Roxanne made her way silently to her new work space. It was small, but she supposed it would do.

Setting down her messenger bag she glanced around the room. Hmm... not bad, not bad. She would need to get used to this. Neither of her other jobs had a room like this that she ever used. When she had been working as a Healer in Ireland, she had simply attended to patients with that... thing that called itself a doctor (long story short, they didn't get along very well). And when she had worked as a Dragon Trainer in Romania, she had been outside all day, getting sunburn, developing freckles, and dodging raging dragons. She loved that job. If only it hadn't been in Romania. She simply hated the climate there. Not that the climate in England was always better.

Ah well, at least she still got to work with dragons. That had made her day, when she found out. Dragons! She adored them. It was pretty much her life's goal to work with dragons for a living. Best. Job. Ever.

She sat down in her chair, rummaging about in her duffel bag and pulling out one or two personal items. A photo of her and her boss from Romania, standing in front of her favorite dragon, Puff (whom, yes, she had named after 'Puff the Magic Dragon' in the old, old, old Muggle movie. In the picture, her boss had his arm around her shoulders, grinning and laughing at something Roxanne had apparently said, but denied afterwards; she had been grinning, almost mischievously, and every now and then looking up at the fast growing juvenile dragon; and Puff had been spurting a flame into the air and thrashing his tail, narrowly missing a few under-paid interns.

The second was simply a small, rather badly made sculpture of a dragon, given to her by the young son of a friend of hers in Ireland. Although the statue was lopsided and sort of hard to distinguish what it was, Roxanne loved it to tatters.

She leaned back in her seat and very nearly grinned. This place didn't seem so bad.