined to pick up the lone broom-stick that had been left there, like a child without a parent. Finally making it onto the field, she made a b-line for the center of the pitch and reached the broomstick, but then she heard another crash of thunder echo through the place and she shivered. Without even thinking, she laid down on the grassy plane of the Quidditch pitch, staring up at the clouds that were so quick to come and go. It was beautiful the way that the greying puffs seemed to encompass the entire sky that she looked at. She could see the strange flashes of lightening moving through the insides of the clouds and it captured her interest.

It was then that she heard a small sound of movement from the opposite end of the pitch - one would think that no one would have noticed such a sound with the oncoming storm, but Tia was very alert to her surroundings in that moment, especially since she was alone. Without so much as a second thought, Hestia was on her feet, crouched slightly in the position that she had been previously occupying by stretching out. Her blue eyes scanned the ground around her, looking for the source of the commotion. It could have been anyone, but she knew better than to let it go unnoticed; the last time that she had believed the best in people, she had been hexed up the stairs all the way to the Ravenclaw tower. If someone was sneaking up on her, she could only assume that they had ill-intent. Seeing no one, Tia reached over and grabbed the broom that she had originally come down to get, gripping it tightly in her hands and slowly rising to her feet. She was holding it so the bristles were pointed outwards, warding off any unwanted human beings....or other beings for that matter, ”You should come out now! I’m armed and dangerous!” Hestia yelled into the empty-ness of the pitch. She didn’t believe in using her wand when she didn’t have to - they were destructive. Instead, she normally opted for...simpler strategies of self-defense.

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Flying the Coop [COOPER] Mar 26, 2013 17:45:18 GMT -8

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The brisk wind soothed Cooper's face, warm from frustration, as he silently observed a Quidditch practice from a shadowed corner of the pitch. Normally an amiable and enthusiastic character, Mr. Bailey was currently enduring a particularly morose evening. He had received word that his nephew, Hunter, had recently been accepted into a muggle academy for gifted youngsters, a thought that should have encouraged a quite cheerful disposition. On the contrary, the notion only augmented his grief over the development of his beloved relation. Cooper yearned to, by any means necessary, gain custody of the lad and raise him properly, in the wizarding community. To add to his ever-flourishing agenda of concerns and responsibilities, Bryant Xavier was called to attend to some rather urgent business back at the Ministry. As such, Cooper was left in charge of the operation of the Hogwarts Wizarding Cup for an undetermined duration. On top of such necessary matters, Minister Bagnold had been pressing for information on the staff of the academy, eager to ascertain the abilities of it's professors. As the new Minster of Magic, Bagnold sought to strengthen her claim to the title by expressing keen interest in the education of future generations, though she had little time to investigate such matters in person. Instead, the figure head spent the vast majority of her days signing autographs and attending society functions, keeping up appearances for the sake of the community. Within the Ministry, rumors flew of the treacherous years ahead, causing a internal turmoil the likes of which had never before been seen within the magical community.

Cooper exhaled deeply, allowing his worries to be alleviated by the mindless supervision of the rigorous exercise before him. A thunderous crack erupted from the sky followed by the consistent rolling of grey clouds, obviously signaling an oncoming storm. A male student, presumably the captain of his squad, blew a shrill whistle indicating a cessation of practice for the time being. The atmosphere, though overcast with the brewing rain, actually assisted in the redemption of his typical jovial personality. Once the final player had evacuated the field, Cooper began his slow promenade towards the exit of the arena. He remained in the shadows at the edge of the pitch, having little desire to communicate with any lingering professors. As it so happened, the only soul left in the surrounding area was a petite blonde girl, currently maneuvering her way to a stray broomstick.

His feet scuffled, apparently alarming the unsuspecting student, as she instantly prepared to take up arms. Instinctively, Cooper reached towards his wand, but halted at the girls continued actions. Her face was stern and observant, defensive without any telling signs of fear. She was quite the pretty little darling, with a pert nose and a flattering pixie hair style. A low laugh escaped his lips, as he took note of the broomstick grasped in an offensive position between her tiny fingers. “...So, you're a witch, and yet you seek to defend yourself with...a broom. How exceedingly clever of you.” he chuckled, stepping out of the shadows and revealing himself to the girl. “A thousand pardons, m'lady, I had thought myself to be alone on the pitch. I'm Mr. Bailey, Adviser to the Minster...here to oversee the championship, so there's really no need for alarm. And who might you be?” Cooper inquired softly, as to not startle the girl anymore than he already had. Coop had a keen eye, and he would have remembered seeing such an attractive player out on the pitch. Curious, then, for her to be here presently, in the final hours of evening, as the moon sought to set upon the grounds. He did so enjoy a bit of innocence and mystery when it came to the opposite sex.

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Flying the Coop [COOPER] Mar 29, 2013 13:54:37 GMT -8

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Post by HESTIA LISETTE JONES on Mar 29, 2013 13:54:37 GMT -8

Tia paused for a moment when she heard the sound of someone speaking to her from across the way, ”No, I’m a girl seeking to defend myself from a creep in the shadows...-” She sucked in a breath, knowing that this was indeed one of the stupider things that she had done as of late. The blonde Ravenclaw rarely carried her wand, and today was no exception...Internally, she was cursing herself for being so stupid, ”With a broom, yes.” She finally said, tensing her shoulders as if she was preparing herself for some unknown and unforeseeable impact. The mysterious voice was, of course quite right about her chosen defense mechanism. But, seeing as there was no longer anything that she could do about it, she had to push on and at least attempt to defend herself.

Hestia’s eyes scanned the grassy around her, looking for the culprit...or at least, she had been looking until her eyes locked on a lone figure that was walking across the pitch...coming straight toward her. It was as if he had come out of no where, suddenly appearing on the pitch and walking in her direction. Her already tense shoulders seemed to lock up even more as she thought about the prospect of actually having to use the broom stick to defend herself. Narrowing her eyes, Tia tried to put on her most menacing face, even though she was shaking on the inside. In what seemed to be a face-off, Hestia thought she heard him laugh; at least, that’s what it sounded like to her over the rumble in the sky. Instinctively, her hands tightened around the broom that was in her hands, attempting not to freak out any more than she already was. For one, she didn’t recognize the man that had come into view. He was tall, well-built, but strikingly too old to be a student, even though his face seemed jovial and youthful.

His introduction took Hestia by surprise, but it wasn’t all unwelcome. She immediately felt some relief spread through her muscles and she dropped the tip broomstick on the ground, keeping her hands on the end, just in case she needed to use it. ’Adviser to the Minister?’ She thought, eying the man. he seemed a little young to be in such a position of high standing, ”Well...Mr. Bailey,” Hestia said, huffing slightly as she stared at the man, ”I hardly think it’s appropriate to sneak up on innocent girls trying to preform a forgotten service for the Ravenclaw Quidditch team, hmm?” The wind whipped around her and caused some of her blonde hair to fall into her eyes, ”Tia-” She answered as she reached up and began trying to tame the mess that her hair had suddenly created for itself, ”Jones. Ravenclaw student, semi-genius, woman’s rights activist, and amateur painter.” She half-chided. Her mind kept trying to add ‘Possible Seer’ to her list of attributes, but she refused to let it slip out of her lips. She hated when the visions happened.

”Why are you on the pitch?” She asked, not bothering with any of the plesantries that one would have offered an Advisor to the Minister. Hestia wasn’t a normal girl and didn’t follow the social norms; that was what made her...her.

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Flying the Coop [COOPER] Mar 30, 2013 10:26:32 GMT -8

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Cooper couldn't have stopped the grin from encompassing his expression, even if he had sought to contain it. The situation was humorous, to say the very least, and it assisted in diminishing the remaining scattered fragments of the somber mood he had been dwelling within. “Yes, I had quite ascertained that you were a female, thank you,as my vision is not impaired. But the current situation begs a rather obvious question...shouldn't you be arming yourself with a wand, in lieu of a broomstick?” he questioned, raising an eyebrow in a show of cheerful perplexity. He tucked his hands securely into the pockets of his trousers, pushing back his business jacket sightly to reveal a crisp white button down and classic black suspenders. “Regardless of the...effectiveness of your defensive tactics, I would request you lower your...weapon. I'm rather against physical altercations with students, as it so happens. There must be some professional boundary which must not be trespassed, to be sure.” he requested, absentmindedly pondering the consequences of such outrageous events. Slander amongst the Daily Prophet and Ministry officials would be inevitable, and undoubtedly the loss of his prestigious position. Perhaps even an impending law suit with Hogwarts academy, or with this students parents. Of course, such occurrences would never transpire, and thus Coop refrained from contemplating the matter further. It was, after all, a frivolous squandering of precious moments, to delegate philosophically on that which has never, and will never, exist.

Mr. Bailey was relieved to observe her relaxed grip on the make-shift offensive apparatus within her grasp, though he tended to remain nonchalant in most all situations anyway. “I do apologize for startling you, Tia, it was not my intent to do so. How very generous of you to donate your services to the Ravenclaw Quidditch team.” he commented, wearily eying the rapidly darkening sky above the duo. Another thunderous crack erupted from the clouds, in mere moments they would unfurl to release a cascade of rain. “Well now, that's quite the introduction. An artist and an intellectual? A Curious combination, how very intriguingly whimsical of you. I'm an alumni of Ravenclaw, myself.” he observed, eyes haphazardly surveying her figure once more. Her lithe frame paired with gorgeous champagne colored hair and pale ivory skin gave her an ethereal, almost angelic appearance. Such thoughts bordered on inappropriate, yet he had never been a stickler when it came to the proper limits of certain...permissions.

Cooper was slightly taken aback by her incredibly forward question. Thoughtfully, he attempted to recall exactly how he had found himself monitoring the practice. When a fowl mood had taken hold on his mentality, he had obviously subconsciously wandered to the location that might bring his solemn state to absolution. “Well, I suppose I yearned for a bit of a pleasant distraction from the tedious details of my current undertakings.” he justified in earnest. Coop quite enjoyed her blatant inquiry, it was a relief from the more common dialogues. Everyone, it seemed, had some form of ulterior motive these days. Now, Mr. Bailey was no exception to that particular clique, but perhaps this Tia might have a few refreshingly honest qualities. “Well, now that I've stated my intentions on the pitch, might I ask why you are presently occupying the pitch? After all, you didn't list Quidditch enthusiast on the brief resume you established.” he questioned, keeping one keen on eye on the treacherous looking atmosphere.

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Flying the Coop [COOPER] Apr 1, 2013 8:58:36 GMT -8

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Post by HESTIA LISETTE JONES on Apr 1, 2013 8:58:36 GMT -8

‘What a smug bastard!’ Tia thought as she leaned on the handle of the broomstick, watching the man run his mouth in her general direction. He was grinning as if he was on top of the world, when in reality, Hestia thought that he was just being rude. After all, wasn’t it her choice how she chose to defend herself? Witch or not, she could have knocked him on the side of the head and made a break for it and it would have been just as effective as a knock-back jinx, ”Because wands are destructive and too often used for the wrong reasons. It’s a personal choice,” Hestia answered as she raised both of her eyebrows at him, anxious to see how he would take her pacifist stand. Tia believed, deep down, that if people stopped using their wands against each other and began to see each other as human beings instead of varying blooded-wizards, then the world would be a better place. She simply rolled her eyes at his statement of a black-and-white professional boundary. For some reason, she got the feeling that nothing about this Mr. Bailey was black and white.

She felt her mouth fall open in slight surprise, ”I was not startled!” She countered, and shook her head, not wanting to appear weak, even if it was in front of some jerk from the ministry. At his next string of half-insults, Tia pressed her lips together into a thin line, sure that he was making fun of her, ”Potentially more whimsical that your personality profile.” She scoffed, her voice barely audible. Raising both of her eyebrows, she was tempted to take a step forward, but decided against it, opting to continue leaning on the broom that was at her side, smiling slightly. If he was going to make assumptions about her ‘whimsical’ state of mind, then she had the right to the same, ”Let’s see Mr. Bailey, you say you’re a Ravenclaw which means you have to at least have some wit about you - although, I’ve yet to see it displayed. My guess is you resent your boss - Miss Bagnold - and would rather see yourself at the head of the Ministry. Classic misogyny.” The girl breathed and then looked down at her ballet flats, grinning to herself. That would show him.

Hestia paused, the man was right; she didn’t technically count herself as a Quidditch enthusiast. Her sister, Gwenog had long out-shown her in that department. But that didn’t mean that she was immune from the intoxication of the sport. She loved watching people play; they were full of such grace and beauty as they passed the quaffle back and forth across these hallowed grounds. Half way through her mental tangent, Hestia realized that she was staring at Mr. Bailey with the strangest of expressions. Immediately, she corrected her face into a half-smile, ”Quidditch enthusiast or not, I have friends on the team, thank you very much.” She said, kicking the bottom of the broomstick upwards and attempting to catch it in her hand, however, a shock of thunder rattled at that moment, and she lost her concentration, the broom once again falling to the ground and leaving her defenseless, ”And I like to watch them practice.” She muttered, folding her arms across her chest, ”Do you play? Or were you just going to hover by the outskirts of the grass and watch the students handle the difficult sport?” She narrowed her eyes just as a rain drop fell and hit her square in her face. Instinctively, she wiggled her nose, attempting to get it off without sacrificing the stance that she had just fell into by folding her arms.

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Flying the Coop [COOPER] Apr 5, 2013 8:45:03 GMT -8

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'Ahh, so she's one of those witches.' During Cooper's childhood, his parents traveled more often than not- always allowing he and his younger brother, Callum, to gallivant across the globe with them. Several times whilst on retreat in various locations throughout the America's, and even once or twice in the United Kingdom, the bailey family encountered assembly's of protestors. The radicals were demonstrating against the improper and unjust use of the wand, and implored the wizarding community to leave the barbaric habit Behind. Hippies, his Mother and Father had referred to them as, whispering to their beloved sons to stay close. Val and Lynessa had shown no outward disrespect towards the practice, but they had a more practical mindset. 'A wand is an extension of oneself, and can only be as malicious as it's wielder wills it to be.' his mother, an adamant humanitarian, had explained. "You're not incorrect, of course. However, that which annihilates can also forge anew, Tia. Such responsibility is a weight that we, as magical beings, must bare. If there were no destruction, their would ultimately be no creation, either." he contemplated out loud. Coop allowed his eyes to once more wander towards the tumultuous skies, clearing his mind of such philosophical conversations. He had, after all, meander to the pitch in an attempt to alleviate his stresses, not augment them. It was of no fault of his own that he found this particular student so very intriguing, though.

His vibrant sapphire eyes immediately glossed over with amusement at her defensive statement. "Oh? Pardon me- the display of taking up a weapon led me to believe otherwise. My sincerest apologies, Tia." Cooper offered, chuckling only the slightest bit as he bowed curtly towards the blonde. His smile never depleted as the Ravenclaw girl continued her justifications, she was feisty and he quite enjoyed her personality thus far. "Well now, whimsical can be pleasant, yet sensible can be just as engaging. I'd prefer to think I have an amicable combination of both characteristics, though I'm certain you will come to your own conclusions." he replied politely, ascertaining that she seemed quite independent and as such would develop her own opinions in regards to Mr.. Bailey, and hastily at that. He frowned a bit, though not in an angry or frustrated way, it was more for presentation than a show of emotion. He retaliated swiftly, a note of sarcasm in his voice, "Well, as you've already mentioned your impressive IQ level, you must be correct! I suppose any dimwit could maintain my position within the ministry, perhaps even a trained baboon. Bravo, a decent attempt at deciphering both my wit and ambition, but alas, you're quite erroneous. I'm perfectly content with my position, and have the utmost respect for Minster Bagnold- regardless of the fact that she is a slave driver. Besides, I prefer the underbelly of the Ministry- Minister of Magic is really such a showboat career."

One by one, microscopic droplets of rain began to plummet from the nebulous clouds above. Normally, Cooper would have either dodge under the canopy's of the pitch, or produced a charm, in order to avoid soaking his suit. Today, however, he was much to preoccupied with his current company to pay any mind to his dry cleaning bill. Perhaps, if it began to pour, he would inquire as to if they should continue their conversation beneath the protection of the stadium. "A bit of a spirited, spunky individual, now aren't you?" he questioned rhetorically, raising his eyebrow in delight. He observed intently as she dropped the broom at the once again clamorous sound of thunder. "Up." he commanded sternly, holding his hand directly above the device. It flew swiftly into his hand, where he savored the smooth finish of the mahogany, before offering it back to Tia. The way she wiggled her nose in an attempt to jostle the cascading water amused Cooper, it was a rather adorable quirk. "I do enjoy to play recreational on occasion, though my schedule hasn't allowed it as of late. I prefer to watch- and, of course, bet on the victor. And you? Can Quidditch Pro Extraordinaire be added to your extensive list of talents?" he questioned, feeling more relaxed than he had in weeks.

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Flying the Coop [COOPER] Apr 15, 2013 12:56:57 GMT -8

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Post by HESTIA LISETTE JONES on Apr 15, 2013 12:56:57 GMT -8

Tia had - of course - expected him to argue with her. She could practically see the gears turning in his head as he worked through his though process and then began his apparent lecture on the proper uses of magic and how without such things, there couldn’t be good in the world. Immediately she pursed her lips, but she didn’t interrupt. At least not yet. Upon the end of his final sentence, she jumped back in to the conversation, ”Don’t you think there should be stricter guidelines as to magical usage?” She said rather firmly as she dug the balls of her feet into the ground, as if she was preparing herself for an actual fight. She watched as he began to look up at the sky and she wondered briefly what he actually thought about the subject. Far too often, people just accepted what the Ministry deemed as truth and let everything else fall by the way-side, including their own personal opinions. Tia promised herself that she would never be like those people, ”It’s a responsibility, sure. But there has to be some sort of control or else everyone is just going to raise a wand to solve all their petty issues.” And that was when she began thinking. Perhaps the Ministry was exactly where she needed to be. She hadn’t considered her career much, but...if she could make a difference, perhaps right under Minister Bagnold was where she should be doing it.

He was most certainly laughing at her at this point and Tia could feel her ivory skin beginning to prickle with pink as she blushed. This man - although he probably normally charmed the ladies - seemed to be striking all the chords that Tia’s brain identified as dissonant, ”I hardly think sensible is engaging. Let me guess again-” She paused, sizing Mr. Bailey up with her eyes, ”You take your coffee black every morning at exactly the same time.” She breathed, attempting to illuminate how very practical and boring this man indeed was. A showboat career?! For a moment Hestia felt her previous assertion of her career ideals flaking off like a crumbling pastry. She didn’t want to be on the showboat...she wanted to change the world. ”Perhaps we’re both not as we seem, Mr. Bailey,” The young blonde returned and raised her chin slightly at the man that stood in front of her. She wasn’t going to go back and change what she already thought of him and she was sure that he had already made his assertions as well about her personality. They were a curious pair: clashing in every way imaginable and yet, she found that she couldn’t walk away. She wanted to push more of his buttons and prove to him that she wasn’t just some stuck-up school girl with preconceived notions about the world.

”So I’ve been told,” Hestia answered, although she assumed that Mr. Bailey really had no intention for her to answer him. He seemed bemused by her which quite frankly rendered her infuriated by him. She wasn’t there for his amusement. She had serious ideas that she wanted to share with the world. Wincing slightly at the sound of thunder that surrounded them, she almost backed out and ducked for cover under the outskirts of the pitch. But she wouldn’t be the first to run...no, she was going to wait it out. Surely the manicured Ministry man would bow out before she would. Tia watched the broom to meet his obviously expert hand and then let her eyes linger on the handle before snapping out of it and raising her eyes to meet his. She didn’t take the broom when he offered it, instead, letting it hover beneath his hand as she contemplated her next move, ”Prove it.” She breathed, raising both of her eyebrows in his general direction. She wanted to know if he was as good as he seemed to think he was, or if this was all a bluff, ”Recreational or not, surely you know how to fly?” She raised both of her eyebrows right back at him, the blonde getting more and more confident as time passed, ”Or are you too scared, Mr. B?” Tia made sure to emphasize the lack of knowledge of his first name in this situation. She then put her hand on the broom, a few inches from his, continuing to wait for his acceptance of her challenge.

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Flying the Coop [COOPER] Apr 17, 2013 4:52:19 GMT -8

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He contemplated both her etiquette and her general position on the delicate subject, mulling it over for a moment or too. Regardless of his personal opinion on the matter, it was necessary to remain constantly neutral and never discriminate against the Ministry, it would be blasphemous for a person in his position to act otherwise. He came to both an eloquent and concise solution, "No. I think that the parents of both present and future generations should stress morality and humanity in youth, through example, of course. Is it not true that if there were no bad individuals, there would be no negative or harmful magic utilized on a regular basis? Besides, the Department of Magical Law Enforcement has quite a massive workload on their plate for the time being. I should think they're doing everything in their power to protect and defend."he negotiated thoughtfully. The bitter realization was settling into the Ministry that treacherous times were indeed ahead for the entirety of the wizarding community. Nebulous rumors of one who called himself 'The Dark Lord' spread like rapid fire, laced with implications that he would soon procure and army of pureblood elitists. In earnest, Cooper found the art of forbidden magic to be a useful tool, though he only practiced the form when it came to one single circumstance: the retrieval of his beloved nephew, Hunter. Nevertheless, this Tia had a valid point, and an aura of both integrity, and unyielding determination. "Pardon me If I'm overstepping any boundaries, but have you ever considered a career in politics? You have all the necessary and desirable attributes, and with a bit of polishing, you would prosper in a such a career."

Once more, he was unable to contain his laughter at the girls judgmental opinion on him, but if Cooper were being honest, it was sort of adorable. As was the fact that her skin was blushing the most delicate shade of rose at the moment. He leaned in a bit closer, listening attentively to her most recent assumption on the character of himself. "Oh dear, well, I suppose you're right on that account- I do indeed take my coffee black from time to time. However, It typically contains a healthy does of whiskey, so I'd say I take my coffee Irish. If I'm feeling extraordinarily adventurous upon waking, I'll even add a touch of sugar- but no cream, far to outrageous for the likes of me, you know." He briefly detailed with a hint of sarcasm, offering Tia an almost inperceptible wink in the process. He had the inkling suspicious that while most may have missed the miniscule gesture, the rather observant student before him would take notice. He nodded his head in agreement at Tia's ascertation, " I had found myself coming to that exact conclusion." An anxious itching was developing beneath the layers of his skin, a yearning to know the more intricate details of the this new acquaintance.

Prove it. Her voice, her attempt to influence his decision reverberated through the undulating waves of his mentality, sparking an initial dose of adrenaline to course through his veins. The proper action to take for a man in his position would be to walk away, such trivial frivolities were unbecoming and inappropriate for a man in his position. Taking on a challenge proposed by a mere student? How incredulous. Yet, Cooper could not resist such temptation- he took pleasure in the simple activities of existence, including flying. He pulled his wand from the inner breast pocket of his coat, whispering swiftly "Accio, Nimbus." Sliding the device back into the security of his jacket, he turned his attention back to the Tia as he waited patiently. "Scared? Hardly, darling." he began, absently holding out his hand to retrieve the broom that fell delicately into his clutches. He savored the smooth wood between his fingers, a buzzing of excitement vibrating within his fingertips. He continued, "It's the Nimbus 1977, next years model. I won't go into the details, every wizard with a lick of wit comprehends that a broom is only as efficient as it's wielder, much like a wand." he insisted, quickly mounting and pushing himself several feet into the air. "Please, call me Cooper. Or better yet, Coop." he called to her, the hint of a genuine smile playing at his lips.

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Flying the Coop [COOPER] Apr 20, 2013 18:38:20 GMT -8

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Post by HESTIA LISETTE JONES on Apr 20, 2013 18:38:20 GMT -8

He was right of course, Tia knew that it was true. If parents brought their children up correctly, then the ”You can’t kill an idea, Mr. Bailey. Even if individual parents try to bring their children up right, they will undoubtedly be subject to the idea of magic for malice.” She knew that he couldn’t take sides, he was a Ministry Official for Merlin’s sake. But she couldn’t help but feel slightly frustrated that he didn’t see the need for regulations such as these. Reaching up, she placed a strand of her blonde hair that was just long enough behind her ear, before wiping another raindrop away from her forehead, ”Well I haven’t really thought about what I’m going to do after schooling. My parents don’t really like the idea of me being a full-time activist. They’d rather me go out and get a job that fits a-” And then it dawned on her exactly what he had just said, ”Polishing?” She asked, folding her arms across her chest and glaring at Mr. Bailey with all the frustration that she could manage on her innocent-looking face, ”I don’t think that polishing would do me any good.” She knew that she was being petty and verging on the edge of angry teenager, but she just couldn't help herself. If she was polished she was almost certain that she would end up just like Mr. Bailey here! And she most certainly had no intention of becoming a prim and proper, cookie-cutter ASSistant to the minister.

Tia felt her mouth fall slightly open with the distinctive wink that Mr. Bailey had just given her. Was she imagining the whole thing? Or had he actually winked at her? Almost immediately, she felt her body tense in response, the blush returning to her cheeks, ”Oh, Irish is it? I wouldn’t have pegged you for an alcoholic.” She mused quietly and then raised her blue eyes to meet his, not concerned in the slightest that she may have overstepped some sort of unseen professional boundary between the pair of them. If he didn’t like dealing with her, then he had ever right to walk away. For some reason, however, he was still standing here, laughing at her ‘jokes’ and musings as if they were old acquaintances, ”Let it be duly noted: I don’t like coffee at all, before you go off making your own assumptions about that too.”

She barely even noticed that he pulled out his wand - finding herself too focused in trying to fully understand what his facial expressions could possibly mean - but the simple voice of an incantation and Hestia raised both of her eyebrows in interest. She certainly hadn’t been expected him to accept her little invitation. Most adults would have laughed at her by now, left, and then went off to the pub to giggle about the silly revolutionary girl that they had just met. Cooper. The name settled in the back of her brain causing a sudden, and very interesting physical reaction from the petite blonde. A strange tingling sensation flew to her stomach and for a moment, she let it show in the widening of her eyes. ‘It’s a name for Merlin’s sake, Tia!’ She scolded herself and managed to gain control again. She reached down and cuffed her jeans a couple of times, before throwing her foot over the broom and then kicking off the ground, allowing her ballet-flat clad feet to swing back and forth for a moment. She loved the feeling of being in the air. A crash of thunder reverberated from the sky and Tia winced slightly. She wasn’t going to let some old Ministry official beat her at her own challenge, ”Alright, Coop. What’s it to be? A race around the pitch?” She raised both of her eyebrows, ”Although, I’m not sure that you’ll be able to keep up!”

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Flying the Coop [COOPER] Apr 24, 2013 4:14:07 GMT -8

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Cooper's signature charming smirk encompassed his expression, a twinkle of jovial amusement temporarily clouding his vision. This Tia displayed many controversial characteristics, including keen determination, righteousness, and a natural stubborn pride. He found himself rather enjoying the zestful optimism and spirited attitude of the youthful individual currently within his company. "The idea of such nebulous magics and there physical practice are too entirely unique concepts. The wizarding community will never be free of corruption, until we can comprehend such malicious tactics, and willingly choose to not implement the forbidden methods. The strict regulation of wand use would only augment the situation, I fear, as there are a plethora of magical beings that would be quite distraught with such control. Perhaps even considering the very idea unconstitutional." he offered thoughtfully, pondering the society's reaction to such laws. Presumably, there would be riots- undoubtedly rowdy and violent protests of indignation. Not to mention the increase in predatory threat on the lives of Minister Bagnold and the entirety of her staff within the Ministry, inevitable madness would ensue. Frustration was depicted across the visage of his new acquaintance, a notion that did not cease his entertainment in the conversation in the slightest. "Oh come now, I meant no offense. It's politics, even the pope himself needs a bit of polishing to maintain appearances and respect. Don't consider it 'polishing' as much as...developing a reputation through the utilization of a mentor, of sorts. Any career you pursue will require such training." he briefly detailed, remembering when Bagnold had taken him under her wing during her swift ascent up the government ladder.

Cooper's laugh reverberated throughout the pitch for several moments at her bold assumptions on his character. "Now, now, Alcoholics hide their addictions, and drunks fumble about openly- I myself am neither. I prefer to consider myself a social and amiable drinker, with a refined and classic palate." he justified in a suave manner, though a genuine smile rested easily upon his lip. Truth be told, Coop was rather fond of the devil's nectar- though he hardly abused the commodity. Liqueur was undeniably a useful tactic in winding down at the end of a rigorous and demanding day at the Ministry, and it often augmented the atmosphere of a rendezvous. Mr. Bailey was known for being a shark during both business endeavors and political negotiations, and often found supplying a healthy amount of spirits balanced the odds in his favor. "An acquired taste, to be sure. Do you take preference to Tea? I've noticed the beverage is far more popular in this region, where as Coffee is the dominating form of caffeine consumption to the west, and stateside." he inquired, still attempting to sort her personality and classify her character. It was proving to be a difficult task, to say the least, as the further they delved into dialogue, the more unexpected layers of her mentality were reveal. Cooper did so enjoy a good mystery, an attribute undoubtedly acquired from his flat mate, the prestigious and investigative Auror, Alastor Moody.

Several miniscule droplets of rain began accumulating on the cusp of his collar, rolling down the sleeve of his jacket and cascading onto his hand. The chill caused a rippling sensation to wrack his body momentarily, though it was neither an unpleasant nor unwelcome feeling. In fact, it was rather liberating, in a sense. It was so rare of an occasion, to be able to joy the simplistic beauty of a thunderstorm, or the frivolous competition of flying. As he levitated, he observed Tia mounting the forgotten broom and joining him up in the atmosphere. He couldn't help but smile- not his usual smirk or a charming gesture, but an actual display of happiness and...infatuation?. That certainly was crossing the boundary of appropriateness, but Cooper couldn't deny that he was utterly fascinated by the female before him. Every single detail about her that he had uncovered thus far only sought to create further interest- and he craved to understand more of her liberal nature. "A lap around the pitch would be perfect, I do believe, for a brief estimation of our flying skills." he concurred, the hint of a challenge easily seen within his eyes. "Tia, I'm insulted. You should never underestimate your opponent. On your count then, if you please." he insisted. He clutched the smooth mahogany between his fingers, savoring the adrenaline that slowly began to course through his veins. In earnest, he cared little about winning this competition, he simply adored the thrill of the chase. There was also a tiny voice in his brain urging him to stay, to spend more time with the intriguing individual he had so recently become acquainted with.