Demetrius was shocked that he got the last name wrong, well he screwed up. "Ah sorry about that Wes, i guess i heard that name somewhere else maybe on TV or something, yes well, i was just turning the corner and heard you yell a name." Demetrius hoped he did not screw up to bad.

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Demetrius was shocked that he got the last name wrong, well he screwed up. "Ah sorry about that Wes, i guess i heard that name somewhere else maybe on TV or something, yes well, i was just turning the corner and heard you yell a name." Demetrius hoped he did not screw up to bad.

"No worries, Demetrius." Wes nodded his head toward the ugly portrait behind him. "Yes, sorry, I just noticed my ah......er, a person I had once...." How did one explain Armen Recard? Might as well just tell it like it was. "My archnemesis was recently promoted, and this was how I found out. Thus the shouting with surprise."

He smiled grimly. "So! Demetrius. What level do you work on?" This wasn't one of his new hires, was it? Wes was pretty good at remembering people, and he didn't recall any Demetriuses on Level 2.

Well now Demetrius could understand why he yelled. If his archnemesis was now a head of a department he would probably tear the painting down and blame it on him convincingly. "Yes, Yes, that would cause me to yell too if my archnemesis was now a head of a department"

Demetrius had to think about how he was going to say his new job title as a Death Specialist in the Department of Mysteries. As a Unspeakable he can not really talk about his job to other people, really even to our own co-workers."Well, Yes I am um cant really talk about level i am on, you understand right? ". Yes that would tell him what level he worked without tell him what level he worked on

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Well now Demetrius could understand why he yelled. If his archnemesis was now a head of a department he would probably tear the painting down and blame it on him convincingly. "Yes, Yes, that would cause me to yell too if my archnemesis was know a head of a department"

Demetrius had to think about how he was going to say his new job title as a Death Specialist in the Department of Mysteries. As a Unspeakable he can not really talk about his job to other people, really even to our own co-workers."Well, Yes I am um cant really talk about level i am on, you understand right? ". Yes that would tell him what level he worked without tell him what level he worked on

Oh? He wasn't the only one with an archnemesis? This was good news to Wes, for some reason. "Glad you understand." Wes crossed his arms and took a lean against the wall, since it seemed he was going to have himself a little chat here with this new Ministry man.

"You would be on Level 9 then, I take it." Wes was the head of the MLE for a reason, after all. He smiled warmly and tilted his head toward the end of the row of portraits, where Izzy's would (should?) be. "My fiancée is your new Department Head." And now he knew one of her employees. Fascinating. She already knew all of his.

Furmy's wonky wings flapped in unison as he flew through the corridors of the ministry silently. He'd not stopped for owl treats, no matter how much the passing ministry persons had beckoned him. The tawny owl had a job to do, and nothing would stop him. Not even treats.

He would get treats for his delivery though, right?

It didn't take him long to find the man he was delivering the letter to, hooting softly as he circled the man, scooping out a perch. That table would do. His wings spread out further, and he carefully landed on the tables ledge; his leg went out instinctively, letter and small pouch tied to it as he staaaaaaaaaaared at the Wesley head man.

Treat now?

Demetrius saw Wes cross his arms and leaned against the wall. Well it looked like they were going to have a chat. So Demetrius crossed his arms too and remained standing. He liked it that way. He was glad he understood what level he was on because he did not want to talk about it with the risk of getting fired on his first day.

Oh that would be bad. "Yes your right and really i had no idea about that and i guess congratulations though i don't really know you but congratulations anyway. And since it my first day i am sorry i am woefully ignorant on everything."

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Furmy's wonky wings flapped in unison as he flew through the corridors of the ministry silently. He'd not stopped for owl treats, no matter how much the passing ministry persons had beckoned him. The tawny owl had a job to do, and nothing would stop him. Not even treats.

He would get treats for his delivery though, right?

It didn't take him long to find the man he was delivering the letter to, hooting softly as he circled the man, scooping out a perch. That table would do. His wings spread out further, and he carefully landed on the tables ledge; his leg went out instinctively, letter and small pouch tied to it as he staaaaaaaaaaared at the Wesley head man.

Treat now?

SPOILER!!: Letter

Attatched is a small pouch full of 300 Galleons.

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Demetrius saw Wes cross his arms and leaned against the wall. Well it looked like they were going to have a chat. So Demetrius crossed his arms too and remained standing. He liked it that way. He was glad he understood what level he was on because he did not want to talk about it with the risk of getting fired on his first day.

Oh that would be bad. "Yes your right and really i had no idea about that and i guess congratulations though i don't really know you but congratulations anyway. And since it my first day i am sorry i am woefully ignorant on everything."

There was a.....bird in the building. An owl, to be exact, and Wesley wasn't quite sure how he was supposed to carry on a conversation with a man and deal with an owl at the same time. Obviously the owl was for him, since... he did know enough about creatures to recognize it and its circling and stuff as a post office owl, but he also wasn't expecting any news so..... should he call Level 4 to come collect it?

Turning his gaze from the bird back to the man, Wes nodded. "Yeah, thanks," he answered, his eyes flicking back to the owl as Demetrius rambled a bit, "I don't really know you either but welcome to the Ministry, and no need to apologize. It's a lot to take in." Take the bird for example. Was he supposed to go fetch it? Wes hated the damn things, to be honest, but with the distraction hovering in the corner of his eye, he wasn't going to be able to talk at all. "Would you excuse me a moment?" He was fully making eye contact with the staring bird now. "I seem to have an owl."

Not that he owned the ugly thing, he just had to deal with it. He strolled over to the bird and its table and, hoping to avoid getting any poo on himself, reached out his hand to snatch away the letter. His dark brown eyes scanned the message quickly, and then made note of the pouch on the bird's leg.

Hmm. Untying that as well, Wes weighed it in his hand a moment before slipping it into his pocket and flicking his wand into his hand. "Thank you?" he wasn't sure what he was supposed to give the bird, other than give it a reply to the letter. "Er, here." He used his wand to send a five-word reply to the man and then re-tied that to the bird's leg.

Wes was left staring at the thing's big eyes and felt compelled to give it a little pat on the head. "You can go now. Good job." Well done, bird, well done. Ish. He nodded at the creature and then quickly walked back to Demetrius, muttering a hurried excuse.

"Sorry, something just came up... ah, did you have any questions about the Ministry before I go?" Because yes, he had places to be, but since it was the guy's first day, and since he did work for his soon-to-be wife, Wes figured he might as well play nice. For five minutes, anyway.

Furmy was still waiting for his treat, patiently as he staaaaaaaaaaared the man down while took his letter and package. His head bobbed with each pat but his gaze never wavered, not until he was certain he wouldn't be getting treat, did he blink. If owls could have a crestfallen look, this would be it. Furmgoat let out what was akin to a sigh and his chest feathers ruffled.

Letters were good too he supposed. He liked delivering letters. The small tawny owl spread his wings and gave them a hefty flap, becoming airborne once more and flying back the way he'd come.

Kyle was having a fun time at work. Well, you would think she was. She was busy - she was scribing left and write and really learning the ropes for the most part. But it was always the off moments when she was running back from break, or heading to break that good a little weird.

She frowned at the picture on the wall next to her that had tutted at her. The woman in the picture had a pinched look to her features, the woman in the picture wasn't that old. Heck, she wasn't old looking at all, she looked no older then she was. The lady in the portrait wrinkled her lips in distaste and tutted once more.

"Why is it that no one of any intelligence comes down this hallway? Hmmmm? You are a silly girl."

Kyle sighed and tried to ignore the portrait which caused her to wobble on her feet. She wasn't even wearing heels? It just proved how stable she was for the woman in question.

"Oh but of course you have to fall onto me...I'm being honest girl, nothing more....don't leak on me whatever you do I don't want my paint to be ruin because of you and your silly salty eyes"

The portrait was a jerk. Thats all Kyle knew.



The portrait exhaled, rolled its eyes and glared at the girl. It didn't like her. She was going to leak west stuff on her nice new frame and have to be moved to be fixed. She liked where she was, she could talk to famous people like the minister of magic. "Oh stop teetering - you are the one I heard talk about from the school? The once who always hurt herself. Precious. I just can't wait to tell my friends from school how right they were that this girl is going to be silly enough to walk into a wall."

Legend had important stuff to do. Probably. Today wasn't a patrolling day at least not for him, so he was busy doing paperwork for really basic crimes

Basic, basic.

Like, stealing a baby's rattle with accio basic.

It was extremely boring work but someone had to do it, and so the YATI had been given the job. Until that is lunch time came around. After a few minutes of stuffing his face the nineteen year old had decided to go back to the office, burger still in hand.

As he strolled through the first floor, Legend noticed a girl who looked sort of familiar talking to one of the portraits? Taking a large bite of his burger he walked up to her, just in time to hear the portrait making fun of her. What? "Poorpaits 'err ruuuuue uh?" He said, mouth full of food as he tilted his head to the insulting picture. He swallowed what was in his mouth before speaking again. "I mean, it's not like they have any right to be rude. Like this one here, its just a picture really. Not a live or anything and yet it thinks it has friends and has the right to make fun of you. When really she's probably just jealous cause you're real and she isn't." Just his thoughts though. He took another bite of the burger.

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Legend had important stuff to do. Probably. Today wasn't a patrolling day at least not for him, so he was busy doing paperwork for really basic crimes

Basic, basic.

Like, stealing a baby's rattle with accio basic.

It was extremely boring work but someone had to do it, and so the YATI had been given the job. Until that is lunch time came around. After a few minutes of stuffing his face the nineteen year old had decided to go back to the office, burger still in hand.

As he strolled through the first floor, Legend noticed a girl who looked sort of familiar talking to one of the portraits? Taking a large bite of his burger he walked up to her, just in time to hear the portrait making fun of her. What? "Poorpaits 'err ruuuuue uh?" He said, mouth full of food as he tilted his head to the insulting picture. He swallowed what was in his mouth before speaking again. "I mean, it's not like they have any right to be rude. Like this one here, its just a picture really. Not a live or anything and yet it thinks it has friends and has the right to make fun of you. When really she's probably just jealous cause you're real and she isn't." Just his thoughts though. He took another bite of the burger.

Kyle hadn’t expected someone else to walk up or to respond to the portrait. Or well, most of all to talk to her. This was the awkward girl that had just a day before broken up with her only ever serious (but still secret) boyfriend of god knows how long over patronus, and she had yet to run into him. She had hidden herself pretty well that day.

On purpose.

The note had said it all.

She was a coward, when it came to love, relationships, and most of all when it came to the opposite sex. She smiled to Legend who she knew that she knew somehow. She blinked a few times as she sat there thinking how she knew him. School? Maybe.

When he said that the portrait was just being jealous she was broken from her train of thoughts by a rather rude portrait indeed.

"I am not JEALOUS I am prettier than she ever was in my frame and I was prettier then her in my life time. I can talk to people from halfway around with world with just a quick dip into another frame...and you, you have to walk or apparate to those paintings." The painting began to mutter things about rude people and how it was incredibly impolite to spit bits of that disgusting food at her frame. She was hung regally on this wall in this specific corridor. After all she WAS the former first lady to a former minister of magic.

Everyone knew who SHE was. Right?

Kyle let out a huff of breath pointed her wand at the picture and cast a silencing charm on it. There, she hoped it wouldn't tell every other painting to curse at them in whatever languages they spoke because that would be tedious. Walk into a wizarding museum and have every portrait crowd into one and yell at you - yeah not good.

She turned and sent Legend an apologetic smile. "Guess that proves it she probably is just jealous...jealous that she can't walk or apparate apparently." or feel a warm breeze on her cheeks. "I have to say thank you...and this little old thing, completely wrong wouldn't have 'leaked' as she called it. Would have just toppled over...like, well...like I always do" she shrugged and smiled over to Legend. "I'm Kyleigh er...I guess its kinda Devereaux now" she shrugged, "my aunt just adopted me sooo yeah." That was a lot of news on a first time meeting.

"You - um, you look familiar...w-what department do you work in?" She asked with a soft smile, "Me - well, I'm on level one ministers office" obviously if she had said level one right? Well, no she could have been maintenance, but she wasn't. Obviously, because she lacked the ability to fix the things she broke.

"Wait w-weren't you the ring bearer at the Furguson's wedding?" She asked as she finally put the face to where she had seen him before. So that would mean he was Jaxton's protege. And that would mean Jaxton wouldn't hate the guy if she all of a sudden became friends with someone who wasn't you know who.

The lift pinged and the doors opened on to the the first level corridor and portraits hall.

Jade let the women out the lift and smiled as they stared at the portraits of What she called the "have too many opinions" ministers. One of the portraits yelled out a suggestion of what they should do while they were here.

"Oh shut up!" Jade barked at the portrait as she turned back to the girls. "Sorry about that--they are way too opinionated for portraits. Most people tend to NOT stop here going directly to the lobby area." She pointed to the big wooden doors.

"What can I tell you about this floor? Well, it is just straight forward. The current Minister of Magic and his employees work on this floor. It is really beaucratic and political here more than anywhere else in the Ministry. As A&Cers, we usually do not get called up here a whole lot if ever.

Any questions?"

Ohh, now they were at a place where there were portraits and they talked! That was fun. The talking and moving pictures had always been one of the things that really fascinated her about the wizarding world. She wished they could have them in the Muggle world too.

"I think they're cool," Cora replied, waving at them all.

But right, back to the tour.

So this was where the Minister was? And his employees. Though wasn't everyone in the Ministry technically his employees? But there was a special level for this stuff it seemed, so maybe it was just mainly those on this level really.

That was basically the only question she had and she'd sort of answered that in her head. So... "No, ma'am, no questions."

Jade nodded a curt nod. "Alright then. Next level we will visit is the Magical Law Enforcement Department. I'm just warning you both that it can get a little nuts there."

With that she pressed the button for level two.

As the blond stepped out of the elevator, she smiled again at Hyun. So much smiling today, but she was used to that being a front desk secretary and all. And it didn't bother her. She'd rather have a job where she had to smile than any other tiring thing. Her heels slicking on the floor, Victoria walked slowly giving time to Hyun to look around. There wasn't really anything except for the portraits. She paused then motioned around. "Those are the pictures of former ministers," She said conversationally.

He probably recognized the faces, since ministers' faces are always all over the wizarding media. She slowed down and took a look herself. She hadn't had to inspect them since she had been too used to them during the past years of her work that she started to not notice their presence. But now she did stand and look around.

Then after what she estimated as enough time, she proceeded and stood by the left turn. "And now we go to Level-one," She announced pleasantly. Hopefully he wasn't bored already? Though now they neared the end of the tour by getting to Level-one.

Hmm, this was interesting! Hyun Joong followed Victoria and also looked at the portraits from all the former ministers. He nodded with a friendly look in his eyes when he saw that Victoria smiled and looked back at the portraits in front of him. He knew all of them, not that he ever had met them, he wasn’t old enough for that, of course, but he had read about all the ministers, even those who had died long ago. It was interesting to see all the portraits, it was something else to see them as a real portrait and not just in a old book or in a news paper. “If I’m honest I’m not so surprised to see all those portraits here, I would have been disappointed if they weren’t here” He traced with his finger over the portrait frame and saw that they were well cleaned, what was a good thing!

Level one, his new department! He straightened his back and was ready to see his new workspace, he was also curious if he would meet some of his other colleagues. “That sounds good! Let’s go!” He did a step forward but stopped and turned around to Victoria. “Oh, and thank you, for helping me with this tour!”

Azazel was making his rounds in his new job as part of Ministry security. Apparently there was a new Minister this year so he thought it may be good to make sure level 1 was alright. He still had that buzzing feeling in his gut you get from adjusting to a new foreign situation. Although so far it had been pretty mundane. Not that he was expecting anything as the job was so new and would probably say something bad if things were already starting to go horribly wrong. Besides he was still riding off of the adrenaline of the new job, making him sort of jumpy and wouldn't want anything too important to happen with his frayed nerves. Nevertheless he could still hope that something unusual would happen eventually.

Urgh... What's with all these creepy paintings? Azazel thought to himself. It was more of a personal thing than these pictures being any more eerie than others. He just found moving and talking paintings unsettling. Which was sort of odd on its own considering he grew up with his parents owning a lot of old wizard pictures. Or maybe that was the reason. Best not make eye contact or they may try to speak to me... That was easier thought than done. As he tried to check all the wards around the lifts and make sure all proper security measures were in place he could almost feel their eyes on him boring into his back. When Azazel felt disconcerted he tended to lash out. "Oh for Merlin's sake! Stop staring at me!!" Azazel was far louder than he should've been. Yelling at things that weren't even alive probably didn't make him look so good and he may have disturbed some people nearby. Plus to be fair to the paintings he was the only one in the immediate area so what were they supposed to look at, the floor? That didn't stop him from glaring viciously though.

Lunch break over and needing to get back to work, Mariel stepped off the lifts, green eyes still focused on the paperwork in her hands as she walked. Rather thankful that she had found her missing folder and that it hadn't gone missing for very long or with anyone noticing it, she scanned the contents, mentally reminding herself what still needed to be done today before she could go home. While she was pleased with her promotion, it did add a bit to her workload.. at least it did at times.

She walked a little bit further down the corridor, still more focused on her paperwork than her surroundings, when she felt an odd sense of displacement. Stopping suddenly, she lifted her eyes from her work and took a cursory glance around the vicinity. This was most certainly not Level Seven. Where on earth had she gotten off from the lifts? She must have gone up instead of down.. This lack of focus was really becoming bothersome.

Genevieve Branxton was a stalker. She had mad Auror skills, and she was currently putting them to use in her search for a particular employee from level seven. It didn't particularly bother her that she was now on level one... which made zero sense to people who worried about whether or not stuff made sense.

She was just pleased to find the woman in question alone. And with her arms full. "Are you... packing tomatoes at the moment?" Genevieve sidled up to the woman with a disarming smile, crossing her arms across her chest as she fell in step beside her.

Mariel took a moment to orient herself as she was clearly on a floor she did not frequent often. Green eyes scanning the immediate vicinity a bit more thoroughly this time, the 26 year old took the time to notice the portraits along the wall - those of the former Ministers of Magic. Oh. She must be on Level One, a long way from where she needed to be. Inwardly sighing, she started heading back towards the lifts.

She didn't get too far when she noticed a voice at her side. She stopped and turned, staring incredulously at the young woman. Where did she come from? Stealthy little thing.. Uh.. what? Tomatoes.. what an odd thing to say.."Well.. no.." the brunette began, looking at the woman walking along side her as if she was completely mental. Seemed to be a lot of that going around lately. "No produce currently on my person.." Oh. Wait just one second.

Mariel narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at her with a hint of suspicion. Was she part of that YATI training group or whatever? She couldn't have known it was her that dropped the rotten tomatoes on them.. she was all dressed up in her sneaky ninja gear.. What was she playing at? Retribution?

Vivi trotted along, keeping up relatively easily, and her smile went from innocent to predatory. Just like that. Ninjas weren't very brave out of uniform, were they? "You have an excellent arm, you know? I bet you play Quidditch. Professionally? Chaser?" Not that it mattered, but conversation was essential in intimidating someone out of their pants.

It wasn't ever about the words. It was about how they were delivered.

"My hair smelled for days afterward. How clever you are... where'd you think to get a rotten tomato?"

Alright, just who was this pyscho stalker and why was she after her anyway? There had been others who targeted that training group, why was she now being followed.. and questioned. And she was told no one would know, when hired for the job. Mariel stopped completely and turned to fully face the younger woman, eyeing her carefully. "Keeper, actually.." Why did she need to know that? And was it just a lucky guess? She seemed to know a little too much about her for comfort..

She raised a speculative eyebrow as she continued. Mariel was about to tell her she didn't know what she was talking about as she was sure there was no actual proof.. but really, who cared if she had pelted the girl with a rotten tomato? Wasn't that what their training thingy was about.. to be vigilant to attack? And besides, she was clever! Her folder held protectively against her chest, she crossed her arms and allowed a tiny smirk to form. "Doesn't hurt to think outside the box once in a while.. I would think a tomato would hit its mark much better than a water balloon, wouldn't you agree?"

"Keeper. Of course." Genevieve crossed her arms and tapped her foot briskly as she considered the woman in front of her. The woman who had made her hair stink for the rest of that blasted training session. Of all the attacks, that had felt the MOST personal.

"Well, I'm glad I finally caught up with you," she patted around in her pockets, her eyes never leaving Mariel's face as she did so. Finally, she pulled a packet of gummy worms from her pocket and thrust it at the woman. "It really was a remarkably good toss. Really. Bully to you. You can have these. It's what one does, apparently."

Still eyeing the young woman carefully as she was yet unsure of her intentions, Mariel gave a curt nod in affirmation. She was a rather good Keeper in her not so humble opinion, though playing Chaser probably would have made her aim better. Not that she had been aiming for anyone specific anyway.. and the question still remained unanswered, well many of them did.. but the brunette wondered how this girl knew it was her.

Green eyes glanced down to the other woman's pocket as she dug around in it, her mind quickly going to her wand and the thought of being ready to pull it out within seconds. Cringing slightly as she thrust her hand in her face, she peered down at its contents and shot a questioning look to the blonde. Gummy worms..? What was this even. She stared at them, unblinking, for a moment, then reached out and gingerly took them. "Um.. thank you..?" She wasn't sure what else to say to that.. gummy worms in exchange for a rotten tomato.. apparently what one did. Though she was very, very suspicious of these..

Genevieve smiled that strange, scary smile again before shoving her hands in her pocket and giving a full body shrug. "No problem, Mariel. No problem at all. You enjoy those gummy worms, and I'm sure we'll be running into each other again soon."

She turned and headed back for the lift without looking back even once. The secret to psychological warfare was to be only a little crazy but to look a whole lot crazier.