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Sep 5 2017, 03:57 PM
The invitation from Drucilla Selwyn, to come for a visit, had come as something of a surprise. Richard was well familiar with the woman, they’d briefly served together on the Wizengamot and they’d gotten along rather well. Honestly though, that was to be expected. They were of the same breeding and on the same page as to where they wanted their world to go. It had been fun to work alongside of her. She’d been far more entertaining than her son had been proven to be; which wasn’t to say her son wasn’t a fantastic ally, he was just far less entertaining and forceful a personality.
There had been precious little time for him to keep in contact with her in the years since she’d left the halls of the Wizengamot and that free time had been getting less and less prevalent as the muggleborn took over the levers of government. It had become all he could do to try and slow things down and then – with the latest coup – he’d even lost the power to do that much. With the loss of his position as Chief Warlock, he was relegated to sitting on the sidelines and watching things advance while desperately looking around for something to throw in the way as even a speedbump.
He could only hope that was what Drucilla had contacted him about. She hadn’t seemed to be taking too great an interest in what was going on in the halls of the Ministry since she left – though, with a family of her size he couldn’t say he blamed her. But he could desperately use her help for what it seemed was going to have to be the next step.
As such, he’d kept his eye on the clock and at the appointed time of their meeting he stepped gracefully out from the floo into the entry hall of her home with a bright smile.Drucilla Selwyn
Aug 27 2017, 07:43 PM
MorriganLocation of Family Home:
Caer Morrigan, somewhere to the north of Cardiff, WalesBlood Status:
Mixed HeritageKnown Family Members:
The surviving members of the Morrigan Family are Richard Morrigan
, his son Alex Morrigan
, and his grandchildren Timothy
, and Trystan Morrigan
; as well as his ward Amber Elison
The Morrigan family is an Ancient Line dating far, far back into the mists of the past. Since the beginning, they have been close to power and sought the prestige and authority that their positions brought with them. According to their family records, they were a matrilineal line called Ó Morrigu. They took their name from the Morrighan, the Goddess whom they served as High Priestesses. They advised the warlords and rulers of the island for an unrecorded length of time – though they claimed centuries; their wisdom was sought by the most powerful, which is what brought them to the attention of Morgana Le Fey.
Morgana appeared among them and they believed her to be the physical incarnation of their goddess and joined with her in her war against Merlin and the non-magical folk he loved and protected. They were powerful wizards and witches and were a threat, not to be ignored, among her army. As they battled and were again and again repulsed by Merlin, Arthur, and his knights, they began to doubt. In the final days of the war, during the battle between Arthur and Mordred; their doubts crossed the threshold and they turned on Morgana. Their powers being enough to tip the battle in Merlin’s favor.
This betrayal was not something that Morgana could abide and as she fled she laid a curse on the Ó Morrigu clan that has continued to this day; though it wasn’t found out until sometime after the battle. They became loyal members of Merlin’s forces and were granted a position in the ruling council that he formed that would someday become the Wizengamot. It took only a generation for them to notice, but the Morrigans, as they came to be called, stopped birthing female children. It was a horror that they had not expected and, while it did little to diminish their power, a deal of their knowledge of magic and ritual was lost as the High Priestess withdrew from the family; unable to watch their descendants fall from the grace of their goddess.
Over the intervening centuries, the Morrigans continued to do their best to guide the magical world and took pride in the new authority that they gathered to themselves, remaining a prominent family through the rise of Voldemort. They managed to avoid the fall that many of those of similar pedigree found themselves in. While several of their members worked with the Dark Lord on his first rise, by the time of his return and second attempt they were horrified at what he’d become and threw their lot in with the Ministry. Dumbledore approached them about working with the Order, but they could no more bring themselves to side with mudbloods and blood traitors, then they could side with the undead creature the Dark Lord had become.
When Voldemort took power, they retreated to Caer Morrigan and waited out the end of the war in hiding.
While they did not lose as much as many of the others, their fortune, holdngs, and seat on the Wizengamot remaining intact, they did get caught up in the anti-Pureblood bias that swept the country and their reputation took a huge hit. They have spent the last years fighting desperately to regain that prestige, and to reclaim the power that is slowly being stripped from the Purebloods even as it becomes more and more obvious to Richard – the current scion – that it is a useless, losing battle. Important Information:
The Morrigans have been a Pureblood family until the current generation. The addition of muggle blood into the line seems to have broken the curse laid upon them as two females have been born into the family. Is this Family open for use:
Jul 24 2017, 06:35 PM
Tired didn’t even begin to cover just how tired Richard was. It was common for him to be worn out at the end of any given day, but this bone deep exhaustion was new. Things hadn’t been going well at all recently, which felt like the understatement of the year but he’d finally gotten enough things lined up that he was able to go home. The machinations of the new Minister and new Chief Warlock had rubbed enough of the moderates the wrong way that they were reaching out to him to see about making sure the new government didn’t run too far off the rails. They didn’t actually have enough to stop everything, but they’d closed the vote gap enough that if they could peel off one or two from any given vote they could defeat it.
It was getting on into the afternoon when he stepped out of the floo at Caer Morrigan, and directly into Amber. With a short huff of surprise he caught his balance and his hands shot out to catch her by the arm and make sure she was steadied as well.
“I’m so sorry,” he said, apologetically.
“Are you alright?”
When he was sure that everything was well he smiled wryly and added, “I’m sorry that I missed your slumber party. I hope that you and Timothy have been getting on well enough in my absence?”Amber Elison
Dec 1 2015, 05:23 PM
A fresh blanket of snow covered the grounds of Rosier Manor, except where it had been trod upon by the people making their way up through the gates to the large home where the evening’s celebration would take place. Already a lot of people were making their way through the welcoming committee made up of the senior Ministry Officials and the senior members of the Wizengamot.
There had been a time that Richard had been frustrated by the Wizarding World’s insistence on celebrating Christmas. It was an incredibly muggle celebration, but he’d learned long ago that fighting against it wasn’t going to work. Too many families had made it a part of their traditions – including his own over time – and trying to arrange it so that they would celebrate something more appropriately magical would just cost him political capital and not work anyway.
That being the case, he found himself loitering among the other Wizengamot members in the entryway of the old Rosier Manor. At one point it had been the ancestral home of a Pureblood family, but then it had been annexed by the Ministry after the war against Voldemort and they had since used it for the occasional function like this – as well as for a place to stay for visiting dignitaries.
This year had even more potential to be annoying as the Minister and the Headmaster of Hogwarts had arranged to make the annual celebration open to anyone who wanted to attend. Transport would be arranged by the school for anyone staying behind and the parents for those who had left for break had been encouraged to allow their children to attend as well.
As he shook the hand of a first year muggleborn student and wished the boy well as he continued on – wide eyed – into the opulent house, he couldn’t wait to see how the evening would go.
Jun 11 2015, 07:48 PM
Richard set down the message that the owl had just delivered with a deep sigh. It brought news that he had absolutely no interest in, and from what he’d heard of the kids’ year they were going to be even less enthused about it than he had been. Best not to hold onto the news too long and have them be surprised by the unwelcome guests though, so Richard set off through the Caer to find Amber and Tim.
It probably should have been the first place he looked, but eventually he tracked them down to one of the rooms that had been set up with a dueling platform for them to practice in. They didn’t seem to be trying to beat each other up, but he appeared to have interrupted a conversation about something – from the laughter he’d missed something good, and that made him feel even worse that he was about to deliver the news that he had.
“Sorry to interrupt,” he said as he pushed the door open, “but Alex and his family are going to be stopping by for a short visit. Thought you might want know before they were actually on the doorstep.”
The sound of the door opening caught Tim’s attention moments before his grandfather started speaking, though the words didn’t actually register at first, “Wait, what?”
“Why are they coming here? Why are you letting them?”
Spending any time with the most hated Professor in the school during the summer just didn’t sound like a good idea at all. The bastard definitely had to have other things that he could be doing rather than bothering everyone else during their vacations.
“I know,” Richard replied with a shrug, “but I can’t send him running right now. With him at school with you the rift in the family is already in the news again, and we can’t just turn him away. There’s an election coming up and we have to be seen to be at least a little bit magnanimous.”