Office of Department Head Isobel Ferguson
 

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One would think that Isobel Ferugson is rather paranoid. Before she even started one the rest of the department she stripped the office back to basics, and with the help of Wesley Ferguson, department head of Magical Law Enforcement she put up a number of security spells, hexes and curses. Being an ex-auror Isobel did quite trust anything that had previously been placed on the room. The office now is pretty much impenetrable, and one can only enter if they know all of the spells that in place. Only a select number of people know this, so it is probably a good idea to not try to break into the office.

When one does get into the room it is clear that the office is now inhabited by a woman. Along with the décor of the break from the department head’s office is now decorated in a light blue colour, which is supposed to promote a relaxing atmosphere within the room. The main focus of the room is the large mahogany table, behind which the department head is sat when she is in the office. The desk has a small collection of photographs clustered on one side, whilst the main focus of the left hand side of the desk is a calendar that has been engraved into the desk. The calendar was a gift from Isobel’s Husband Wesley Ferguson, and the two calendars are enchanted to show the couple each other’s appointments.

To the right of Isobel’s desk is a handsome fireplace, which is connected to other various fireplaces within the ministry and beyond, to aid quick transportation. The fireplace is of course pass worded, and only Isobel and the people she trusts know the password. Of course the destinations this fireplace connects to are also unknown to most, and if one was to try to use the fireplace by force they may find there selves ending up in the holding cells in Level Two. Above this fireplace hangs a rather large commissioned portrait of Isobel and her husband Wesley. The subjects are sometimes within the portrait, but more often than not they can be seen visiting other portraits within the ministry.

Tucked in a corner of the office is a small table surrounded by eight chairs. This is often where the department head may hold small meetings with employee’s or maybe the other department head’s. If any unspeakables require a small area to hold meetings they may inquire about using this space, although the answer will only be in the affirmative if Isobel is not using the office.

Despite all of the security spells, hexes and curses that are in place within the office Isobel is quite a nice woman, and the door is always open to any of her employees. All they need do is knock on the door.




OOC: Only Dept of Mysteries employees and authorized guests can RP in this thread

Leonidas walked up the small set of stairs that lead to Department Heads office to formally introduce himself and to see where his work station was. when he reached the door, he took the emerald partof his walking stick/wand, and gently rapped on the door.

Coming from the meeting with his Unspeakables at the workstations, Ren Sakura walked up to the platform that is his office. He slowed his pace slightly when he found somone was already there seeking audience. As he strode up beside the man the Dept Head gave him a quick glance and, not saying a word otherwise, he continued into the doorway, the protective shield-door vanishing immediately to let him through.

Leonidas walked into his bos's office and sat down. He took out his wand and waved it at the door and it shut immediately.

"Good day, Mr. Sakura. I was wondering where my work station is and how I got there. I'd be much obliged if you can give me that information, please."

Dark, cruel eyes flickered from his desk towards the sound of the shutting door. Just when was there a door to this office? There was a protective shield at most, but oftentimes it was just an open doorway-- part of the open-door policy of the Ministry that Ren found most annoying.

His eyes trailed dangerously from the door towards the person speaking before him-- who also managed to find a seat in an office that obviously had no visitors chairs as he made sure there wasnt any. Ren's face scrunched up annoyed and with a flick of his wrist, silently made the seat beneath the other man vanish. He didnt care if that made the other fellow come crashing onto the floor.

"You will stand in my presence when you speak to me." He addressed the Unspeakable in an even tone, not bothering to stop from sorting out paperwork on his desk. Although it was noted that the other man addressed him properly, from which he gets a quick glance "Who are you?"

"Me? Well I'm pretty much a no one, sir. But my name is Leonidas Trevors. I work in the department where the brains are and to know Legillemancy and Occlumancy, as well as matters of the subconscience and special mind areas. I just can't seem to find that department, sir."

When the chair that he was sitting on suddendly he staggered backwards, obviously, but he managed to catch his footing andstand at attention. "Sorry,sir, I'll remember that one, also." He placed his wand back in the walking stick and stood straight and poised, as not to disrespect his boss again. He suddenly stopped thinking and made his mind all cloudy as to not let his boss read his mind. He waited for the answer to his original question.

"Mr Trevors....." he repeated the other man's name, eyes going to the parchment by the side of his desk. Yes there it is-- name, photo, background. The man is indeed who he says he is. Without pausing from his task he added exasperatedly "Mr Trevors, if you are a no one as you just said you are, then I definitely would not have taken you into this department-- indeed the entire Ministry would have just passed on your application." If this was the man's attempt to be modest, it didnt work on Ren.

What department of brains? "You mean the Thought Chamber" Ren scowled, this time pausing from his paperwork to look at the other man. If he had read the welcome letter properly he would know its proper name and the answer to most if not all his questions. But eh, new guys "The Thought Chamber is right there, by the foot of the stairs..." Ren angled his head as he used his eyes to direct the other man where to look, ".... its next to the Death Chamber and across from your work area.... which you probbaly saw when you came in from the entrance." Because you know, circular, shielded desks, right smack in the center of this silo like office-- cant miss it.

Just as he was about to return to his paperwork, something about what the other man said got him dangerously curious. Leaning back in his seat, the Department Head pressed his fingers against each other as he regarded the man across his desk. Finally he uttered "Why are you so interested to learn about legilimency and occlumency Mr Trevors? Have you had any experience or encounters with that subject matter?"

"Yes, sir. I have, indeed. It's not that I wish to learn those arts, because I already know how to use both. I was just explaining where I thought my work was to be and my desk, sir."

As he watched his superior turn his head, he did, too. He thought to himself, "Ahhh, there it is."

"Thank you, sir. I'm glad you straigtned me out to this. I will not try to bother you with these obviously foolish questions again, sir. But, if you should ever need my help with something, anything, I will be here, available to help you in anyway I possibly can."

Leonidas bowed to Mr. Sakura gracefully and straightened up and lifted his head and quickly left his boss's office, shutting the door behind him almost silently.

Dark eyes follow Trevors as he exits the door. It wasnt so much that Ren found him odd-- more so... inconsistent, the man's seemingly purposeful avoidance to direct questions being more of an conundrum with the Department Head. Was he hiding something? A truth or a bluff?

Mentally brushing the issue aside his eyes rest on another figure that appeared by the threshold "Oh yes, Ms Ward." he greeted her as he stood up respectfully. Quite uncharacteristic of him to do so, but then she is from Lord Borr's office. "Please have a seat." he gestured with his wand as a comfortable chair materialized across his his desk. He selected a document from amongst the paperwork and glanced over the letter quickly "Hmm, yes the Liaison position... do you mind if you can explain to me a bit more about what this person is supposed to do?"

The man seemed dark, mysterious and POWERFUL! oooohhhh aahhhhh Frankly Mr. Sakura could have been the dullest knife in the drawer but the position he held was impressive. Medea was sure he knew things that… that well could take over the world!

Collect yourself woman.

She nodded as she approached and took advantage of the offered seat. Like in the other offices the woman did not recline into the chair, but rather sat on the edge. She opened a file as he looked over his information sheet. Straight to business. ”Yes sir. It’s extremely basic really.” Medea shifted slightly and continued, ”The Liaison will continue to hold their position in your department and it would be their main occupation. Once a week I would require a status update from them regarding the department. This update would include ongoing projects, tasks completed, and any other important updates. This person really is intended to assist the Department Heads.”

The woman wasn’t sure she believed that. In her honest opinion the liaisons were Lord Borr’s spies. Why else would they have unlimited access to whatever they wanted? Meetings, personal records, memos. You name it they can obtain, and no one can stop them.

”Lord Borr knows the Department Heads are busy and don’t always have time to do weekly updates.” Most people would have smiled a friendly little smile at this moment; it seemed the right thing to do. But that wasn’t Medea, in most cases anyways. ”So, the Liaisons bring me a short update. I collect them all and deliver them all at one time.” A simple, concise and boring position really. Right? Maybe. Medea honestly had no idea… but she had hopes of sinister Department Head tattling and drama.

"Do you have anyone in mind?"

"Hmm...." the Department Head pressed his fingers together and looked carefully at the Minister's emissary. "Someone to assist me...." or keep tabs whether he was doing his job or not. Although really Ren shouldnt have to be bothered with Lord Borr, after all, if he wasnt babysitting adults then he is dealing with them outside of these halls on a request that would likely come from the same man himself.

Seriously he should be paid twice.

"So the Liason will be like... a deputy, to the Department Head? Taking a bit of the tedious work off our hands?" He would like to think that it was something as trivial a job that can be filled by a glorified Admin assistant, but sending reports out on a weekly basis was much more invasive. He slid a hand across the edge of his desk and braced his arms against it as he continued "Just how detailed would you require this update to be Ms Ward? You do know that in this Department there are information and activities that shouldnt be widespread Ministry knowledge, much less public knowledge."

His eyes glanced across the open area down the circular desks of the Unspeakables below "I may have..... but I want to keep my options open." he replied as his returned his gaze to the lady across his desk. Loose lips sink ships after all, certainly he wouldnt want to have such a person in so delicate a position.

This man seemed suspicious. As far as Medea was concerned, he probably had good reason. Not that she cared, her job was to get the Liaisons, not coddle the Department Heads and their insecurities.

”You can utilize them how you see fit, but yes a deputy of sorts. If you need to get information to the Minsiter’s office, or vice versa they could handle that for you.” Suddenly the conversation seemed to take a bit of a hard right. Was he implying she couldn’t be trusted? Or that Minister wasn’t competent enough to hire trustworthy people? Or was he trying to hide something?

”Mr. Sakura, the updates aren’t for me. The updates are for the Minister.” She put emphasis on the word Minister. ”He is the one who tells me what information is required and collected.” Well, sorta. She had never spoken to the Minster, let alone met him. And more than likely she’d get instruction from Mr. Greingoth, and he’s the person she’d actually turn reports into. But she was sure Mr. Greingoth’s instructions came from Lord Borr.

The woman closed the file that was in her lap and folded her hands patiently on top of it. ”I’m not sure what you’re implying sir, but I assure you the reports will be handled with the strictest secrecy. Your Liaison already has knowledge of the goings on of the department, so there should be no concern with that.” Next up her, ”And Mr. Sakura if you are implying that I am not to be trusted I suggest you take that up with the Minster and Undersecretary as they are the ones that appointed me.”

Yes, she went there. Medea sat silently for a moment, the tension could be cut with a knife. With that said she had tremendous respect for this man, thoroughly impressed.

”I understand you’ll want to deliberate over the files and employees,” Medea paused for a moment and looked to where the man across from her had just been gazing. ”I will need to know your choice in two weeks time. I’m sure that won’t be an issue.” The dark haired woman didn’t want to be waiting around for him to make a decision. She would take it to a higher level if need be.

Ren listened to the Medea address his points. She made sense-- as far as her position was concern. Truly if Berty Borr-- or any of the brotherhood-- wanted certain updates from him, they would be hearing it directly from his own mouth, just as its always been.

But back to this sort of Ministry matters....

"Whether or not I trust you is not the issue Ms Ward..." the Department Head intoned keeping his eyes steadily at the Minister's emissary "I have been given responsibility to make sure the secrets of this Department and everything else that covers the greater interest of this Ministry remains strictly confidential. That includes Ministry personnel who shouldnt have any business learning of matters that doesnt concern them." And that is even more imperative when it does.

"I will inform you of who our Liason will be within that time." he added with a slight nod. "Anything else you wish to discuss with me Ms Ward?"

A sudden flash of pale-violet appears in the office, and upon looking up, one can see that an interdepartmental memo in the form of a folded paper airplane has made its way in.

Once caught and unfolded, the memo inside will read:

Minister Berty Borr has called a mandatory meeting with the Senior Undersecretary and all Ministry Department Heads. The meeting will commence immediately in Courtroom 10 on the tenth level of the Ministry of Magic. Please be on time and bring with you all ideas and responses to the recent memo regarding the rejuvenating of our spirits and the oxygenating of our halls.

Ren returned from the meeting at Courtroom 10 in very good spirits. If he was wont to laugh, the sound of amusement would've been heard echoing throughout the curved halls of Mysteries. Given that wasnt his nature his joviality was only betrayed by that smallest of rare smirks, which given the success of the Cult's influence throughout the Wizarding world, was becoming more and more a common occurrence gracing his features.

As he entered his office another memo was making its presence annoyingly obvious, and in the old days something that annoyed him would usually end up in shreds or burned in a few seconds. But the ever present mind remembers where he was and what his current duties are.

With a flick of his wand he nullified the enchantment over the memo, the squawking coming to a dead silence as the parchment unfolded itself quickly and flopped down onto his desk. A passing glance caught the name that sent the letter as his eyes narrowed. Yes he remembered this visitor and her request.

Settling himself in his seat he pointed his wand at the cabinet in the far corner of the room, the drawer sliding open silently as folders floated towards his desk. A review of the staff's dossier is in order in seems....

Jenna made her way to the office of Mr.Sakura.She was really excited to do this interview.The department of mystiers had always fascinated her.This interview would surely be fun and really interesting.Standing in front of the door the blonde straightend her dress and knocked on the door.

After being done with all the other interviews she wasnt that nervous anymore and that was surely a positive aspect.Waiting for the deparmtent head to open the door for her the woman checked her reflectoon in the mirror one last time and nodded to herself.She was ready.

Ren tosses the files onto his desk and sighs inwardly, glaring at the stacks of paperwork like he would an annoying Muggle sympathizer. These were one of the things he didnt expect when he agreed to take on this assignment. Who knew filing through paperwork would be even more wearying than interrogation? He suddenly stood up, having the need to stretch his legs and get his blood circulating. Merlin he missed the blood pumping action of playing cat and mouse with the authorities.

He makes it to the door and sees the woman standing there. Eyes narrows for a split second and thought that whoever this was will have to walk with him. He has come to expect that most will go along his wishes anyway. Truly he doesnt remember anyone still alive who ever went against him. Funny isnt it?

"Miss..." he mumbled absently, sparing a momentary glance at the woman before sealing the office doorway shut with a shield charm. "I will be making my rounds, can I help you with anything?" he intoned, sounding anything but helpful. He started to make his way down the steps not really caring if the woman was keeping up or not.

Kyle was a bit nervous. She needed to get the Mysteries Department Head's permission to post flyers around level to endorse planting of trees. She cleared her throat and knocked gently on the door holding a stack of mixed flyers. She held a smile on her face as she spoke gently, and slightly softly. "Good Morning, Mr. Sakura. I am Kyle Ambrose, Comissioner of the Commission for the 2 R's in the Evironmental Regulation and Protection Department." She nodded gently.

Hermione again let Kyle introduce herself first, and then decided to do the same.."Good Morning Mr. Sakura. I'm Hermione Malfoy, also a Commissioner in the Environmental Regulation and Protection Department", she finished with a warm smile.

different timeline from that one *points to prev post*
 

Ren was shuffling through employee profiles in the filing cabinet at the far corner of his office when he heard a knock. He turned his head just as the two visitors introduced themselves and immediately pushed the cabinet shut. Environmental Protection employees, definitely the kind he would make time for instead of usually brushing most visitors away "Ms Ambrose, Ms Malfoy, please come in, have a seat." he said as he strolled back towards his desk, pointed his wand at the space across from his table and two seats materializing for his guests.

Hermione walked into the office, hopefully with Kyle right behind her..

"Thank you for seeing us Mr Sakura... The purpose of our visit is to ask you for permission to put up some posters around the department, here they are"



Hermione gave Mr. Sakura a few minutes to look at the posters before she said anything else... And also to give Kyle a chance to pipe in if she had anything to add..

Kyle smiled and nodded, as she let Hermione talk, since she had done the talking in Mr. Recard's office. She cleared her throat. "We'd greatly appreciate it if you would support our efforts in trying to reserve our environment."

Ren took one of the posters, nodding his head as he regarded the green one. Yes he liked this one a lot. He looked into the second poster and thought it was a bit too... lively for his tastes, but then again it might convince more people to to look at the message and inspire them to protect the environment. Or at least litter a little less, a little pet peeve of his.

He handed the posters back to the DERP employees and said "I would give anything within my disposal to support your efforts. Feel free to post these anywhere in the department-- hand them out, make a speech, no effort is too much for such a worthy cause."

Hermione looked at Kyle, wondering if Mr. Sakura would allow them to put up the posters, then he spoke...

She listened intently to Mr. Sakura and what he had to say and a smile played on her lips..."Thank you Mr. Sakura for your assistance and co-operation - It is very much appreciated. If even one person takes heed, then that makes a difference - every little bit helps." Hermione finished with a smile.

Hermione rose from her seat to shake hands with Mr. Sakura...

PhoenixAuror just catch up when you can
 

Ah he liked this one, dedicated to at least one of the causes close to his heart. He glanced at her outstretched hand for a second then gave it a good firm shake. Not painful but then he really wasnt the type to make contact with anybody unless it was for a very specific purpose. "Anytime Ms Malfoy, there should be more Eco-Warriors such as yourself."

Hermione couldn't help but smile as Mr Sakura called her an 'Eco-Warrior', this wasn't the first time she had heard this and she was pretty sure it wouldn't be the last time either.

"Yes indeed Mr Sakura, although I'd be happy with a few more people being more aware of the environment", she said, shaking his hand....

"Uhm, I like a firm handshake - it says a lot about a person", she thought to herself as she gathered the posters into her arms and turned to leave the office...

On their way out the door, Hermione turned around and said "Thanks again Mr. Sakura."

Kyle smiled. She thought about making a speech, but maybe that would be...a bit much, according to her. "Thank you, Mr. Sakura. I will, perhaps, come up with a speech or two. Our committee appreciates your alliance. You are helping us become one with nature!" She chuckled, her mouth getting the best of her.

Department Head Luncheon Invitation
 

Ooooh, Mysteries. How spooky! Ophelia was extra quiet as she made her way through this level, it only seemed appropriate to the atmosphere, after all. She found the Department Head's office easily, and stopped at the door.

Ophelia secured the envelope that was marked for 'Ren Sakura' to the door and turned to walk away. But wait! She'd almost forgotten the charm to ensure that the envelope would only be removed by the man it was intended for! Whoops. She cast quickly and then hurried out, on to the next office.

Ren made his way up the stairs towards his office when he saw something was stuck on the door. Frowning ever so slightly he turned back towards the Unspeakables work area wondering if they had seen anybody who had left the note. He picked up the paper and gave it a once over-- Ah yes its Golden Boy's little tea party... or whatever it is that he called it. Letting out a small huff he peeked in quickly at his office, checking to make sure nothing was amiss before making his way back down the stairs.

**new department head from here onwards**
 

It hadn't been easy getting passed the newly enhanced security measures her sister had put in but Tasha had managed it. Walking forwards she soon saw her sister sitting behind a desk looking very professional. "Hi Iz." Grimacing she nodded "Yes, I did get past your security measures. It was a close call at one time though, I feared my hair would get damaged."

Slipping into one of the comfy chairs in front of the desk Tasha asked "So how are you sis? Has your new position sunk in yet?" And what did Wesley think of it?

Touching her hair absent-mindedly Tasha asked as she shifted position in her chair "Are all the security wards around your office really necessary, Iz?" She couldn't recall that any other of the department heads office on the other levels had such wards not even the Minister of Magic.

Tasha moved to twirl some blond locks around her fingers. She was glad that her lovely hair was still in one piece and not burnt. Izzy looked stressed even though she said she was good which made Tasha offer her help. "If you need my help with the wedding or anything let me know, okay?" Izzy couldn't be stressed out and exhausted on her wedding day, it wouldn't do.

Hearing a knock on the door Tasha turned in her chair to see who was coming to visit her sister, maybe a new employee?

*just adding droo in here*
 

xD, party....Hi Droo!
 

Eyes peeled on the door Natasha waited to see who Isobel's visitor was; it turned out to be her husband to be Wesley that was carrying a plant. Giving him a nod and a thumbs up when he passed her Tasha said "Good day, Wesley. I didn't know you were knowledgeable about plants." If her sister would manage to take proper care of the plant though that was a totally different matter.

"I suppose not." Natasha agreed. "Constant vigilance is key to not getting unwelcome visitors." She did think Isobel had gone slightly overboard with the security wards around her office but that was to be expected. Her sister was just settling into the ropes of her new job. Speaking of jobs. "Iz, did I tell you that I have put in an application to transfer to another department within the ministry?" They talked every day but she wasn't sure if she had mentioned it or not in the midst of everything else going on with the wedding.

Natasha was about to give off a sigh of relief about all the wedding preparations being sorted when Iz mentioned final dress fittings. Grimacing she replied. "I remember. Just promise that I won’t get stuck with that neon pink dress which mother was babbling about last week at dinner." That dress was hideous and there was no chance she was wearing it to her sister’s wedding.

Isobel whirled out the door mumbling something about someone signing into the reception area. Being left with only Wesley was a little awkward but it wasn't for long. Her sister soon whizzed back in with a senior lady in company, wasn't that another department head?

Tasha watched in amazement as the lady started to conjur up confetti, balloons and streamers for a party. Right um, this was weird. Standing up she approached the senior lady. "Pretty balloons. I don't think we've met. I'm Natasha Warrington. Isobel's younger sister." she greeted holding out a hand as was accustom.

Ahh. It was Alex. "Good morning." Isobel smiled at one of her space chamber employee's. Before she could even say anything else the woman was congratulating her. Was it that obvious? Isobel just smiled, glancing down at her stomach. She decided it was kind of, and that made her feel worried for what was going to come. Maybe she would invest in that bigger chair. "Thanks..." She mused with a smile, a hand moving to rest on her small bump. She was rather excited, if a little bit nervous at the prospect of being a mother. She still needed to speak to Alexander, the minister, about that. She was sure he was going to love having to send her off on maternity leave not even a year after her promoted her to department head.

But back to the business. She figureed Alex had wanted more than to just come congratulate her. "Did you want something?"

Oh good; she hadn't been wrong in telling Isobel congratulations. Sometimes she worried about pregnancy congratulations, because some woman might just have gained a bit of post-marital weight, due to the stress of being wedded. But her senses weren't wrong and neither was Isobel's stomach.

But not to dwell on that, as Isobel didn't seem to want to either. "Well, yes, actually. I have an issue. I went to swipe my card into the Space Chamber this morning, but instead, i find myself surrounded by broken and fallen time turners. I thought you used to be an auror," Alex said, crossing her arms, fighting back the urge to roll her eyes. Really; some Auror having 'fixed the room charms' but not really fixed them.

Oh. The charms were still broken. Isobel sighed, pulling a fresh piece of parchement closer, and writing a quick memo to Althea. But just as she was about to send it to Thea, she heard the end of what Alex was saying to her. Was that supposed to be insulting. Isobel stopped mid writing, and her gaze went from her desk to meet Alex's. It was lucky that she thought with her head before she got her wand out, otherwise Alex might have been on the end of a nasty jinx. Isobel considered that might not have been the best thing to do to her employee's.

"I specialised in how to defeat the dark arts. Not silly old charms." Did this woman even know what an auror did. "And as a matter of face I have already liased with the head of the department of accident and catastrophes to deal with any further issues we have." Hence why she was writing her a memo right now. That was all Isobel was going to say about the situation.

She was not done with Alex though. "And if you speak to me like that you may not have a job." Isobel just gave her a look. "I am your boss remember."

"I did say that some of the charms may still be a little fuzzy." Isobel sighed, with a little shrug. She wasn't a miracle worker. She looked down at her parchement, where she'd been writing the quick memo to Althea, and seemed to lose focus on what she was doing. Just staring at the parchment for a good five minutes. Almost as soon as it happened she was back, blinking a little. "Where...what...oh..." She spoke quickly, before nodding down at her parchment, and continuing to write the memo.

Oh. Alex wanted something to do. "Could you...." She mused, thinking for a few moments, before nodding. "Check if any of the other charms aren't working." She then realised that Alex might not be able to actually get into any of the rooms. "Pass your badge..." She motioned for the badge, and when Alex handed it over, she tapped it, allowing her entrance to the other rooms. "I'll owl Thea, and see if she can send anybody down."

Oh. Someone else was here. She stared over at her office door, her eyes seeming to glaze over a little, before she shook her head. She wondered who it was. Hopefully it wouldn't be another employee complaining about the charms not working. "The door is open." She shouted, leaning back against her chair. Her back was aching a little.

Demetrius walked in his bosses office hoping he would not puke. He was feeling even worse than before. He sits in the chair next to Alexandria, wipes drool off his face.

Hello, Alex"

Demetrius said with a nod. It looked like Alex was just about to leave and Demetrius wanted to do the same. But he procrastinated on this assignment. So he had to do it. It only took one look at Isobel to see that she was pregnant. "Congratulations, Isobel." But She probably did not want to announce it yet. Whatever, now that congratulations were done. It was time to move on to business. Even though all Demetrius wanted to do was go home and hop he did not drool all over his bed.

"I wanted to talk to you about the mysterious deaths at the ministry before i go over there to take care of it."

He really did not want to go to St. Mungos. Because he and Healers do not really get along. He liked death and Healers try and stop or slow down death. Which did not make sense to Demetrius. Since you were probably going to die anyway.

Hmm, yes, Isobel HAD indeed mentioned something about the charms being fuzzy. But then, what happened next, well Alex was just shocked. Considering her rudeness only moments prior to her boss, her boss was now allowing her access to the other rooms. To check for more charm malfunctions. Or if it was solely the Space and Time Chamber that appeared to have been swapped.

"Yes, I can check. Thank you," Alex said, handing over her badge and watching as Isobel tapped it.

Before she could bid her boss adieu though, Demetrius was making his way into the office. She smiled politely at him, backing her way slowly from the office, but couldn't help but eavesdrop on what he had to say. More than the context though of his words was his appearance; he looked ... like death washed over him, which was ironic and all considering where he worked.

Mysterious deaths? Well then, she was intrigued, to say the least, and simply stood motionless, waiting, rather than excusing herself from the office. It wasn't as if he requested privacy.

"Awesome." Isobel nodded with a smile. That would be a huge help to her. Then she could tell Thea exactly what was still going on. "Just sent a memo with any details instead of coming back over. Save your legs..." She laughed. Izzy was certainly in no position to be walking all over the department. It was kind of annoying really. The sooner this baby was the born the better. Although she probably would be even more stressed at least she would be actual able to walk around. It would be much better. And if the baby slept lots and didn't cry. That would be pretty awesome too.

Isobel frowned, wiping a finger underneath her mouth. She was drooling? Eww. Interesting. She grabbed a tissue, and wiped her finger, before turning her attention back to the people in the office. "Aah..." Isobel nodded, smiling at Demetrius. "Would you like to take a seat?" She motioned at the seats on the other side of her desk.

Hmm. Alex was still here? "Was there anything else Alex?"

Well it appeared that he was not the only one drooling. Demetrius wondered what could have happened in the ministry to cause this drooling. He has not been in contact with other people for the past three days. It was an interesting question to ask the Minister if Demetrius had the time.

"Sure" He took a seat, crossed his legs, wiped some more drool off his mouth, and waited for Isobel to continue. He did not care if Alex was in the room. She might even be able to help. Who knows. He was sure she could not hurt his investigation.

Send a memo; she nodded. She could do that. As she was standing by the doorway though, she heard her boss talking to Demetrius and she shot a casual glance back at Isobel, in time to see her wipe her mouth. Did pregnancy cause overreactive saliva glands? She didn't know, but made a note to owl Leanne about that.

"No, no," she said, hearing a knock on the door. She'd gotten her business done with the department head just in time before it got busier, it seemed. She spared another glance at Demetrius and was about to leave - again - as he wiped his mouth, again. Perhaps the overreactive saliva glands wasn't from the pregnancy hormones.

"Unless, well, actually, can i get a sample?" She asked quietly, reaching into her bag for some extra test tubes. What?! It wasn't that ODD for science nerds to be carrying around extra supplies with them at all times, was it?

Demetrius raised an eyebrow at Alex's question.Did Alex really think that they were her test subjects. Not that Demetrius had any problem with that. Maybe Isobel did. "Are You feeling sick too Alex and what type of sample do you want ?"

Maybe she could solve what was making him and Isobel drool so much. It looked like she had an interest in science. Making himself more relaxed. He took a good long look at Alex to check and see if she started drooling.

Two Time lines XD
 

Hmm. Demetrius was drooling. "Do you need a tissue?" Isobel asked, nodding her head towards a box that was placed on her desk. She would've reached over and gotten one for her employee. But it was a little of a struggle right, and really she was feeling rather comfortable. Izzy had some epic back pain most of the time, so it was nice to actually be comfortable for once. Wesley would be happy, even though by the time they got home her back would probably be killing. He'd probably push her to go on maternity leave even sooner.

Oh. Alex wanted a sample. "Hmm..." She wanted a sample of what? Oh. The drool. Well. Isobel wasn't actually drooling anymore. That had kind of gone away now. So nothing for Alex to collect. The woman shrugged, and looked back down to the memo that she was reading, staring at it a little, before finally picking up her quill, and scribbling on the parchment.


Oooh. She had a visitor. It had been a bit of a boring day so far to be honest. She'd sent Wesley a memo, asking if he wanted lunch, and generally had a mooch around the department. Her feet had swelled up a little now though, so she had decided to have a little rest, maybe a nap too. Because naps were always good. But visitors were always welcome too. She smiled, adjusting herself in the chair a little, so she didn't look like she was actually about to fall asleep.

"The doors open." She said after a few minutes, when she was finally comfortable.

When Ella heard her speak, she pushed the door open and saw Isobel in her chair. She smiled at her entered the office. "Good afternoon, Isobel." She shut the door behind her and walked over to the very pregnant woman. She was slightly jealous of her, actually. She wanted to have kids someday, but time was running out. Anyway... "How are you today?"

A purple paper airplane, complete with the emblem of the Ministry of Magic stamped along its sides, makes its ways through the lifts and corridors of the Ministry of Magic. Reaching its destination, the interdepartmental memo comes to rest in front of its intended recipient.

When unfolded, it reads:

It was a day for easing back into the workplace and getting back into the work. There were some changes in her job description as well as on a more personal level. Not having her sister to talk with about everything for most of a year left Tasha well not desperate but with an acute need to spend more time with Izzy. When her sister finally came and pulled the door open Tasha beamed "Good morning Izzy." She would have leaned in to give her sister a hug but her hands were full. "I've brought cupcakes. I made them before work."

"Shall we go in and drink some tea together with them?" Tasha wondered. Hopefully the cupcakes were edible. Izzy was the expert baker not her.

Isobel frowned as she noticed her sister's cupcakes. She knew that her sister wasn't the best baker. It was kind of making her really not want to eat any of them. But she couldn't be too mean to her sister. "You baked?" She asked, stepping out of the way so that Tasha could step into the office. "They look nice...." She murmured with a little smile. They looked nice, but somethings that wasn't too good. She'd try one though, because she really wasn't a mean sister.

"Mmm. Sounds very good." She nodded, wandering back over to behind her desk. Picking up her wand, she conjured some tea. "Having a good day then Tash?"

Tasha saw the sceptical look on her sister’s face, it was hard to miss. She couldn't blame Izzy for being cautious but she was getting better at baking, she was. Stepping past her sister she headed inside the office and placed the tray of cupcakes on her sister’s desk. "Yes, freshly baked. I promise they are edible unlike the last time I baked something." Tasha proclaimed trying to reassure her sister that she in fact could eat the cupcakes without risking her health.

Plopping herself down in one of the chairs in front of her sister's desk she took a cupcake which she. "Yes, a very good day. It’s actually fun and interesting to research spells." As weird as it may sound considering that Tasha had never before had any big interest in researching spells.

"How has your day been Iz?"

Having received a note from their department head to meet in her office, Evelyn exited the ever-locked room and paused to rub her eyes. Despite having worked here for awhile, the different lighting of the rooms still caused a slight problem. Thankfully not as much as before. It was easily ignored. Smoothing out her blouse as she made her way to Isobel's office, Evelyn did a quick swish of her hair to look presentable before knocking softly on the door.

Hearing the go ahead to walk in, the young woman opened the door and peaked her head in first before the rest of her slowly followed. "You wanted to see me, Mrs. Ferguson?" she asked, one hand still on the doorknob with the door half closing, just in case this wasn't a particular good time to be here. Seemed alright from the looks of it though.

Isobel. Evelyn slowly nodded, casting her gaze downwards as she fully closed the door behind her. That wasn't going to be awkward to say at all, now was it? Not after being used to 'Mrs. Ferguson' for awhile now. Taking a seat in front of her boss's desk, she crossed one leg over the other and waited quietly for Isobel to start.

Ahem. Fidget.

That was too general of a way to start out. Evelyn resisted fidgeting in her seat even more, and instead clasped her hands upon her knee while nodding her head. "Yes, ma'am." She'd been leaning towards this possibly being a good visit, but now, she was trying to think of things she'd done wro- ... woah. Boss said what? Eyebrows started to raise, quite aware of the growing silence after Isobel spoke and lack of verbal gratitude on her part.

Ahem, of course! "I...thank you. For feeling like so." The young woman smiled lightly. There wasn't some double meaning behind that, right?

Leaning forward to take the description, she only read the first three words before she looked back up to Isobel. The "in charge" part was what caught her attention. Why yes, she did think Supervisor Evelyn Flores had a nice ring to it. Her smile grew just a tad and only momentarily as she turned her gaze back down to the description, reading it over quickly. Of course, it matched everything Isobel had basically said about it, but she still read it. "It sounds great. Thank you for the opportunity." With things going on behind the scenes, she really could use the uplifting effect on her mood that this brought.

Half wondering whether she should be keeping this description or if she was to give it back to Isobel, her eyebrows raised somewhat at the question asked. Quite a few things were going on at the moment. "Actually..." she started to say, fiddling with the parchment. "Our studies on the new amortentia have gone as far as they can go without a trial group. Especially with the...effects after consumption."

None of them wanted to do it.

As semi-discussed via PM ;) (random details just to establish a different timeline)
 

Sorry this is so late <3
 

Hi loves <3
 

It had been relatively quiet while he’d been waiting for any answer from inside the office, which had calmed Dorian even more than he already had been. It was amazing what resolution could do for someone, especially when combined with the feeling of having escaped some possible disaster, and he had both feelings running through him. There had been the occasional stir from the rest of the level, but he still heard when Isobel had spoken from inside. That was quick, which both helped him and meant he had less time to formulate any answers to whatever questions may be asked of him. He imagined there might be at least idle curiosity coming from the Mysteries head, if not still a bit of that irritation from the orientation quite awhile before. He hadn’t really interacted with her much after that, until the meeting regarding the testing, and now he’d backed out of that. Explanations likely would be needed, yet he hoped it wouldn’t get too much like an interrogation, with intentions and such being asked for.

That would have been what he wasn’t entirely prepared for, but he still smoothly opened the door and stepped inside. “I apologize if I’m disturbing your work, Isobel,” he said after a slight nod in greeting. He didn’t think he needed to act too much out of character, and she’d seen him on Level Two and elsewhere enough to know what he was like. “I imagine you received my message regarding my involvement in the testing,” he continued, waiting for her to choose to offer him a seat or otherwise.

At which point there was another knock on the door, and his grey eyes had went toward it as a woman had bustled in without any more announcement than that knock, let alone an invitation. He had nodded at her introduction however. She wasn’t here to meet with him, or anything related to him as a faulty Floo system wasn’t exactly CMEC business. Instead, she’d applied for the use of Isobel’s fireplace for some sort of test, and something told him she wasn’t one to wait for permission. His conversation could wait a few more moments if it had to. There wasn’t a need for Transportation employees to sit in on the topic. Not to his knowledge, at least, and he rarely used the Floo network anyhow. It was interesting information to know, but just in a general sense.