Zach nodded at what his co-workers have to say, but he wanted to pursue the idea for some thought it was good.

"Well, since the streets are a bit narrow, we can alternate them in either side of the street." he said looking at them. That answers the claustrophobic problem.

"And it will work in any flooring, concrete, pavement, even in cobble. As long as we creat the hole in the road and properly arrange the trees, it will be a success." he said looking at the group as if giving a pep talk.

"Oh that sounds like a great idea!" she said sounding impressed. "Should we discuss what type of trees we should plant because like someone said before we can't go planting huge oak trees." she said while smiling.

Zach smiled and said, "Well, has anyone have any suggestions about which trees can we get?" he said thinking.

"And I can go to Level four to discuss the ordering of trees for us to use." he added.

"oh, thats a great Idea Zach. If you could please go ahead and go down to level four that would be great, and i trust your judgment about the trees. if you need a memo from me that is just fine, just let me know." she said while clinging to her clipboard.

Zach gave a smile, which fainted away quickly...

Well, he is a Ministry Adviser after all, and from the memo he got, he is one of those to oversee the whole project for level one... So, why would he need a memo?

He shrugged and ignored the thing that he heard.

"I'll send a memo on what we have concurred from level 4." he said and then turned around from the group and snapped his fingers. the floating quill and notepad beside him flew towards his desk and hid in the drawer.

He walked towards the reception area and is now heading towards Level 4.

Victoria was watching silently she nodded and finally said "Well, I don't know about you but I'm no expert at trees types" she simply said looking at the faces around her. She didn't know if that was wise to be said but she said it anyway, "So I guess it's a great idea to go ask level four" like they needed her approval of it!

She cleared her throat and continued "So as soon as Zach comes from there, maybe we should decide where shall we get the trees from?" she suggested "And I guess we should decide in which pattern shall we plant them" she added. Well, she herself didn't really know the pattern she was talking about, but she was sure that there must be a plan to plan trees. So she tried to explain her point as she leaned forward and placed her elbows on her knees "I mean we must have a layout of the street to organize the planting" she said.

She sighed she was really uncomfortable about this assignment. Planting trees!! That's Level four's work! But of course she wasn't going to complain about the assignment that has been given by the minister himself, was she?! She wondered if she was the only one feeling this.

Violet agreed. "Well, what department would have a drawing or a blueprint of Diagon Alley? We could at least start sketching possible designs and patterns. I'll volunteer to pick them up if anyone can tell me where they would be."

She did her best not to be disgruntled about the fact that everyone fell all over Zach's idea, even though she'd been the one to offer it only moments before him. He was a higher-up, and she was just a lowly receptionist, after all. She just needed to suck it up and be a team player.

A paper eagle came soaring around the group of people. It stopped in the middle and it opened its beak and the voice of Zach was heard bearing a message.

The eagle the soared high up the ceiling and landed on the trash bin near Zach's desk.

Medea was beyond pleased; she had just been promoted to Junior Undersecretary. Yes, she was technically the third in charge over the entire Ministry. MWAHAH! With a very swift swish her things gathered into a box and contemplated her awesome power.

The woman flashed a sly grin toward Ryuu, she had no idea if he saw it nor did she wait to find out. She could now boss him around! Medea couldn’t wait until he crossed her path again. With deep satisfaction she levitated her things in front of her as she headed out and down the hall to her new shared office.

Peering into the the work spaces and cubicles, Nala's eyebrows rose slightly. Well.. how did she know which one was hers? She decided to just take a chance. Selecting a cubicle near the back, Nala took a seat. Shoving her bag beside her seat she quckly checked around her space just to make sure it wasn't taken. Drumming her nails on the desk, the new emplyeee was not STUCK. Was somebody going to come and find her or did she just need to work it out herself?.. Pffff. Oh Merlin.

Medea unfortunately didn’t know artist to make a rendering of the Minister, surely one of these common workers would know someone. The dark haired Junior Undersecretary entered the room with a certain air, an air of ‘look at me, respect me, fear me.’ A lesser person would have to clear their throat and hope for the intended audience to notice; Medea knew her presence alone was enough to get their attention.

She stood there for a moment, silently letting them appreciate her awesomeness.

”Morning.” The woman simply stated, ”Some of you I am familiar with, others not so much.” She specifically looked at the new people. ”I am Ms. Ward, Junior Undersecretary to the Minister. “ Introductions were now over with, to business.

Medea now scanned the room, ”I hope that you have taken notice that the Minister has posted new tasks on the Task Board.” The woman pointed in the direction of said board and then looked to her notes. ”I’m here to assist in the completion of the list. Let’s start at the top.” She clucked her tongue and then looked at the room again; ”Is there any leaky, squeaky or otherwise in need of attention issues that you need the Maintenance Department to handle?”

At first, once in the room, Alice just stood there in the doorway, eyes slowly widening. There were cubicles everywhere! So. Many. Cubicles. She reflected, with regret, that she probably should have asked the secretary how she was supposed to know which one of them was hers. Alice hoped she wouldn't have to make a random guess. Maybe if she was lucky there would be some sort of indication, like a plaque on the side. With intentions of somehow scouting out her cubicle, Alice took a few steps away from the doorway....

...but then spotted someone who seemed to be in charge and quickly halted. She wasn't sure what it was about the woman that made her appear to have an air of authority, but, at least in Alice's head, it was clearly present. She didn't need to hear Medea introduce herself to know she must be one of the higher-ups.

Alice listened dutifully. She took notice of the task board once the Junior Undersecretary pointed it out, squinting a little in an effort to make out what the minister had written on it. When she found it wasn't close enough for her read, she frowned slightly, before turning her full attention back to the Medea. Alright... Okay!.... Errr, Do I know of any leaky, squeaky, or otherwise in need of attention issues? Alice hadn't the faintest idea how to answer her inquiry, since she had only just started at the ministry. Guhhh. Rather than stating the obvious, she stood there silently, biting her lower lip and wishing she could be a bit more helpful.

Turning around, Nala eyed the stranger. Oh. She was high up.. rather high up actually! Pursing her glossy lips together, Nala simply sat there, hands in her lap. Nope. She knew of nothing like that.
Resting her hand on the desk, she tapped her nails a few times. She felt s stupid; she had no idea whatsoever of what she had to do..

Alexander made his way into his work station. As always, before doing anything else he always make sure that his station is clean and tidy. He doesn't work well in piles of papers and what not. He unbuttoned his trench coat and put it neatly on his chair.

Standing in front of the table, he starred at it. It seems clean enough. Alexander just made sure he was familiar with the things he has in his office. Some of the things goes to this drawer and some into the other drawer. "better" he murmured.

Jumping, Nala almost knocked over her bottle of water as somebody sat at the work station to the side of her own. Looking at him, she smiled. A newbie by the lookes of it. Phew. 'Hello..' She said quietly. Smiling, Nala tucked another curl behind her ear. Mashing her glossy lips together, she rubbed her hand on her forearm. Whoa. Nervous? Na, he was just like her.. new. New..

Alexander was fixing up or rather, cleaning up his station when he heard a voice coming from somewhere. he looked at the nearest person next to his station and saw a woman. Wow, London seems welcoming. He remembered when he started working in the wizarding world in Norway. Everyone was just busy, no one ever decided to greet him a hello. So this is rather new for him.

Alexander gave her a slight blow as she said her hello to him. "hello" he greeted as well. Then he turned to his station and fixed up a couple more folders and put them properly on the side, alphabetically.

Medea got no response. She would make a point to review their files, was the Ministry hiring hopeless cases now?! It seemed no one was aware of the tasks, let alone the task board. With a very heavy and audible breath she closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. Idoits! And then as if it were bad enough they didn’t know anything about the job at hand there were some chatting away.

The dark haired woman composed herself best she could and continued, ”Ok, let’s start from the beginning.” She moved to the Task Board and pointed it out, ”This is where you can find what your Job Tasks are.” Mrs. Ward paused for a moment, making sure they let that sink in. ”It is important you check this board often, and complete its tasks.”

She moved back to the center of the room, ”Now that we are all aware of the Task Board that the Minister has put in place, let’s go over the specific tasks.” No one had mentioned anything about maintenance needs, so she’d move on.

”As you can see we need at least one person from this office to meet with a Daily Prophet employee and discuss the wonderment of the Minister.” If her job wasn’t already so important she’d go take care of this herself, unfortunately that wasn’t an option right now. She’d had to depend on these minions. Ugh. ”If you were not aware, the Daily Prophet office is located in Diagon Alley. You can speak to someone at the front desk and inform them of the Minister’s task.” She scanned the room, looking for anyone wanting to take this task on.

Nala smiled, then an eyebrow rose. Did this guy have some sort of OCD about organising? She watched him as he oh-so- carefully arranged the things on his desk. Tapping her manicured nails on her own desk, Nala jumped as she heard the big bossy lady speak up again. Uh oh.

Turning to the woman again, Nala sighed and raised her hand. 'I'll do it..' She cleared her throat slightly and smiled. 'I'm Nala Dalton, Mrs.. Ward.' Nala froze. Oh my life. That was her name, right?! Oh no..

Grabbing the stress ball she had placed on her desk, Nala gave it a squeeze. Some Muggle contraptions weren't completely useles. Nala sat up a bit straighter, and relaxed her hold on the ball. Pushing it away, she tried another smile. She would be able to do this task, right? Sigh..

Becky briskly walked into the work area with some paper she needed to photocopy some lists. She quickly did it, then left the room.

Finally someone responded. The woman’s attention was now on the girl who raised her hand and offered to take on the task. ”Very good Ms Dalton. You’re a wise woman; an opportunity to impress the Minister should never be passed by.” She nodded as she spoke. ”Ms. Dalton once you’re done and have the notes you can either return them to me or Mr. Greingoth, the Senior Undersecretary.” Medea was pleased, this young woman shown a great amount of initiative. The dark haired woman was so preoccupied that she didn’t notice Ms Dalton attack her stress ball.


Well, that task was handled - or at the least assigned. "Moving on then." She scanned down to the next task, "We also need someone...." Just then a woman walked in. Medea stopped speaking, clasped her hands in front of her, watched the woman, and waited for her to say excuse or something....

Nothing?! Really?! Isn't it obvious they were in the middle of meeting?! That woman was now on Medea's List. The list really meant nothing to no one except her, but if you were on that list she'd be sure to let you know every annoyingly stupid thing you did.

"Well," Ms. Ward looked back to the list, "Artists. Yes that's where I was." She once again scanned the room. "The Minister wants a portrait made of him, are any of you artist or do you know any?" Certainly someone in this group was artistic? Hopefully. It would be a feather in the Minister's hat to have one of HIS employees fashion the art.

Clasping her hands together, Nala smiled. 'Just to be clear, what notes should I take? I mean, I know the obvious but is there anything specific that needs to be taken down?' Picking at her nail slightly, Nala managed to stop herself. Without breaking eye contact, Nala leant over slightly and slid her notepad and quill from her bag. Setting the pad down, it steadily hovered beside her. Licking the nib of her quill, she then placed it ooised by the parchment where it too, hovered. Nala planned to do things well around here, no half-jobs intended.

Artist? Nala? Oh no no.. She merely shook her head at the artist question. She knew nobody working in the Ministry and almost all of her friends were as useless at art as she was..

"Oh, sorry," Becky apoligised, quickly walking out of the room. She didn't realise there was a meeting. Oooh, embarrasing.

Ms. Ward welcomed the young woman’s questions that meant the woman was determined to produce good work. ”Basically Ms Dalton he requested notes over the conversation, the conversation should be entirely about the wondrous, miraculous, and otherwise incredible attributes of the Minister.” That sounded a little over the top, but she wanted to make sure that if the Minister overheard the conversation she was saying everything appropriately – and favorable to him. After all, her ultimate goal was to be Senior Undersecretary and possible Minister someday. ”So, take notes over what you and the Daily Prophet employee discuss.” That pretty much summed it up, right?

Suddenly the woman who strolled through earlier popped back in. Medea shook her head and looked back to her notes. ”So I assume no one knows an artist?” She was less than pleased that Ms Dalton was the only participating employee.

The quill immediantly jumped to work, neatly writing down everything Ms. Ward told her. Crossing her legs, Nala nodded as she spoke taking it all in. right. This should be simple enough. Easy peasy..
'I should go and make my appointment then.' Smiling, Nala stood up. Grabbing the wuill and parchment out of the air, she shoved them in her bag. 'Is it okay to go?..' Nala kept the smile on her face. 'I'm afraid I don't know any artists, no.' She shook her head, feeling the bundle of her hair on top of her head shaking with it. Smoothing down her skirt, she waited for her dismissal.

Medea loved the woman's enhusiasm. The Ministery needed more just like her. "Yes Ms Dalton, of course." The dark haired woman nodded, motioning toward the door. "Thank you."

Looking around the room it seemed no one had anything to offer. HUMPF! She'd find her own artist. There is no way the painting won't come from this level - it had too. She would not let any other department of level outshine them. With a quick glare at everyone else she spoke, "Well, I'll be in my office if anyone needs any assistance."

The woman was not happy about the lack of involvement. It never occured to her that the employees might be scared of her.

She turned, exited the room and made her way to her shared office.