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SPOILER!!: Emily and Cynthia Quote:
Originally Posted by Hera 
Tucking into her scroll, Emily teared away strips of pastry, essentially undoing the tight pastry coil to reveal the heavenly cinnamon sugar within. She didn't think it rude to eat with her fingers, and the thought hadn't even crossed her mind that it may be off-putting to her company. It was food. It was pastry. Cutlery only served to be an inconvenience in such circumstances. Raising a finger to her lips, Emily sucked off the sticky icing glaze that had clung to her fingertip.
Emily nod her head in agreement. Out of the ordinary, that was one way of putting it. "It will work for now, until they get restless..." which was possible considering how tightly strung most of them were. Taking a sip of her latte to wash down the pastry, Emily listened, curious to hear how Games and Sports were faring and how Mariel was finding her time as Head. Her lips curled in both amusement and understanding as Mariel conveyed her experiences. It wasn't easy, and it was certainly a heavier work load, especially now. "I completely understand where you're coming from," she mused, picking at her scroll again.
As for how she handled her promotion. Well that was going back some time. Though it was only a year, she felt it'd been a life time, the experience was certainly ageing her in that respect. "My views on life are skewed, apparently," she started, giving Mariel fair warning, "so I would assume my definition of difficulty is too." She didn't seem to see challenges in the same way that others did. Her smile extending to her hazel eyes, Emily continued. "I'll admit, it wasn't easy stepping up when I did, all things considered. And criticism was always to be expected regardless of my age or experience..." The whole de Talone and Ferguson was certainly put a spanner in the works for her from the word go. Picking up the department as it had been was not an easy task, and to think they had just been getting back on track when this all went south, again. At least it wasn't her fault, or at least, she didn't think it was. "However, I'm fortunate enough to have some great staff, so I can't say it was all that difficult. There have always been challenges, these ones are just different to what I was used to at the time." It was just one of those things. If she wasn't a workaholic to begin with, then she'd have had a hellish time, but it was nothing new to her. Her years of service and unparalleled work ethic had paid off in the end -- even if she missed being an active Auror.
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Oh?
Emily exchanged a look with Mariel, it seemed this one wasn't hers which left her sitting and staring blankly. She knew muggles were weird creatures, but surely even they had their limits, no?
It wasn't until the woman introduced herself and her department that she blinked. IMC? ... Righto then.
"Emily Browne, Law Enforcement..." she supplied after Mariel's introduction.
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Well this wasn't the least bit awkward. Emily popped some more scroll in her mouth and raised her glass to her lips, downing a considerable portion of her latte. Welcome to the party?
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Originally Posted by HogwartsStudent11 Cynthia was feeling like a daredevil just for going over. These two women, she was pretty sure, were department heads. Where did she fit in? But the regret of her infrequent bout of sociableness didn't show on her face as she bit into her tuna sandwich.
"I'm new," she explained, though they could maybe tell, "and so far it's hectic. How are your departments dealing with...you know...the problem." She jerked her head toward the regular entrances to the Ministry.
Cynthia was surprised at her own new nature. She guessed it was out of curiosity. The witch really wanted to know more about the blocked-Ministry situation. Skewed? That was an interesting word. Mariel sometimes wondered how her own approach to life was viewed by others as she tended to look at things in her own analytical way. Skewed could be appropriate in some eyes. Distractedly picking at the last of her tuna croissant, Mariel thought over Emily's words regarding her own promotion a year or so ago. She knew she must have had a difficult time stepping into the void Ferguson had left and try to clean up the mess he had bequeathed on her while establishing her authority with the employees of her department. Mariel did not envy her there. "I can imagine," she said before popping the last bit of croissant into her mouth then washing it down with a sip of her latte. "That position seemed destined to be polarizing especially given the circumstances before you stepped up. I do have to say you manage to display grace under fire," she added with a smile. No matter what her opinion had been about the department and its capabilities, she did have to admit that Emily had done a rather good job of stepping into a leadership role and reigning them all in together. And Mariel herself wondered how well she would have been able to handle such public scrutiny had it been her, not that she would have been cut out for that type of job. It wasn't flattery, she knew how strong of a person it would have to take. And she truly hoped the department was now on the upswing.
The 28 year old did wonder about her fellow Head's opinions on changing relationships once one was a supervisor instead of just coworker. She had been having something of an issue there since she had been with her own department for four years now and maybe this was something of a change for some of her now employees, not that Mariel exactly had issue with commanding authority, but it was more of an issue of friendship and how that might change. Perhaps Emily didn't have that issue in her own department though and Mariel was reluctant to expand much more on the subject now that they had company at their table.
Green eyes shifted towards the newcomer as she spoke up and Mariel took a long sip of her latte as she mulled over her words. She was new.. to the Ministry or the area in general? The brunette was unsure, still a bit off-put by the woman's intrusion, though she supposed she could attribute that to.. a desire to make acquaintances within a new community? Still, there were more conventional ways of going about that. But she'd give her the benefit of the doubt for now and play nice.
Her eyes casually followed the direction of where Cynthia had jerked her head before settling on the woman again. "Hectic is a word for it," she started, somewhat amused. "Certainly isn't ideal," she continued, choosing her words carefully. "But we're managing. An airplane hangar probably would not be my first choice, but it suits our needs.. for now." She had to internally chuckle at the idea of actually being in charge of airplanes had she worked there as a muggle. Just.. no. "You're not enjoying your arrangement?" she asked, tilting her head curiously towards her. She said IMC, right? She had spoken to Gidyun about his department. Didn't seem nearly as bad minus the muggles sticking their noses in their business.
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