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Leeness · 09-24-2009, 04:32 PM

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Originally Posted by acidpops

Gideon snorted loudly. A support group for ghosts? What next? A tea party for the goblins? Gideon leaned back in his chair with his hands folded behind his head and his legs stretched out in front of him. He tried to follow what everyone was talking about, but until he heard the word 'werewolf,' he wasn't going to care all that much.

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Originally Posted by Riverlynn

Rowan listened idley as the conversation first went to the original failed attempt at talking to the centaurs and then to a ghost support group.

Wait...what? Ghost...support...group? Rowan had to really try at not bursting into outright laughter, instead she managed an indelicate snort and covered it up (hopeful) by coughing. Wow. That was very unladylike. Still smiling slightly she reoriented herself to the conversation and the fact that there seemed to be quite a few people coming into the meeting late.

Well better late then never.

Kaylee pouted, not appreciating the snorting from her colleagues as she described the ghost support group! Hmph! How rude! She was just about to pass comment on how they were smelly or something of the like when Chad butted in and came to the rescue, calming her slightly.

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Originally Posted by Tailzinator

"Laugh...if you will," Chad smiled at those who had taken the chance to snort, "but, ghosts are just like human beings! They still have feelings...and they have issues. You never know, a support group may be just what they need to rest in peace," he smiled. He hoped someone would pick up on his joke. If not, oooh well.

He paused and watched as there was a sudden influx of employees into the office. He smiled as each one of them took a seat at the table. "WAIT. Let me guess," he smirked, folding his arms across his chest. "A black hole opened up in the floor and mystical monsters from the planet Never never land appeared and attacked, HENCE, why you are late. Please, I understand," he laughed, waiting for the rest of them to sit down. "Oh please, no killing yourself," he added with a worried look as he peered around to look at the woman who had tripped.

"Moving on!" Chad said, addressing the slowly growing crowd. "I am pleased to announce that we have once again been given the opportunity to host the quidditch world cup!" Chad almost bounced in excitement, but he managed to contain himself. "Exciteeementtt!"

What a guy! She grinned, pleased that he had managed to laugh it off and she did very much enjoy his joke (although she was unsure that any ghostly beings would share the same views. But she let this pass.)

"Oh we do?" she bounced up and down, excited. She LOVED Quidditch. "Before I started working here," she said, beginning her lifestory, "I traveled the world, getting to experience different cultures and how different wizarding communities function! And I would never miss a game no matter where it was. It's so exciting to see how different countries represent and host the tournament. I hope we are doing something spectacular."

Yep, she just went on and on and on and on.

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Originally Posted by druidflower

Ug! It was a casual day. She did not CARE!

George felt like she'd been poisoned. Someone had laced her midnight snack (a pint of pumpkin pasty ice cream from Florean Fortescues) with Bubotuber pus, it was the only explanation.

She felt so vile that she could not be bothered with snappy clothes, and she could not even handle the smell of coffee, which was distinctly odd. She lived on coffee. It was possibly flowing through her veins instead of blood. Having missed out on her daily dose of caffeine she was even crankier than usual, Merlin help any newbie who got in her way, for she had already given a young wizard a severe dressing down for smiling too much in her presence.

George trudged into the conference room and dropped into a chair at the 'I'm important' end of the conference table. A dark look settled on her face as she stared around the room, from underneath her mane of red hair, decidedly lank this morning. Oh Bunny would not approve.

And then. Oh no. Oh MERLIN no! "Georgia MAYES!?" she practically blurted out as she saw the fiery red head walk into the conference room and and... sit in the other division head seat! Oh MERLIN! No way! O__________O

"Erm.. hi," she added on, not wanting to look like a total imbecile for calling out the woman's name. She quickly grabbed her hair and began playing with it frantically. What on EARTH was she doing here? Her first job WOULD have to include THIS woman... at least it wasn't Anastasia Bunbury - that was for sure!

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Originally Posted by Tailzinator

"Ahh! Oui! Ten points to the man with the fantastic accent," Chad laughed pointing to Mr. Spence, trying not to fall over laughing. Ohh, that had been simply amazing.

Clearing his throat and deciding that it would be best to calm down so that he could continue, Chad ruffled a few papers, to jog his memory about what exactly it was that they had to do. "Ah....oui," he mumbled, finally remembering and then looking back to the crowd.

"Time to be serious," he sighed and looked around the room. "Our department is required to release an official statement: should creatures be allowed to attend? More specifically, which ones? We do have to keep in mind..that there is a vast population that where we need to please at least the majority. So, this means taking into account the recent events at Hogwarts. PLUS, the fact that the quidditch world cup is set to take place very close to another full moon.

"Beast division employees: What are your feelings or thoughts on this?"

"My spirits will be free to attend, i'm sure. Ghosts cause no harm, although I wouldn't object to NOT inviting poltergeists - they can just get so pesky!" she flung her hand about in the air as if trying to get rid of an invisible fly. She didn't feel the need to pass comment on the other departments territory.

09-24-2009, 04:32 PM	#204 (permalink)
Leeness Granian Join Date: Jul 2004 Location: Scotland, UK Posts: 21,308 Hogwarts RPG Name: Elijah Wilde Graduated	Farmer Carter \| \| Ama's Secret Quote: Originally Posted by acidpops Gideon snorted loudly. A support group for ghosts? What next? A tea party for the goblins? Gideon leaned back in his chair with his hands folded behind his head and his legs stretched out in front of him. He tried to follow what everyone was talking about, but until he heard the word 'werewolf,' he wasn't going to care all that much. Quote: Originally Posted by Riverlynn Rowan listened idley as the conversation first went to the original failed attempt at talking to the centaurs and then to a ghost support group. Wait...what? Ghost...support...group? Rowan had to really try at not bursting into outright laughter, instead she managed an indelicate snort and covered it up (hopeful) by coughing. Wow. That was very unladylike. Still smiling slightly she reoriented herself to the conversation and the fact that there seemed to be quite a few people coming into the meeting late. Well better late then never. Kaylee pouted, not appreciating the snorting from her colleagues as she described the ghost support group! Hmph! How rude! She was just about to pass comment on how they were smelly or something of the like when Chad butted in and came to the rescue, calming her slightly. Quote: Originally Posted by Tailzinator "Laugh...if you will," Chad smiled at those who had taken the chance to snort, "but, ghosts are just like human beings! They still have feelings...and they have issues. You never know, a support group may be just what they need to rest in peace," he smiled. He hoped someone would pick up on his joke. If not, oooh well. He paused and watched as there was a sudden influx of employees into the office. He smiled as each one of them took a seat at the table. "WAIT. Let me guess," he smirked, folding his arms across his chest. "A black hole opened up in the floor and mystical monsters from the planet Never never land appeared and attacked, HENCE, why you are late. Please, I understand," he laughed, waiting for the rest of them to sit down. "Oh please, no killing yourself," he added with a worried look as he peered around to look at the woman who had tripped. "Moving on!" Chad said, addressing the slowly growing crowd. "I am pleased to announce that we have once again been given the opportunity to host the quidditch world cup!" Chad almost bounced in excitement, but he managed to contain himself. "Exciteeementtt!" What a guy! She grinned, pleased that he had managed to laugh it off and she did very much enjoy his joke (although she was unsure that any ghostly beings would share the same views. But she let this pass.) "Oh we do?" she bounced up and down, excited. She LOVED Quidditch. "Before I started working here," she said, beginning her lifestory, "I traveled the world, getting to experience different cultures and how different wizarding communities function! And I would never miss a game no matter where it was. It's so exciting to see how different countries represent and host the tournament. I hope we are doing something spectacular." Yep, she just went on and on and on and on. Quote: Originally Posted by druidflower Ug! It was a casual day. She did not CARE! George felt like she'd been poisoned. Someone had laced her midnight snack (a pint of pumpkin pasty ice cream from Florean Fortescues) with Bubotuber pus, it was the only explanation. She felt so vile that she could not be bothered with snappy clothes, and she could not even handle the smell of coffee, which was distinctly odd. She lived on coffee. It was possibly flowing through her veins instead of blood. Having missed out on her daily dose of caffeine she was even crankier than usual, Merlin help any newbie who got in her way, for she had already given a young wizard a severe dressing down for smiling too much in her presence. George trudged into the conference room and dropped into a chair at the 'I'm important' end of the conference table. A dark look settled on her face as she stared around the room, from underneath her mane of red hair, decidedly lank this morning. Oh Bunny would not approve. And then. Oh no. Oh MERLIN no! "Georgia MAYES!?" she practically blurted out as she saw the fiery red head walk into the conference room and and... sit in the other division head seat! Oh MERLIN! No way! O__________O "Erm.. hi," she added on, not wanting to look like a total imbecile for calling out the woman's name. She quickly grabbed her hair and began playing with it frantically. What on EARTH was she doing here? Her first job WOULD have to include THIS woman... at least it wasn't Anastasia Bunbury - that was for sure! Quote: Originally Posted by Tailzinator "Ahh! Oui! Ten points to the man with the fantastic accent," Chad laughed pointing to Mr. Spence, trying not to fall over laughing. Ohh, that had been simply amazing. Clearing his throat and deciding that it would be best to calm down so that he could continue, Chad ruffled a few papers, to jog his memory about what exactly it was that they had to do. "Ah....oui," he mumbled, finally remembering and then looking back to the crowd. "Time to be serious," he sighed and looked around the room. "Our department is required to release an official statement: should creatures be allowed to attend? More specifically, which ones? We do have to keep in mind..that there is a vast population that where we need to please at least the majority. So, this means taking into account the recent events at Hogwarts. PLUS, the fact that the quidditch world cup is set to take place very close to another full moon. "Beast division employees: What are your feelings or thoughts on this?" "My spirits will be free to attend, i'm sure. Ghosts cause no harm, although I wouldn't object to NOT inviting poltergeists - they can just get so pesky!" she flung her hand about in the air as if trying to get rid of an invisible fly. She didn't feel the need to pass comment on the other departments territory.