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Cassandra
"Ireland? How delightful! My brother-in-law lived there. He is full Irish." She laughed and smiled until he asked how many children she had. "Well I had 5 kids from my first marriage but one of them died a couple years ago when she was 8, I have a stepson and I have a daughter with my current husband." She laughed and blushed. "My oldest is in his 20s..." Elizabeth felt so old.
"Really? That's quite interesting." Though really he didn't care about her brother. He didn't particularly care about anyone outside his family but to be polite and for the sake of preserving the conversation, he would pretend he did.
"And I'm sorry to hear about your daughter." This time he was a bit more sincere but really, she sounded like she had enough, what was one less mouth to feed?
"20, you say?" Merlin, she's been popping kids for a while. O___O
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Katergirl
Victoria laughed with a nod. "That may be why. And no, we have an every large space with so many rooms." It was a little private in level 1, which can be nice, so she wasn't complaining. "In the ministry,'she questioned, "Not often. There will be little problems in each department, but nothing major for the whole place."
Gavin couldn't deny that he was a bit disappointed when she told him that there was hardly any problem within the Ministry; not that he was hoping for a heap of it seeing as he was in no way a thrill seeker.
"I see..." He said, drifting into his own thoughts for a minute. Another relatively quiet job. He could live with it.
"How does the whole lunch thing work around here?" Just curious. It was important to know whether he'd have to waste his time leaving the building just so he could eat.
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PotterHeadforLife
Ivee nodded. Good, he knew Amortentia. "So, you say you've got skills in Potions?" the woman asked. He can't be that bad in Potions now... Cause if he did, Ivee would have zapped him with a spell to know what the hell is wrong with him. Not knowing Potions and Herbology? Poo you.
"That, I am not so sure," Ivee answered. "It didn't state at the job description, but maybe we could make some different breeds of plants." That would make her whole job way more interesting if they experimented on some plants and such. Cooooooool.
"I've got more than skills when it comes to Potions." He told her. Gavin wasn't want to brag--scratch that, he was a major bragger, but only when it came to things that he was particularly interested in and good at.
"Unlike my Herbology Professor, my Potions Professor thought I was a joy to have." Who
wouldn't consider him a joy? Yeah, he thought so.
So it was like that.
"Well." He said simply.
"If you do end up making new plants be sure to send me the details so I don't fall hopelessly behind like what usually happens." The woman seemed like it would have been the greatest thing in the world to go around making yet another species of plant with the potential to have him for lunch but he wouldn't complain. Whatever made her happy.
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RachieRu
Isobel looked up when someone stepped in front of her. Good thing she hadn't been walking that fast, she didn't exactly want to walk into anyone. Her auror senses had also told her that someone was approaching her. They all came in useful. She smiled at the man. Gavin Isaacs. She recognized that name. Isobel tried to go through her memory, thinking where she had seen the name. It took her a few moments but she got it. This man was one of her new employees. Perfect.
"Hello." She smiled at the man. "I'm Isobel Ferugson." Surely her name would trigger his memory. Hopefully the man would know who his boss was. Or her name at least. "I'm department head for the Department of Mysteries." Which if her memory was correct was where this man had been placed.
Well would you look at that. He'd run right into the boss lady herself.
"Yes, of course you are. I'm looking forward to working with you." He would even break the policy he'd made up not too long ago by extending his hand for a shake. Here's to hoping she wasn't one of those that preferred shaking until there was nothing left.
"Is arriving late a habit of yours?" He
did notice her late entrance; how else would he have seen her and decided to enhance her day by pulling her into a conversation with him?