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[allie rookwood]

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When people bumped into Althea Rookwood in the hallways of the Ministry, she could not bristle up and go "Do you know who I am?" like her close friend Alexandria could. Her father was nobody of consequence, just a liaison to the Order, and her brothers and sister were of even less consequence than he was. She was at the bottom of their family ladder, just a little office girl whose eyes were constantly shining with the threat of tears. Still, she had more than some, she supposed, taking pity for all those poor halfbloods, not even proper beings, not even in their own right. Half breeds, mud bloods. They were dirtied.
Still, they did not have mister Rosier yelling at them all day long to please file those papers, Allie. They didn't have jerky purebloods with big heads stepping on their feet as they passed them by in the hallways. No, that was for Allie alone to deal with, and bristled at the thought of it. Alexandria didn't have to worry about toe-crushage because nobody would step on any part of the Minister's Daughter. Nobody was particularly keen on the idea of stepping on his best mercenary's toes, either.
Althea pulled the ropes. She didn't do the killing, the interrogating, the reconnaissance missions- none of the high action stuff. She'd never actually hit anyone with an open hand in her life, let alone fired an unforgivable. Still, she was important. Her work warranted code names, at the least, which was why she had just received a note addressed to Magellan. Not the worst code name Alexander and Alexandria had ever dished out for sure. Allie picked up the note and read it over carefully, before heaving and sigh and standing. It was a bit of a walk to their office from mister Rosier's, and she didn't want to keep them waiting.
Still, she couldn't help but make a prediction that she would suffer at least two forms of bodily harm on the way there. There would probably be elbows involved. She pouted subconsciously, brushed her hair out of her eyes, and moved out, a determined look on her face. This time she was going to try to make a difference, she resolved, knocking on Alexandria's office door.
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[alexandria zabini]

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[alexander rookwood]

Walking down the narrow hallways of the Ministry, Alexander Rookwood held himself with an air of importance that his reputation and not his name upheld within this circle of pureblood officials. By name alone, he was nobody. Some, perhaps most even, held a certain level of respect for him based on how he conducted himself in the office and on the field. All in all, however, he had very little to work with when it came to proving to others that they should both love and fear him.

Entering almost silently behind his sister, he flung his robes aside in order to charm the door shut and silence it. He turned and, giving a formal nod of his head to both the girls, straightened himself, ready to get down to business. He glanced at them, he smirked in spite of himself. "Really, did you have to name me after the man who couldn't tell Spain from America? I'm almost wounded, it's as if you think I can't find my head from my ass." He asked, mocking indignation.

[allie rookwood]

[/i]. Couldn't tell America from India.[/b]" Allie corrected a little too quickly, cocking an eyebrow at him. Really, sometimes Xander was just such an idiot. Of course, what was Muggle history to her brother? She sighed and shrugged mostly to herself before turning to Alex.

"So who is it this time?" She asked, leaning over Alex's shoulder to see who they were killing. Their last mission had been very high-action. Pulling the ropes, even, had been a difficult job. Figiting slightly so she could read the papers better, Allie's eyes darted from her brother to her best friend and she smiled. They did make quite the team, in her opinion.[/size][/ul]

[alexandria zabini]

[/i] American history at that. Three; His name is Jeffery Wilkins. The target is his children moreso. He's been very uncooperative, maybe seeing his two precious darlings dead will finally get him to talk. We assume that he's anti-ministry. Pretty soon, father will allow us to go on more personal missions." Sarcasm lacing where is should, emphasis, and the last comment was directed straight at Alexander.

"He is also an elderly man, the next strike will be his grandchildren if necessary. This is not a top priority although... Althea work on it when you can. Keep us posted. We're looking at two full fledge adults. I think they are aurors, is that right Alexander, I'm not completely sure. Twin males, if our sources are correct they are still living together, in a ok sized house," Alexandria stopped her briefing and pulled out the pictures of the man, his twins, and the grandchildren. Sometimes they did missions like this versus just take them out missions. [/ul][/size][/color]