Frank Longbottom

FRANK LONGBOTTOM spends many years teaching Defence at Hogwarts. He's known for his steady patience, occasional bursts of inventive swearing in staff meetings, and his sense of fair play. He sits with Poppy Pomfrey and Laura McGivern during meals. Kevin and Evelyn's Hogwarts years are the highlight of Frank's time there, and it does his heart good to see and teach so many of the children from Moddey. Until his retirement, he spends his holidays, weekends, and Wednesday evenings with his wife at Moddey Dhoo, which has been converted into an elementary school for children with magical abilities. His sobriety is a continual battle, and he often slips into melancholy, but keeping busy helps, and he's able to extend a helping hand to Sue when she needs it, with whom he stays quite close. He has a standing Thursday tea date with Tonks that he keeps religiously. He and Alice keep close tabs on the families from Moddey Dhoo, and are always glad for a visit from fellow Order members over the years, but otherwise keep fairly quiet and don't tend to be seen in the public eye. He does his best to be a supportive spouse to Alice, and a good father to his remaining children. Evelyn and Terry's distance hits him quite hard, and he worries about Terry often before he settles (and after he settles, as well). He dotes on his two grandchildren.

it's a mop-up operation here.

got a whole host of people who surrendered their wands, a few idiots who are trying to make a run for it, and the rest killed or captured. bringing everyone in for processing and securing, and are sending out a team to track down the idiots.

do we need to re-direct forces to New London?

here they come

keep your wands up, and keep your calm.

see you lot on the other side.

after some false starts we managed to settle a few things.

the diplomatic team has formally established a working relationship with the government of Ireland. they formally recognise the government of Albion, we worked out a preliminary trade deal, and are in the process of negotiating terms for an assistance loan and aid package.

the notice me not caused more than one hold-up. got to where we were sounding like bloody broken records whenever we talked to the UN. ended up creating a series of classified documents using multiple methods of verification that'll help explain things once the field around Great Britain drop. made a tonne of recordings of the process, too. (they've got really nift movie cameras these days. very compact.) should prevent another attempt by the Americans to come in guns first. here's hoping, at least. tried to cover everyone's respective arses to make sure it didn't come off as coerced or falsified after the fact, and account for the fact that everyone involved will probably be well spooked to see movies of themselves talking to us that they won't remember anything about.

ICW remains conspicuously absent. they're either working furiously behind scenes, or wishing the entire thing would blow over and they didn't have to bother. they don't have much choice in the matter regardless.

two of the team are staying put in Ireland for the time being, setting up in the old British Embassy. will keep in regular contact. rest of us are making our way back tomorrow.

checking in.

team is here.

progress slow, but steady. notice-me-not damn frustrating when working with muggles from UN, but the people from ireland aren't impacted by it. not yet, at least.

wand still confiscated. temperature decidedly less frosty, however. expect they managed to track down a few people to corroborate Order activities in Ireland.

apologies for brevity, we've been orienting the diplomatic team, and are well knackered, but otherwise fine.

checking in.

managed to track down bridget delaney. she’s not happy we’re here, but she can be trusted. she’s giving us a secure place to kip. not particularly happy about that either, but she owed Moody a favour or ten so we're taking advantage.

there's been a shift on the ground. no more active resistance from locals, massive numbers of muggle red cross, americans replaced with United Nations, NATO, etc. but none of them appear to be itching for a fight.

news is difficult to come by. there's a whole lot of rumours, a local wireless station is trying to stay on top of things, and there are notices being posted announcing ‘PEACEKEEPING MISSION: DISASTER RELIEF’, providing directions for accessing food/water/necessities, etc.

bridget said they managed to overthrow the protectorate wizards a few weeks after Crouch left with his haul, and it became clear that backup wasn't arriving. it was a group effort – a core group of irish wizards and IMA in a suicidal attack on the city centre, but a large mob of citizens joined in and made it a rout. a handful of protectorate officials managed to run to ground, and the surviving IMA took over Dublin. apparently, Singh, the Protectorate enforcer in charge, has kept sending out reports as if everything is peachy, sending them from some fideliused bunker he and his friends managed to hole themselves up in. local sentiment towards wizards are decidedly mixed – depends on the county you’re in, who’s related to who, all that. there are a few wizards around Dublin, they’re mostly working with IMA, helping with security. bridget got right hacked off we were able to sneak in.

I’m thinking by now, the statute’s shot to shit, and if the UN is here, the ICW should be too, and so should our people. spread this thing wide open and get to tell our side of things before it gets too far ahead of us. long as we tread carefully. otherwise we’re going to get the same warm welcome the americans got.

landed.

just stepped out of saltash and got the news.

you need us to come in?

the staff I met with were easy enough to sort through. several volunteered to take verisatum before it was offered.

the chef, Pahashmi, wasn’t cooperative, didn’t seem terribly fussed at what was going on at the preserve, but wasn’t directly involved in that side of the business either. the inn manager was one of Maebh’s cousins, a Kathleen Hedigan. seemed a little more involved in the business.

the rest of them were half or three quarter bloods who couldn’t get work elsewhere, and either were terrified of Maebh, hated her, or both. recommended they apply to work with us. more opportunity for advancement. they seemed to take to the idea. in terms of immediate need, both the kitchen workers are capable of potions-grade work, and two of the maintenance crew have had construction experience. told the four of them if they wanted a job they were hired and could show up for work today, told the rest to send an owl to Bill so we could see where they’d suit.

O'Niall, Maebh's assistant, was a piece of work, immediately offered to present evidence against Maebh in exchange for leniency.

the groom who was there for a bachelor party had no idea what his friends set up, had never been to snowdonia before, no previous history of sexual assault. scared the shite out of him, told him to rethink his friendships, and sent him home. one of his two friends had been there before for a similar sort of ‘party’, both knew what they were paying for.

released everyone but O'Niall, Hedigan, Pahashmi, and two of the bachelor party last night. not sure if the chef needs to be kept around. didn't strike me as presenting much risk. same with the idiots from the bachelor party. Hedigan's low risk, but is in a grey area in terms of culpability. suggestions?

Luke's been interviewing the muggles we brought with from the preserve. he passed along that he's been taking statements and collecting names and camp locations of their relatives, and that he had to spend some time reassuring them that the camps were independent and that we'd be taking them back today if that's where they wanted to go. some were not having it when he asked if we might track them down later to stand witness, but a few seemed pretty damn eager. he made sure to note which ones were up for it, figured we could give them buttons before they go. if it's all right with you, my team'll be taking them back to the camps today once poppy gives them a stamp of approval. here's hoping their families haven't gone too far afield yet.

how's it been going with the rest?

cross and fracas are taken care of. An enforcer on fracas's team was with him having a firewhiskey. no id on him, but he was wearing the uniform and tried to put up a fight, so I put him down. male, twenties, blond hair, brown eyes, scar on upper lip.

rasp wasn't home, hasn't been there in a while from the dust and lax security charms. made sure not to leave any calling cards all the same.