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Octavia wasn’t the most sociable of all the employees working within the department. She was at least a decade older than the majority of them and she felt a little awkward as they interacted with one another. Furthermore the majority of them worked within a different division to her own and being a member of the Wizengamot division the majority of the time left her in a sticky situation. Although it was true that she was offered a secondary position as the Auror Advisor and would be expected to work in close proximity with them anyway.
Arriving at work promptly and perfectly on time, the brunette approached her desk with a quick stride. She pulled out her chair and sat down on the comfy seat, adjusting its height to allow her ample space to work from. Her particular area was quiet and a brief sigh left her lips as she glanced around her fellow employees. Or rather the hordes of youngsters that seemed to infiltrate the Ministry year-by-year. It was lovely to see them taking an active interest in joining one of the, if not THE most important institutions in Britain’s Wizarding World but she really didn’t understand why people didn’t seem to stay around long.
Was it because there was something terribly wrong which you only discovered after years of working here. So far her time had been fine, there was certainly some experiences which she retained in her memory but the Greek had not found any reason to want to leave yet.
Other than being old enough to be a lot of these youngsters mother.
Now that was a scary thought.
The fourty-six year old (yes, so much older than the majority) offered a smile towards those already in discussion, the group that had formed over at the Auror desks. Her desk was wedged somewhere between the two groups considering her current role over both of the departments and she was just close enough to be able to talk to them should needs be.
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