Despite getting instructions, Blake was late to work. But could anyone really blame him? The Department of Mysteries was confusing, and he'd never been there before that morning. He felt rather out of sorts at that point. Due to the fact that he was working, Blake had pulled on dress robes. He wore pinstriped robes, a dark gray collared shirt, and a blue tie. He hated formal wear. He felt restricted and uncomfortable. But there wasn't much choice. He couldn't just show up to work in jeans and a t-shirt.

Blonde hair tousled, and hanging in his gray eyes Blake finally walked into the time room. It wasn't terribly difficult to tell that he'd found the right one. There were clocks everywhere, and a few other things that he assumed told time in some way or another. He didn't really take time to assess them all. He passed by a case of time turners as he walked further into the room, looking for his department head.

"Hello? Anyone here?" He called loudly, looking around for more people. After a while his ears detected some voice. Blake followed them, and came across a small group of people. He smiled cheerfully at them, and combed his tousled hair out of his eyes. "Morning. Sorry I'm late. Uh....I'm Blake." He stated. This job was the first one he'd had that didn't involve working with family. He wasn't entirely sure how to act really. But in the end of the day he'd never been the type to be unnaturally formal. It would have to be good enough to be himself.