Now he's been dragooned back into the Ministry, Albie has had them clear the cobwebs out of the former sub-basement closed during the First Wizarding War, sometimes known as Floor 11, and has reclaimed his old office down there. Most of the air in here has never seen the light of day. Albie's taste in decoration can most kindly be called 'eclectic'. There is, however, a story behind each and every piece, and unwary visitors have been known to come away having been subjected to a comprehensive pop quiz on the entire range.
For however long he's here, Albie will be looking to funnel all available intel reports through this room, so anyone missing vital data might want to risk popping in. Albie's even been trying to find his old clipboard, which, one can only hope, may have been incinerated many decades since. He is planning to add some motivational posters - the one 21st century innovation of which he approves unequivocally. He has a gramophone which has been magicked to play every Muggle sound recording format.
Albie, in general, tinkers with Muggle devices in a way which would make the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office have a collective coronary, if they knew. Mad-eye learnt his refined disdain for the details of the system from a far greater and more constant practitioner.
"What kind of shot do you get with that club?" - Inscribed over the door, on the inside.
Albie's mind wanders enough to deserve passport stamps, but when focused is as terrifying a juggernaut of thought as it has ever been, banked with fires of knowledge, passion and devotion to freedom.
On his desk, a small stand is inscribed:-
"Oh, come with old Khayyam and leave the Wise
To talk. One thing is certain, that life flies;
One thing is certain, and the rest is lies;
The flower that once has blown, forever dies."
His current cookie jar bears the motto, "Magic, like certain other things, happens."
The underside of the second drawer has carved into it a list of those who fell completing tasks to which Albie assigned them. When unaccompanied, he sometimes takes it out, and muses over it.
The fireplace here is, unbeknownst to the Ministry, still active on the Floo Network.
He would nod and walk in offering a quick smile. Though nervous inside, he would take a breath and talk quietly and confindently. He really didn't want to be here...but wasn't sure he had another option at this point. "Excuse me Sir, I know you're busy, but I wondered if I could have a moment of yoru time to discuss the auror office situation?"
AlbieSlytherin -"Way I see it, there's always options. Not always palatable, though." – 14:44, December 16, 2013 (UTC)
"Oh, sorry there, young Black - me eyesight's not what it were even twenty year gone. Aye, sit ye down, and tell me whatever it is I need to know. I realise you've been shoulderin' t' burden down among t'War Dogs, what wi' young Tanis gone walkabout an' all. Can I offer you a drop of anything . . . medicinal, to keep the chill out?"
He would shake his head, and take the seat. "No Sir, I'm fine. I just wanted to come ask...with things seeming to be dying down in Egypt, and our team apparently having disappeared...are we assuming they're dead at this point?"
AlbieSlytherin -"Way I see it, there's always options. Not always palatable, though." – 14:53, December 16, 2013 (UTC)
"Well, speakin' purely personally, lad, I gave up assumin' fifty year ago when I failed to die proper. Happen as you may be right, though - desert's got a way o' swallowing stuff, rarley sees fit to spit it back out. If they did their duty the way it looks, those of us as are left need to remember - and then get on wi' life."
He would nod solomnly. "Only makes sense. So...will you be assigning someone to take control of the office? We've had a decent number of new recruits so our numbers aren't too low right now. I would say we have enough aurors to keep normal crime in the country down, but not much more than that. ...but we really do need someone to actually be in command, what with assigning missions and such."
AlbieSlytherin -"Way I see it, there's always options. Not always palatable, though." – 15:04, December 16, 2013 (UTC)
"Have you a taste for the role yerself, lad, seein' the grand job you've been doin' fillin' in?"
He would shake his head vigiously. "No...absolutely not. I like doing what I'm doing now and would be content to keep doing it. However, I don't really have the authority, or want it, to fully do the Heads job. So...I basically came in to ask today if we're still waiting for Ms. Nyt to come back or if we'll be looking for her successor soon."
AlbieSlytherin -"Way I see it, there's always options. Not always palatable, though." – 15:24, December 16, 2013 (UTC)
"Well, I reckon it's another of them situations where we have ta move on and make do. The lass hasn't seen fit to let a wight know what she's doin', so we haveta go about our business as if she's not coming back, sad to say. We can talk ta t' Minister, me an' thee, given how you've been doin' lion's share, and wi' three 'eads mebbe summat o' use'll come up. May as well hope, anyhow."
He would nod. "I trust your judgement Sir...so just let me know where I'm needed and when. I'm going to take all the new Aurors and run them through training and see if I can forge them into a unit instead of a bunch of individuals so we can try to avoid another situation like we had with Mr. Mullins. If I can help with recommendations or anything else in filling Ms. Nyt's spot, just let me know. I just thought it would be best to come and see about getting things moving..."
AlbieSlytherin -"Way I see it, there's always options. Not always palatable, though." – 15:40, December 16, 2013 (UTC)
"Aye, well, things're movi' on their own, which means like it or not we need to get to some steerin'. Ship of state, and all that, lad. If you can do owt to make the rag-tag into a team I'll be much obliged, but don't go beating yoursen up about a casualty of war - 'cos they 'appen like it or not. I'll have a word wi' young Es-, I mean, I'll set up a meeting with the Minister, see how fast we can get the wheels of government turning. Still and all, short-term we're gonna need you right where you've been, lad - holding the line."
AlbieSlytherin -"Way I see it, there's always options. Not always palatable, though." – 15:51, December 16, 2013 (UTC)
*He stands, creakily, and extends a weathered hand.* "Keepin' people's lives tickin' over's a thankless task, but that's one of the few things we definitely can change for one another. Thank you for all your hard work, Mr. Ferlen Black, and if you ever need a reference for life beyond these walls, I'd be honoured to help out any way I can."
He would take the hand and offer a nod. "Thank you Sir." With that he would turn back and head back to the Auror Office. Time to try to make a team...
AlbieSlytherin -"Way I see it, there's always options. Not always palatable, though." – 23:50, October 28, 2013 (UTC)
*He gets hastily but unsteadily to his feet, and grasps the edge of the table.* "Of course, Madame Minister. For you, always. Please, make yourself at home." *He indicates a chair with a gesture which is curtailed once more by his need for balance.*
AlbieSlytherin -"Way I see it, there's always options. Not always palatable, though." – 00:01, October 29, 2013 (UTC)
*He sinks heavily back into his armchair.* "That's good to know, but if you continue to feel that way, you'll be a rare'un, Estella. Kipling had the right of it, you know - 'If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with kings, nor lose the common touch.' The air itself where you are's pretty heady stuff. So, what brings you to the DMLE?"
AlbieSlytherin -"Way I see it, there's always options. Not always palatable, though." – 00:19, October 29, 2013 (UTC)
*He takes a moment, clearly filtering out some of his more common and unexpurgated means of expression.* "Aside from the entire Mediterranean region getting ready to go up like an oil soaked rag in a fireworks factory I take it you mean? Well, on the home front, I'm hearing far too much for comfort about this 'Shrouded' and that there 'Black Parade' - mind, I may have to hold up my hand to some responsibility for that last. I weren't exactly understanding where young Miss LeFey was concerned, and that may have just been the last straw. Nowt to do about it now though." *He shrugs eloquently.*
He knocked on the door, ready to meet his new boss.
AlbieSlytherin -"Way I see it, there's always options. Not always palatable, though." – 01:18, October 3, 2013 (UTC)
*He can be heard shuffing about inside, be there's a muted thump, before, "Come in!". As Dunstan enters the old man is reclining, the less charitable might say semi-slumped, in an armchair in the corner.* "Since I don't recognise t'face, you must be young le Fey. Good to meet you, lad. *He hauls himself precariously to his feet then straightens, and somehow all signs of infirmity melt away. He holds out a steady hand.*
He smiled and shook his hand. "Yes Sir, I'm Dunstan. I came to see if there was anything in particular you needed me to do right now?"
AlbieSlytherin -"Way I see it, there's always options. Not always palatable, though." – 06:08, October 3, 2013 (UTC)
"Well, seeing as how I'm not up to haring all over the place these days, 'appen it might be prudent-like for you t' make sure your face is known around these parts, by them as matters, I mean. I'm thinkin' particularly of young Tanis and Ferlen Black, 'cos like as not they'll be t' folks as you'll 'ave most need of day in, day out in the months to come. I'd like your views on our new batch of Aurors an' all, when you've got a moment or two spare, and it'd help, I reckon, if you can get into the habit of jotting vital stuff down for me, memory not bein' what it were. That said, if I've made it through last century wi' no bugger calling me 'Sir' more'n once, you don't get to break the streak. Name's Albie, lad - allus was, allus will be."
He walks in. "I got here as soon as I recieved your Memo. Is everything okay?"
AlbieSlytherin -"Way I see it, there's always options. Not always palatable, though." – 23:37, October 30, 2013 (UTC)
"It's nowt urgent - more of a 'reprioritisation', as they say. We need everything the Dark Wizard Files has copied up on one of them their corkboards, and on display in that little kitchen off the hall. I want to be able to tell our Minister that we have up-to-date profiles on all known Shrouded and Black Parade members a month from now. Feel free to discuss it any way you like or need with Tanis and that young Ferlen, but make sure everyone's aware it matters to me."
AlbieSlytherin -"Way I see it, there's always options. Not always palatable, though." – 09:01, November 3, 2013 (UTC)
"Good to hear - an' don' be frit ta bring yer own thinkin' through t'door. *He waves a slow hand in the direction of his own heavy portal.* Never been much on the tale of Androcles, an' this 'ere *the gesture becomes more expansive* is a place for the lion-hearted. We've messed up, will again, but not 'cos we couldn' locate our conviction wi' both 'ands."