GREYSON, barrett carver

My parents died when I was seventeen years old. It was brought up to hold onto my intelligence and use that against people. Manipulate their words and use what they say and use that to my own advantage. My parents were Wizengamot members. I had grown up in a ministry bred family and their laws and rules are strictly my beliefs.

The ministry is here to prevent anarchy and chaos. I will abide by the laws exactly as they are written. I will follow suit and be the leading example for my family. I attended Hogwarts as a Ravenclaw. Devoted my time to the logical arts over that of elemental, physical or anything else. Though I do have a knack of Divination, it is hardly a strong skill. But the ability to read people through legilimency is a glorious thing to have learned.

When we reached our third year, there was a career day, needless to say the Department of Mysteries was where I wanted to be. Doing what? Of course it would have to be the death chamber. If not then I would have been useless to my family. My skills wouldn't be put to proper use anywhere in the ministry.

Then came Beauregard where we got to hone in our talents. Or skills. Focus on our careers. To say that I was dedicated is an understatement. I lived as if I were a unspeakable in the Death Chamber. I had pushed away everyone and anything that would hinder my acceptance into the Department of Mysteries. Making sure that nothing was going to stand in my way.

And now that is where I am. Studying the afterlife, the psychological affects on family members. Listening to the voices from the veil. I had also achieved legalized use of the veil for death sentences without use of the dementor's kiss. It is quick, painless and final. It cannot be stopped with a patronus, nor interrupted. It is a humane way to subside high costs to the ministry, and now it is. Completely. Legal.