2:30PM
Outfit


Liadan had sent an owl to Mr. Rosier earlier in the week- requesting that he spare some time. For once, she was not headed to the head of the law enforcement to complain about his aurors. No- this was an entirely different task indeed. While planning her New Year's Eve gala, Liadan had come up with quite a brilliant idea. She would, however, need the cooperation of the Ministry to make it happen as she had imagined.

Her morning was like every other Thursday morning. She first stopped by Gringotts to do her deposits. She met with a couple of clients. Then Liadan had a late lunch at Calaveras- alone this time. After eating she made her way to the Ministry of Magic.

The lift emptied her out onto Level Two, and Liadan made her way directly to Cameron Rosier's office. She did not want to get sideswiped by any aurors on the way. She especially did not want to be confronted by Jonas Trevelyan. She no longer loathed the man, but still found his presence an annoying reminder of her recent mistakes.

Liadan breezed past his secretary- as was her usual fashion, "He's expecting me," she said in response to the beginnings of protest. She had no use for such creatures. Liadan made her appointments and she kept them. If Mr. Rosier was otherwise engaged, he could stop what he was doing to attend to her needs. She was right on time, after all, and it would be rude to keep her waiting. Besides, if she sat waiting outside of his office it might give the impression she was somehow in trouble again.

As she opened the door to his office, the secretary stood behind her looking annoyed and flustered. "Ah! Mr. Rosier! Lovely to see you!" Liadan greeted with a bright smile. She immediately settled herself into a chair across from his desk, resting her copper bag primly in her lap. She turned in her seat to look at the secretary again. "Do be a dear and close the door behind you," she instructed the girl.

Today was a busy day, even more so than usually. Office memos kept on flying into his office, unwanted Aurors kept barging in without a warning and two meetings were canceled and then later re-scheduled. With his reading glasses on, Rosier stared at a dusty file as if it was the most interesting piece of parchment in the world. He had to finish something regarding the goblin crisis for the Minister by the end of the day, but this was already giving him a headache. It was one of those days when he was forced to skip lunch, but was so busy and engaged he actually didn't have time to notice it and complain about it.

His office was a mess again. Not the mess where everything was thrown on the floor (in rage, no doubt), but messy enough to look utterly unpresentable. Files, folders and parchments were thrown all over the large desk, but Rosier secretly liked this sort of chaos around him while he worked. All his drawers were open and even more parchments came flooding out, but he wasn't bothered by that. He scribbled quickly over some file, wishing for a cigarette but last time he wanted one he spent almost twenty-five minutes looking for them. Sighing, he squinted through his glasses and continued writing.

Without a warning, his door opened again. For a second, Rosier thought it was Trevelyan, but then realized there were more people around here who never learned the subtle art of knocking. Oh for crying out loud... he thought, then looked up from his file in frustration. He did not expect to see Liadan O Morain. Even though she did send him a letter and arranged a meeting -yes. But he completely forgot about it, it just seemed a bit trivial to him now when times were so dire. But what did this woman want from him again? Last time when he listened to her she deceived him and now she was here for more favors. This time he will have to be more cautious and reserved.

"Miss O Morain! How lovely to see you again." He wasn't smiling though, he eyed the petite witch with a stern gaze, as if she were his daughter who behaved badly. He nodded to his secretary to close the door and then sighed. Noticing O Morain already found her seat, Rosier sat back into his armchair and crossed his arms in a business-like manner. "So, how can I help you Miss O Morain?" This time there would be no tea and pleasantries.

"Oh good! I was hoping we could right down to business." Pleasantries, however, were usually necessary when dealing with people like Cameron Rosier and other fellow purebloods. "I promise I will take up as little time as possible." From the looks of his office, that would be the best course of action.

Liadan pulled the gloves from her hands as she gathered her thoughts. "You may have heard, Mr. Rosier, that myself and Miss St. James are planning a charity event for St. Mungo's. It will be a large ball held on New Year's Eve. There will be multiple events to help raise money for the hospital. Silent auctions, auctioning off bachelors and bachelorettes, things of that nature. But I thought it would be nice to add something with a bit more... excitement!"

Liadan reached up to fluff her hair a bit before continuing on. "I had the marvelous idea that I could put your law enforcement department to good use. Security is a non-issue. I can contract that out away from the ministry. But the aurors are known for their magical prowess and excellent dueling techniques."

"I thought that perhaps I might prevail upon your department to put those skills to good use. A friendly dueling competition of sorts! Guests could place bets on which auror they thought might win, and whoever wins gets a large donation made to the hospital in their name. I'm certain we could also find businesses and individuals to sponsor them as well, raising even more capital... I haven't worked out the finer details yet. I did not want to get too far ahead of myself, and assume that I would have the cooperation of both you and your department."

Liadan tilted her head, and gave him half a smile. "Though it is for the greater good... I could hardly see reason why you should deny my simple little request. Of course, I am aware that duty calls..." she made a dismissive gesture. "And we could certainly work around that should some aurors be suddenly called away..." Liadan trailed off again, giving Mr. Rosier a chance to respond- rather than continuing to talk over him. (As was her usual course of action.)