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Originally Posted by Con Man Teal was underlining something on that piece of paper when he heard the door begin to open, he glanced up from the top of his eyes to see who the newcomer was. He was overcome with darkness, and it seemed like his pupils had to dilate to the different hue. However, as his memory began to go into full force he remembered the groggy night just a few days ago where he did see this woman. And with that thought, he pressed his lips together tightly as his face gathered a sort of involuntary grimace. He couldn’t believe that it was this girl, small world indeed, he couldn’t help to think.
Teal nodded as she presumed that he was Mr. Andrus. “That would be me.” he said rather professionally. He didn’t however, attempt to give her the option of calling him by his first name as he did with most employee’s, that would be absurd. It seemed, as she looked up at him and saw his face, that she had recognized him instantly. Her voice went to a sort of polite to something rather hostile. Yes, she had definitely recognized him. She approached the desk, and Teal looked up to her with a blank, unreadable expression. However, dislike was definitely burrowed deep inside him. At the question of him being her new boss, Teal nodded once again. “I am indeed.” he droned, but as he was about to guess on what her name was she introduced herself fully. She sounded hateful, not changing the way she dressed? That might pose a problem, she was going to be wearing her badge though; Ministry regulations, she couldn’t avoid that. “It’s a pleasure, Roxie.” he said, wondering if the first name address was going to bother her. “The Division is busy this week, so I’ll be stopping by your office to brief you later.” He said, then looking to her apparel. Although he wished she would wear Ministry robes, he couldn’t make her. Teal merely looked up to the woman blankly and laid her new badge on the desk before her. “Fine, you will be wearing this though.” he stated, looking back over to Raven Athlon, wondering what was going through the girls mind at the moment. Quote:
Originally Posted by Con Man Teal looked into the dark figure of Roxie Mathias as there was yet another knock at the door. Merlin, does it ever stop? Teal took a deep breath and looked over Ms. Mathias as the door creaked open. He had never been this busy in his life, it was quite outrageous. As the guy asked if it was a bad time, Teal shook his head and welcomed the man in. "Not at all." Teal said, knowing that he was the other new addition the the Dragon Bureau. "Actually, Mr. Griffin, it's perfect timing. This is your new co-worker in the Bureau." he said, giving a nod into the direction of Ms. Mathias. These two better get along, Teal figured. Arguements in handling dragon's never ended well, Teal knew this from experience. Quote:
Originally Posted by lunalunatic13 Alex looked at his new co-worker, not at all put off by her appearance. He held out his hand and said, "Alex Griffin." Ignoring 'Mr.Andrus', Roxie's eyes eagerly took over the office, searching for any little detail or frill to make fun of. A mother surrounded by more cats than at a tuna convention? An old girlfriend at a family picnic? Him in glasses and headgear? A suffocating feeling doused her when nothing offered a handhold of revenge. Dammit. A professional one at work. So he saves the notoriety for the pubs, eh? Roxie's mouth flexed into a hard, stony line as she ingested Andrus's words, registering the coldness, feeding from it. She leered in response. "I'm glad you think it's a pleasure," she shot back honestly, albeit tactlessly. "Well, to be clear, Mr. Andrus," she continued, choosing to meet the unworthy man's eye as she laid her cards on the table. "I am here to do my job. I don't do tupperware parties. I don't do baby showers. If you need a volunteer for Sissy Sissington's 32nd anniversary as this floor's janitor, you can automatically scratch me off the list." Firmly her head bobbed. Her razor-sharp ebony nails made a horrendous shrieking noise against the lacquered finish of the chair arm. Roxie raked her brain for more bludgeoning remarks that wouls assign Mr. Andrus a new migraine prescription. "I just handle the fire-breathers and I can guarantee you one thing." She grinned, the fat tongue stud snining brightly with every swift, biting move of her lips. "I'm more of a pain in the butt that they'll ever be. So, I'll earn every Knut of my paycheck. I also don't give a damn about whatever happened at the Cauldron." Her brows knit as she bent toward Teal, scrutizing him beadily. If he wasn't aware of how many spikes she wore at the moment, he would now recognize what those beads lining her corset were. She smiled. "I'm actually in a quite good mood, no need to get testy, mate. I'm rather excited to do the job." Cue heinous grin. Hold it. Hold. It. Satisfied, she leaned back, unable to breathe that polo-playing, lawn party cologne of his without wearing her lunch. "Wearing what?" Her head snapped down hawkishly, preying on the shining ministry badge that sat in Teal's outstretched palm. God, if that thing was a pink suit, I don't care. I'll live in the gutter and eat my guitar. Still, it's a badge. How Girl Scout Wizards. Gee, I wonder what prize they give for most Cockroach Clusters sold? Her pinkie nail unintentionally scratched the surface of his hand as she snatched the badge, rolling her eyes at it. "Yeah, right, s'pose this has a tracker, eh? Like a wildebeest? Making sure that we're not going to a secret Death Eater cult or smuggling ashwinder eggs for our next bonfire, eh boss?" Tossing her head, a hollow laugh escaped her throat as she pinned the badge onto her lapel, throwing him a heaping mockery of a wink. "Aye aye boss!" Her rigid hand glanced off her forehead in a pin-straight salute. "I..." Roxie, like Teal, reached the end of her rope when the door banged open. Of course, where Teal had a nice, healthy rope, Roxie had about a centimeter to her good name. "Next!" she crowed at the gentleman at the door, reclining possessively in her seat as her eyes eerily darted back and forth between the two men, like observing a tennis match. Her mood became steadily brighter and sunnier---she felt like feeding deer and bluebirds---as a new co-worker was introduced. Yeah, right. "Fine, fine," she tutted, crossing her arms over her chest and appraising the man with forbidding eyes. Who extended a hand. Staring at it warily, Roxie pulled a confused face before aiming a creepy finger at it, the one with the skull ring as it happened. "What? You want me to bite it off or something?"
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