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Laura's swept around the room. Gosh. The Ministry remodel seemed like a distant memory now. The new work space was familiar to her eyes. As if it had always been like that.
But then again, not really. She could still clearly recall her days working in the Portkey Office, designated exclusively for Portkey employees. Yes, that was right. She was a Portkey employee at that point, working under Armen. And to think she very nearly decided to go to Muggle university instead of coming to work at the Ministry after Hogwarts.
Laura glanced at Armen, whom she was now colleagues with, and caught his grin. There was a grin that had never failed to make her grin back. "Good morning yourself," she said brightly. She reflexively adjusted her glasses a bit at their mention. He liked them. She was glad. She was slightly self-conscious about them herself. "Thanks. I've only had them today," she replied. "How fares the Portkey division?" she asked, eying the paperwork piled up on Armen's desk.
Armen had to chuckle a bit at the abruptness of Laura's expression change when she noticed he was talking to her. He had that effect on people sometimes, he assumed it was his up-beat attitude but who knew.
"Really, your first time with them? Well they look great on you." he nodded. He had almost needed glasses but couldn't find any that fit his face so he opted against them, vain? Oh well. His collegue didn't have that problem she looked pretty good with them.
How was his Division going?
"Well Potkeys are about the same as they normally are. You would think since we are in a period of familiarity, what with no major reforms in the actual use of Portkeys, we would have less trouble but apparently not. Wizards seem to think they need a Portkey for everything." he said with a sigh gesturing to the rather large stack of request forms on his desk.
"I mean, don't get me wrong, it's good for business but to request a Portkey for your son's first term to Hogwarts? Don't they know there is a train?" he said with a laugh and then took the 'DENIED' stamp and put it down on the parchment, scribbling a note on the side about the Hogwarts Express.
"So how is broom regulatory, any wizards spotted flying down muggle streets?" he grinned.
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Nordic Witch The sudden end to the competition had been abrupt and upsetting. Ingrid had looked forward to working with the other divisions. But in the last couple of weeks she had had enough work on her plate to make her forget the competition all together. This early day Ingrid came into the cubicle area dusty, tired and with a huge stack of files under her arm. Unauthorized apparition was a right pain in the butt. The dark haired division head passed several employee on her way to her desk mumbling "Hello!" to each and everyone of them. When she reached her desk Ingrid dropped the files with a small thud as a result and gave off a loud sigh. Sometimes people were just weird.
Just as he had inquired about Luara's division, another one of the four Division Heads entered the work area, Ingrid from Apparation, his old place of work. She looked stressed, and he understood her about now. He gave her a tired little smile and then put his hand on her arm as she reached his and Laura's desks.
"It will be ok I promise Ingrid, we're both in this too." he chuckled poking his work papers and eying Laura's.
"So what's the news with Apparation?" Armen said with enthusiasm for he now had an excuse to stop working for a while.