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emjay · 05-20-2014, 12:51 AM

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Originally Posted by ArianaBlack

Oh. So she's not the help? Re-accessed the ministry? Chizpurfle infestation? Could someone please explain what was going on because this was all news to Blake. Ugh. Why was everything such a mess. Getting all the way to his department was enough of a struggle and now all of this. Yet, no one had cared to clue him in on what exactly happened here. Of course his brother, in America, didn't subscribe to the daily prophet as per his (muggle) wife's request. So how was he supposed to know anything?? "Uh, Mrs. I'm afraid I don't really understand what exactly happened here?" Blake commented whilst eyeing all the rubble.

Wait.... She's the new department head? Oops. He should probably apologize then, right? "Oh." Meh he would skip apologies for now. Wait-- Did she just say that his first task was to clean? Wasn't there... help for that? And didn't another man just leave the office? Why didn't she ask HIM to help? Clearly Blake had a problem with all of this dirt. First day back and he was being forced to do manual labor? He didn't sign up to be on the maintenance staff. Is this what years of valuable Quidditch knowledge brought him? HMPH. He did not go through seven years of Hogwarts for this nonsense.

Nevertheless, Blake caught the bottle she threw, perfectly might he add, and managed to let out nothing but a small sigh. After all this Mariel chick was his boss now. So he really had no choice in the matter. AND no magic?! This just keeps getting worse and worse. What does he look like, a house elf? "Alright... I guess I'll start working on helping clear up this mess." Really there was no one better for the job than Blake. He was quite fastidious and his "neat-freak" nature was starting to kick in, though he would never admit these quirks out loud. He would be working until the office looked absolutely perfect because as a "closet-ed" perfectionist, that's what he did. So starting in the corner of the room he sprayed along everything in an attempt to disinfect and get rid of the infestation.

Right. He probably wouldn't know what was going on here, would he? Not when he was off in... the US, wasn't it? For at least a few years, she was pretty sure. But Mariel had been focused on his abruptness to really acknowledge that fact. She took a deep breath to calm her irritation before she began to fill him in. "It seems a lot has happened since you've been gone," she said, watching him as he looked at the mess. "Certainly not the welcome back you were hoping for, I'd assume..." Maybe that's where the attitude had come from and she could certainly understand that - her own patience for the situation had worn dangerously thin.

She didn't feel the need to comment on the mess last year and the mutants that ended up overrunning the Ministry, though Mariel did briefly wonder if there was a connection or maybe they were just cursed to have infliction after infliction. It was probably plenty to give him the condensed version of their current state - or at least as much as she knew of it. "After the Ministry closed for our annual holiday last December, we were unable to get back inside once it was to reopen for the new year. All of the traditional entry points were non-functioning. You couldn't even apparate inside. No one knew what was going on or why. While the Department Heads set to figure things out, all of our departments were temporarily relocated around Muggle London so we could continue work uninterrupted." She wasn't going to go into the details of their limited magic, use of Muggle transportation for a time, and, much like they had to do now, clean before they could even get started. It had been beyond frustrating.

"Not long ago," she continued, "a few of us got together to force our way back in." They still hadn't figured things out in that time and Mariel knew that being inside would probably give them a clue as to what was keeping them out. "This is pretty much what we've discovered," she added, gesturing to the mess around them both. "A rather large chizpurfle infestation has apparently caused all of this damage and that's what we're dealing with now. Not something any of us were happy to be welcomed with either, as I'm sure you can imagine." Especially not after they had been dealing with one seeming catastrophe after another for over a year now.

Well.. Blake seemed to be a team player so far and that was a good thing. Her team was exactly that.. a team. And she hoped the man would fit in seamlessly. "I appreciate that," she said as he got to work and she stepped back to the coffee cart to grab a bottle for herself. Once she returned, she gave him an approving nod as he worked and she began spraying at the other end of the room. With the two of them, they could make quick work of this room then see what else needed done. Maybe not much with the rest of her team working in other areas. "So, Blake," she began as she continued working. "I looked over your paperwork before we were back in the building. You're hoping to return to the Quidditch Division?" It would certainly seem that way from his credentials, but if he was looking for a different position, she supposed she could discuss that with them. Though with the things they had planned, she needed the bulk of the work to go to Quidditch. And then she should probably fill him in on the recent threats too, ugh..

05-20-2014, 12:51 AM	#13 (permalink)
emjay DMAC & DERP Pygmy Puff Join Date: Jun 2008 Location: working Posts: 18,082 Hogwarts RPG Name: Phoenix Marchbanks Ravenclaw Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Wiley Whittebrook Hufflepuff Second Year x12 x5	Unforgivably Cursed \| adultescent Quote: Originally Posted by ArianaBlack Oh. So she's not the help? Re-accessed the ministry? Chizpurfle infestation? Could someone please explain what was going on because this was all news to Blake. Ugh. Why was everything such a mess. Getting all the way to his department was enough of a struggle and now all of this. Yet, no one had cared to clue him in on what exactly happened here. Of course his brother, in America, didn't subscribe to the daily prophet as per his (muggle) wife's request. So how was he supposed to know anything?? "Uh, Mrs. I'm afraid I don't really understand what exactly happened here?" Blake commented whilst eyeing all the rubble. Wait.... She's the new department head? Oops. He should probably apologize then, right? "Oh." Meh he would skip apologies for now. Wait-- Did she just say that his first task was to clean? Wasn't there... help for that? And didn't another man just leave the office? Why didn't she ask HIM to help? Clearly Blake had a problem with all of this dirt. First day back and he was being forced to do manual labor? He didn't sign up to be on the maintenance staff. Is this what years of valuable Quidditch knowledge brought him? HMPH. He did not go through seven years of Hogwarts for this nonsense. Nevertheless, Blake caught the bottle she threw, perfectly might he add, and managed to let out nothing but a small sigh. After all this Mariel chick was his boss now. So he really had no choice in the matter. AND no magic?! This just keeps getting worse and worse. What does he look like, a house elf? "Alright... I guess I'll start working on helping clear up this mess." Really there was no one better for the job than Blake. He was quite fastidious and his "neat-freak" nature was starting to kick in, though he would never admit these quirks out loud. He would be working until the office looked absolutely perfect because as a "closet-ed" perfectionist, that's what he did. So starting in the corner of the room he sprayed along everything in an attempt to disinfect and get rid of the infestation. Right. He probably wouldn't know what was going on here, would he? Not when he was off in... the US, wasn't it? For at least a few years, she was pretty sure. But Mariel had been focused on his abruptness to really acknowledge that fact. She took a deep breath to calm her irritation before she began to fill him in. "It seems a lot has happened since you've been gone," she said, watching him as he looked at the mess. "Certainly not the welcome back you were hoping for, I'd assume..." Maybe that's where the attitude had come from and she could certainly understand that - her own patience for the situation had worn dangerously thin. She didn't feel the need to comment on the mess last year and the mutants that ended up overrunning the Ministry, though Mariel did briefly wonder if there was a connection or maybe they were just cursed to have infliction after infliction. It was probably plenty to give him the condensed version of their current state - or at least as much as she knew of it. "After the Ministry closed for our annual holiday last December, we were unable to get back inside once it was to reopen for the new year. All of the traditional entry points were non-functioning. You couldn't even apparate inside. No one knew what was going on or why. While the Department Heads set to figure things out, all of our departments were temporarily relocated around Muggle London so we could continue work uninterrupted." She wasn't going to go into the details of their limited magic, use of Muggle transportation for a time, and, much like they had to do now, clean before they could even get started. It had been beyond frustrating. "Not long ago," she continued, "a few of us got together to force our way back in." They still hadn't figured things out in that time and Mariel knew that being inside would probably give them a clue as to what was keeping them out. "This is pretty much what we've discovered," she added, gesturing to the mess around them both. "A rather large chizpurfle infestation has apparently caused all of this damage and that's what we're dealing with now. Not something any of us were happy to be welcomed with either, as I'm sure you can imagine." Especially not after they had been dealing with one seeming catastrophe after another for over a year now. Well.. Blake seemed to be a team player so far and that was a good thing. Her team was exactly that.. a team. And she hoped the man would fit in seamlessly. "I appreciate that," she said as he got to work and she stepped back to the coffee cart to grab a bottle for herself. Once she returned, she gave him an approving nod as he worked and she began spraying at the other end of the room. With the two of them, they could make quick work of this room then see what else needed done. Maybe not much with the rest of her team working in other areas. "So, Blake," she began as she continued working. "I looked over your paperwork before we were back in the building. You're hoping to return to the Quidditch Division?" It would certainly seem that way from his credentials, but if he was looking for a different position, she supposed she could discuss that with them. Though with the things they had planned, she needed the bulk of the work to go to Quidditch. And then she should probably fill him in on the recent threats too, ugh.. __________________ started like a knight in a fairytale_______________________________________________ ended like a moth in flames______________________ ______________________don't you worry I'll be fine _________________________________________________you were good for the plot line