Minister's Office Conference Room

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The Minister's Office Conference Room serves as a meeting area for the Minister of Magic, Undersecretaries', Advisors, Supervisors, Liaisons, and any other individual or group they need to meet with. Administration at the front desk keeps track of who has scheduled a meeting in the conference room, so you'll need to check in at the front desks for all available times if you need to meet here.

The room is fairly large and features a long, oval-shaped meeting table in the center of the room. A refreshment table lines the left wall, and during the times in which a meeting is scheduled, Administration fills the table with drinks, such as coffee and water, and a wide assortment of pastries and other treats. The right side of the room has been left open and has an adequate amount of space for people to move about or conduct a demonstration.

After seeing the notice, Helena quickly made her way to the conference room. A parchment notepad in one hand, and her quill stuffed into her pony-tail. The blonde woman opened the door slowly.... Oh. There was no one else in there. She was really the first one to get there? ... Well. That really was a first! Ignoring the refreshments that were at the side of the room, the woman went over to the large, oval table and sat down in a random seat; placing her notepad on top of the desk. Surely everyone else wouldn't be too long getting here...

After seeing the notice on the Announcement Board, Mason went ahead and found his way to the Conference Room. And, he was the second one there. He made eye contact with the woman in the room and gave her a nod. "Hello." He greeted. A long, oval table was in the center of the room so he found an empty chair (which was almost all of them) and plopped down in one.

Hmm. Squishy. He looked around the room. It was rather boring in his opinion, but then again, his opinion didn't really matter did it?

Medea immediately made her way to the conference room; she would not be late. She was never late. Her black cloak swished at her ankles as she walked into the room. The room looked comfortable, she wished it didn’t. The dark haired woman didn’t believe work was a place to feel ‘squishy’ and comfortable. Whatever. It wasn’t her choice…. Yet. Oh yes, if it was her choice all the chairs would be stiff backed wood apparatuses.

Her eyes landed on a woman, and then her Leo Mason Mr. Everard. Without a word she sat down directly across from Mason.

Without looking up, she opened a file she carried in and started to review the information. There were things she could do while she was waiting for the meeting to start. Medea started to review the possibilities for her minions.

Straightening his checkered bow tie as he entered the room, Nolan Reynolds smiled and tried to look all important as he took his seat at the conference table. His FIRST meeting as Junior Undersecretary, how exciting! He sort of wished it would be with anyone BUT Borr as Minister but...whatever, still exciting!

"Hello all," he said happily as he pulled out his quill and parchment and readied himself for the meeting.

So she wasn't the first one here! That was a good sign! And she wasn't the last one either. Yay, timing matters. The blonde checked her watch as she walked into the Conference room with a bag filled with a notebook, two sealed bottles of ink, and two quills. Just in case one broke. "Hello," she said to all of them as she found a seat on one side of the attractive young man (sarahkbarret). She smiled at the woman (Nixy) she had met earlier when they were both fanning the Minister.

Tasha was lead still by the man in shackles. She slowly went to her seat, putting her hands on her lap so that people wouldn't notice her hand cuffs. But surely they would notice a man standing behind her.

Sterling had seen the notice in the notice board as soon as it was pinned, but he'd taken his time to arrive. After all, he didn't want to be the first one to get there; it'd be unecessarily awkward and Sterling wasn't all that fond of doing the entire AWKWARD thing. He refused to.

More often than not, though, it was hard to avoid. Idly, he scratched one of his cheekbones as he strolled inside the conference room. His greeting was a quiet, "Hello," and his feet automatically took him to stand to his fellow Maintenance employee, dressed in the usual navy blue robes.

Violet waited until it was nearly meeting time to arrive, simply because she was the only receptionist at the front desk and didn't want to abandon her post. What if someone needed information?

She slipped into a nearby chair and pulled out a piece of parchment from her expandable folder. Next, her quill and two different colors of ink, black and red, just to keep her notes organized by color. This was a big meeting- the first with the Minister! She wanted to be extra prepared.

She looked around for familiar faces and hoped one of her newly-made friends would take a seat near her. It would ease her nerves.

Oh, she had a meeting? This was starting to get worse for the poor woman. She'd told him about on the way up to level one in the lift, and now they were actually in the room with people there to see, he was feeling slightly sorry for her. The shackles he'd put on her wrists were not exactly subtle ones, and she appeared to be trying to hide them under the table. Gabriel just stood back, behind her chair but with his back to the wall, eyeing everybody else. This wasn't his meeting, so hopefully the chair of it wouldn't mind him being there. But he had a thought....

"Miss Starr. Perhaps if you made a start on the apology letter while you wait, it would get rid of me quicker - and those handcuffs," he whispered, leaning towards the woman's shoulder and smiling gently. And gas bag would be happy, and they could both go about their business. Her with a meeting, and him catching proper criminals.

The Minister of Magic (acting) shoved the door open with his cane, announcing his arrival with a bang. "Ho OH! I see some of you are early! GOOD ON YOU! But don't think this gets you ahead in my eyes. NO SIR. I know a brown-noser when I see one."

Minister Borr waddled to the front of the room where he shed his outer cloak on Junior and then tossed his cane to whoever was nearby. He noted that SECURITY had had the smarts enough to SHOW UP.

"I like your thinking ahead," he addressed the head of security. "How is our prisoner doing?" Lord Borr chuckled to himself, "We don't work on a strike system here! This isn't American baseball! This is your JOB! Your MINISTRY! Your LIFE and the well being of ALL our citizens! You mess up again, PRISONER and TRAITOR, and you'll find yourself in AZKABAN. Isn't that right, Gabe?"

"YOU ALL WRITING THIS DOWN? MEETING HAS BEGUN. TREASON WILL NOT BE TOLERATED!"

After his speech, the Minister of Magic took his seat. "Any questions so far? You there - Maintenance worker - get me a wet cloth and something to drink."

Helena looked up as Borr made his way into the room. Up until that point, she'd not really paid anyone else much attention. She'd offered people the odd nod, but that was it. She offered the Minister a small smile in welcome.

She watched as he began to talk, frowning and eyeing the person he was talking to. Wasn't that Tasha? ... Ryan's friend's girlfriend? Oh dear... Helena looked at her for a moment with her head tilted to the side. There was a reassuring smile on her face. Y'know, just in case she looked over Helena's way.

Azkaban???? What on Earth did she do that was THAT worthy of prison in Borr's eyes? Sneeze without permission?

...

Writing things down?! What was there to write down?!? Either way, the blonde woman removed the quill from her hair and opened her notepad. Scribbling the date and the words "Meeting notes" at the top of the page, Helena rolled her eyes as she wrote down "treason won't be tolerated". Like there's ever been a leader in the History of forever who tolerated treason... Silly man.

Nolan jumped as the Minister arrived in his usual, loud manner, and as he was deciding whether or not he should stand up and address him as he entered the room...his cloak was thrown on him. The room went dark and the smell of some serious body odor flooded Nolan's nostrils. Gagging silently while the cloak was still over his head, so the Minister couldn't see, he composed himself and pulled it off his now MESSED UP hair, folding it neatly and setting it on the chair next to him. He patted his hair a few times and tried to put it back into place, but the damage was done.

He looked around and everyone and began to take down notes, trying to silently send mental messages to the woman in shackles that she'd be ok if she just held her tongue. He vaguely recognized her from...somewhere, he wasn't sure where.

Ryuu rubbed his temples. It was muuuch too early for this...man. Like, really? He went about twirling his pen amongst his fingers; there was no way he was going to take notes on treason not being tolerated. That was usually a given.

And soon the peaceful, quiet, sweet, heavenly room was no more. BAM! Loudness filled the room when the Minister headed in. Brown nosing? No way. Chiara was not one to be brown nosing, she did things mostly her way, yet she listened to others. *Ahem*. Well.. hadn't someone woken up on the wrong side of bed.. as usual. She kept a calm complexion and listened to the man rage. He would ask for advice when he needed it.

AZKABAN!? Wasn't that a little VERY extreme? Poor Tasha. Even though Chiara was new, she had heard about Tasha from the other workers. And Yikes at the mention of the prison where the dementors were Chiara blanched and kept her eyes on her notebook.

Chiara nodded quickly and grabbed her notes out, beginning to write down everything he said. The blonde kept her quill on the page.

Yaawwwn... Mason was nearly ready to fall asle-- BANG!

Scratch that. The mammoth had arrived.

He nearly jumped out of his johns, he was so startled. Returning his eyes to a normal size, Mason also returned his breathing pattern to normal and forced his adrenaline to slow down.

He tried not to make eye contact with Lord Borr as he yelled at and accused people for no apparent reason. Something in the back of his mind felt like merging the thought of Borr and Basilisk together; a look in the eyes of the giant man might kill him. And no one wanted that.

What, writing this down? Mason frantically grabbed his quill and wrote nonense down on to his parchment.

Wait. HE was a Maintenance worker. Mason looked up from his parchment and saw that it was he that Borr was referring to. Mason cleared his throat, daring not to look at Medea. The second most powerful person in the world. "Yes, sir." He said cooly, standing up.

He went to the refreshment bar and poured Borr a cup of black coffee. Now a cloth... Aha! Mason spotted a towel at the end of the table. Pulling out his wand, he cast a little water charm and got it wet, but not dripping.

Back at the table, he quickly set the Minister's coffee and cloth next to him on the table before returning to his seat... And praying to whatever higher powers above that Borr wouldn't find something worth of firing him for.

Perfect, this needs to be PERFECT. After all, he was not Alexander's assistant for nothing. However, there was a problem, Derrick Vanderbilt seemed to not be smart enough to ASK how Alexander liked his coffee before hand. It's time to hold your breath, take a wild guess, and hope you get it right. He filled the coffee cup and decided he might not be the type for just black coffee alone so he plopped in a couple sugar cubes and swirled the liquid a few times. That should do it. Derrick carefully brought the coffee over to where Alexander is supposed to be seated when he enters and waited.

Now looking around, Derrick saw the Junior Under Secretary and decided he should offer his assistance to him as well. "Excuse me Mr. Reynolds sir, can I get you anything?" Derrick may not be this guy's personal assistant, but he might as well ask anyways.

Of course, Derrick would have asked the Minister himself if he would like anything but since he already barked orders then the question seemed pointless.

Alexander finished up with the two meetings he'd scheduled with Andrei and Ward and then headed straight for the conference room. He'd called a meeting to discuss the memo Borr had sent around, and he hoped the level one employees, Maintenance included, could help with suggestions.

He felt in his pocket to make sure the memo was still safely tucked away. As ridiculous and unnecessary as it sounded, he realized that as long as Borr was Minister, he'd have to respond to such foolishness straight away. The memo was indeed in his pocket, and so he opened the door to the conference room and stepped inside.

Oh, dear Merlin. The Minister himself had already arrived, and of course the man was already barking orders about taking down notes--something about treason, he'd heard. Alexander eyed the Starr woman--why was the Human Resources Director in shackles? His eyebrows creased a little as he came to the assumption that Borr was somehow responsible.

He took a seat next to the Minister, spotted the coffee that had been prepared for him, and then gave Vanderbilt one nod of approval. Of course, that was until he took that first sip of his coffee, and then facial expression changed to one of slight disgust. He'd have to get with the assistant and discuss how he liked his coffee.

In the meantime, though, the meeting had begun, and Alexander had business of Borr's to discuss with the employees. First though, and despite the fact he feared he'd be spit on (as he remembered Borr had the tendency to do that when he talked), Alexander turned to the Minister. "Lord Borr," he greeted. "I hope you're doing well today." Alexander loathed calling the man Lord, yet he loathed being spit on even more. "I've called this meeting to discuss your memo," he said, "and to start brainstorming ideas on how we can..." How had the memo been worded again? Alexander pulled it out his pocket and used his quill to tap a particular part of it. "...liven up the work areas."

"Shall we begin?" he asked. In other words, did the Minister have anything else to say, shout, spit out, etc. before they got down to business?

Hunter was leaning up against the wall at the far end of the room as far away from Borr as he could possibly get. His quick quotes quill and notepad were hovering beside him, waiting to write down something constructive. So far all he had was a tiny little doodle in the top right hand corner.

He didn't think prisoners, baseball, treason or Azkaban had anything to do with him or his department. That was until the man just ordered one of his maintenance crew to get him a coffee and a wet cloth. Hunter raised his eyebrows. Wasn't that what his assistant was for?

Speaking of...

Hunter listened with interest as Alexander explained why they were here. Well he could think of one way to liven up the place and that would be to get rid of the fat, sweaty piece of lard that was sitting at the end of the table threatening everyone. But that was just his opinion.

Violet ended up on the receiving end of Lord Borr's hastly-thrown cane. She caught it clumsily, just managing to get her hand in front of her face before it blackened her eye (and ruined her eye makeup). It clattered on the desk as she fumbled to get control of it.

Should she put it down? Hold it at attention? Keep it levitating next to her?

Which move would NOT get her fired?!

She gulped and put it down- he told them to take notes, right?

Violet caught Chiara's eye for a moment and mimed utter panic. They'd have to talk about this lunatic and the fate of their careers in the breakroom later.

She quickly grabbed her quill:

Oh, so he had managed to get up from the poor man's back?

Eye twitch.

That voice was unmistakable. And it sent a shiver down Gabriel's spine. But he was going to be polite. Cordial. After all, what was that phrase? Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer.... Borr wasn't in the friend category, but he was the boss - mores the pity. Of course what made this situation worse was that the man was talking directly to Gabe himself. Groan.

"Thank you, Minister," he nodded. Although truthfully he was only there to accompany Miss Starr. Talking of which... "The prisoner is - behaving herself, Sir, yes." Not that she wasn't in the first place. "Her letter of apology will be with you by the end of the day. Once this meeting is over, she will get a chance to write it, I'm sure."

WAIT! WHAT? AZ. KA. BAN?

That seemed a little harsh for something that was merely an expression of opinion, but considering that opinion was not shared by Borr, Gabe wasn't that surprised. "Yes, sir." Three bags full, sir. Well what else could he say? Giving a knowing look to the woman they were talking about, Gabriel tried to blend into the the wall and let the rest of them get on with their meeting. He was there if he was needed...

After his trip to Levels two and Four. Zach noticed an announcement on the Bulletin Board.

A Meeting in the Conference Room - this will be good! he thought.

He opened the door and saw a few of his colleagues in there. He picked a spot where he can see everyone in the room and then he saw the Minister of magic come in.

As soon as the Minister uttered a word, Zach snapped his finger and a notepad and a quill appeared. He took down everything the Minister had said, eventhough he thought it isn't necessary to do so...

Questions? There nothing much on the meeting yet and he is asking for questions already? Hmmm... He scratched his chin with the tip of the pen...

Questions, questions, questions...

Amaria just looked at him startled. Questions, questions? She had many but they didn't seem much appropriate to be asking. What was this all about Azkaban. She knew it was the wizards jail, then why was he bringing it up.

Sighing Amaria directed her wand at her parchment copying down what he just said.

"AND?"

Minister Lord Borr's beady black eyes alternated between the cloth and the man, cloth to man. "I NEED my hands, boy! Put it on my brow! KEEP IT THERE TOO! It's been so bloody hot in this office! GET UP. No one gave you permission to sit down anyway."


Lord Borr gulped down his coffee then banged his cup back on the table. "Who is responsible for these tiny cups? Can't the Minister get a decent sized cup of coffee?" His attention turned to Alexander, where he was putting the blame for the offensive sized cups.

"Put the memo up on the big board, Alexander," not a request. "I'm disappointed this meeting hasn't already happened. I want some progress from this department and I WANT IT NOW." Lord Borr's giant hand came down with a loud SMACK onto the table.

He needed his cane to SMACK onto the table. "You there. SMACK the table with the cane! Hurry it up! Get everyone's attention!"

Violet JUMPED at the sound of his voice. Merlin's purple bikini! He's talking to me!!

"Y-yes sir!" she replied, eyes wide and face drained of a large percentage of blood.

She picked up the lunatic's Minister's cane and used her nervous energy to SMACK his cane on the table three times. She then quietly laid it on the table in front of her parchment, and picked up her quill with a trembling hand.