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Seeker_Seven · 10-16-2011, 07:19 AM

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Originally Posted by Nordic Witch

Clarissa removed her tea bag and stirred a good few times before she started sipping on the warm substance. Behind her the door to the break room opened and closed revealing, James from her department and a kneazle. Taking another biscuit she remained quiet until he approached the table. Clarissa kneeled down to pet the kneazle affectionatively behind his ears before greeting James with a weak smile "Good day, James! Is this your kneazle? He is very cute."

Mustering up a little laugh accompanied by a smile Clarissa said "Not at all, Miss Radley just had some unexpected buisness to take care of. It happens. She will be back before we know it." Just empty words which wouldn't mean anything if Erica didn't come back. Frowning she asked confused "Leave the department? Why are you leaving? I thought you liked it here..."

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Originally Posted by Bubbles

Olivia made her way to the break room. She wasn't tired, no not at all. She was just...bored? Annoyed? Desperate to do something? She still didn't know what her job was and that made her feel as if her time was being wasted. Olive had really hoped to get on board and start doing something, anything, but this just turned out to be disappointing. She had expected a lot more from the Ministry of Magic.

She reasoned that she should be patient. There was probably a lot of people applying to work at the Ministry that they were having a hard time placing everyone is their respective departments. Yeah, patience was a virtue. With that thought in mind, Olive went to grabbed a cup of green tea, that'll help her calm down.

Tagren shuffled into the break room, stifling a yawn. There was no reason for him to be tired. He hadn't been on a call in two weeks, dragon wrangling was on hold indefinitely, and all the excitement of day-to-day business had been reduced to sitting at a desk with a pile of paperclips. Oh, and a foot-high stack of paperwork. Tag hated paperwork. It wasn't his fault the Head had gone on permanent holiday, but it appeared that nobody knew what the heck to do now, so they shoved reports at the entire team.

Auditing?, Tag mused. Five years of training and experience, and I'm. . . auditing? Out of all his classes, form-writing had been his Achilles' heel. Oh the irony.

Catching sight of the interim head--or at least, someone with authority, Tag hadn't been paying attention--he quickly attempted to blink big and look as if he deserved this break after a morning of hard work. He walked, suddenly briskly, over to the counter to pour himself a cup. "Hey," Tag waved at a nearby coworker. "Do you see the sugar? I'm about to lose consciousness."

He thought he recognized her. She'd probably been at that massive meeting about reorganization of management and new leadership. The one where he had that great daydream about meeting a chimaera.

10-16-2011, 07:19 AM	#52 (permalink)
Seeker_Seven Puffskein Join Date: May 2006 Location: Rainyville, USA Posts: 1,809 Hogwarts RPG Name: Freeman L. Stuart Second Year x1	Help us we're a bunch of letters stuck in this box !! Quote: Originally Posted by Nordic Witch Clarissa removed her tea bag and stirred a good few times before she started sipping on the warm substance. Behind her the door to the break room opened and closed revealing, James from her department and a kneazle. Taking another biscuit she remained quiet until he approached the table. Clarissa kneeled down to pet the kneazle affectionatively behind his ears before greeting James with a weak smile "Good day, James! Is this your kneazle? He is very cute." Mustering up a little laugh accompanied by a smile Clarissa said "Not at all, Miss Radley just had some unexpected buisness to take care of. It happens. She will be back before we know it." Just empty words which wouldn't mean anything if Erica didn't come back. Frowning she asked confused "Leave the department? Why are you leaving? I thought you liked it here..." Quote: Originally Posted by Bubbles Olivia made her way to the break room. She wasn't tired, no not at all. She was just...bored? Annoyed? Desperate to do something? She still didn't know what her job was and that made her feel as if her time was being wasted. Olive had really hoped to get on board and start doing something, anything, but this just turned out to be disappointing. She had expected a lot more from the Ministry of Magic. She reasoned that she should be patient. There was probably a lot of people applying to work at the Ministry that they were having a hard time placing everyone is their respective departments. Yeah, patience was a virtue. With that thought in mind, Olive went to grabbed a cup of green tea, that'll help her calm down. Tagren shuffled into the break room, stifling a yawn. There was no reason for him to be tired. He hadn't been on a call in two weeks, dragon wrangling was on hold indefinitely, and all the excitement of day-to-day business had been reduced to sitting at a desk with a pile of paperclips. Oh, and a foot-high stack of paperwork. Tag hated paperwork. It wasn't his fault the Head had gone on permanent holiday, but it appeared that nobody knew what the heck to do now, so they shoved reports at the entire team. Auditing?, Tag mused. Five years of training and experience, and I'm. . . auditing? Out of all his classes, form-writing had been his Achilles' heel. Oh the irony. Catching sight of the interim head--or at least, someone with authority, Tag hadn't been paying attention--he quickly attempted to blink big and look as if he deserved this break after a morning of hard work. He walked, suddenly briskly, over to the counter to pour himself a cup. "Hey," Tag waved at a nearby coworker. "Do you see the sugar? I'm about to lose consciousness." He thought he recognized her. She'd probably been at that massive meeting about reorganization of management and new leadership. The one where he had that great daydream about meeting a chimaera. __________________ *His glass is half-empty. And it's not what he ordered.*