Armen had been a little shaken up from the meeting the night before when he had returned to his medium-sized, yet well furnished flat. Being a Department Head with all the stress of organizing an entire group of people and running a specific part of the Magical World did have a monetary advantage to his old job as Division Head. After sleeping and cooling off the night before, the 32-year old Transfiguration Head made his way into downtown London early, and was on Level 6 before his other employees had arrived.

After turning on lights, Armen walked down the short hall passed the work cubicles and went into his office. He hung up his coat and then made his way over to his desk to begin sorting through the pile of mail that had been delivered that morning.

About 15 minutes into his work the door knocked and he called out a cheery, "Come in, it's open!"

Hearing a voice only a few seconds after he'd knocked, Adam jumped away from the door, a little startled. Then, on realizing what he had done, he laughed silently, and mentally shook himself. Since when was Adam Stemp nervous? Oh yeah, since this was his first job. Emphasis on the word 'job'. Adam wasn't made for working. Nuh uh.

But he was going to his best to try and be good at what he was to do. Make Lorelai proud, if nothing else. Taking a deep breath, he pushed down on the door handle and let himself into the room, moving forward to stand a little more than a meter in front of his Boss' desk.

"Good morning. I'm Adam Stemp, new employee in the Apparition Division," he said, and it came out a lot more cheerful than he'd realized he was. Did he just say 'good morning'? That was a first for Adam.

Armen knew that someone was here to see him but he was in the middle of reading an important letter from someone that needed his complete and utter attention so it was a few seconds before he looked up to great...the new employee?! Ooh awesome!

He set the letter aside in a drawer and then looked up to the younger guy infront of him. Standing up and coming around his mahogany desk, Armen grasped the man's hand firmly and shook it, a bright smile on his face. "Well it's nice to meet you Adam of Apparation, I'm Armen Recard your Department Head." he added his next comment with a chuckle. "Awesome Division by the way Apparation, it's where I started off."

He then swept passed his newest employee and held the door open. "Ok and if you follow me I will show you to the work area to meet the whole crew and we can start our day. It's a busy one." And he walked down the short hall, expecting Adam to follow.

Office of Department Head
Armen Recard




As you enter the room you come to face a large ornate desk set with a high-backed desk chair all placed near a large window, yes enchanted windows in this underground Ministry Office. The current Department Head had a work order put in to have them placed there because the office was far too 'dreary' to allow for productiveness. All around the room are small artifacts and trinkets: glass spheres, old Portkeys, a Firebolt hanging above the frame of the entrance, and a Muggle tri-cycle hanging from the ceiling in a far corner. His prized posession hung over the fireplace and floo connection, a copy of the portrait Lord Borr had made of the Transportation Head after his small victory over the Magical Law Enforcement Department.

After returning from his hiatus as Minister's Excutive Personal Assistant, Recard reclaimed his office from the woman who had watched it in his absence and after de-womanizing it, it was back to the way it was before he left. The rightful Department Head of Magical Transportation was back and ready to get his level back to it's former glory.

Please knock before entering.

If you need to speak with your Mr. Recard then please knock and then enter.

Jen was rather excited about the festivities of the day that were commencing. She was tired of being holed up in her flat writing all day everyday. Even if she did enjoy it. She was ready to work again, and ready to take whatever it was to help make the magical world work a little bit easier. Knocking on the frame of the door with her knuckles, Jen poked her head into the door. "Hello?" She questioned, she always hated it when she went to someone's office to find that they weren't there.

The office was empty.

When Armen had arrived at the Ministry early that morning he had entered his office merely to hang up his traveling cloak and hat and then was off to gather the things he had gotten for the first day back at the Ministry from a nearby closet. He hadn't returned since. Instead when an employee from his level entered the office and knocked accordingly the small device on his desk shaped like an Eagle with its beak open emitted the audible vouce of a cool female:

But in mid-speech the female voice was interupted and just like a Muggle telephone's signifying 'BEEP' the playful and excited voice of Armen blurted out:

Then the figurine was silent.

Jen jumped at the sudden voice from eagle like object on the desk. She opened her mouth to say something, but then upon hearing a different voice and it's directions, Jen nodded her head a few times. Turning around with her back to the office now, she left in search of the break room.

Armen arrived early that morning to his office in order to get a few paperwork things off of his desk, and he meant filing them, not just tossing them into the rubbish bin. He had been enjoying the company of his new employees very much over the past few days and was pretty excited for the weeks to come when he would be able to start actualy business with them.

Although it was early he left the door to his office propped open to encourage any visitors if they should arrive early as well.

Thank Merlin someone responded and she got out of brainstorming for that ridiculous idea of the Minsiter’s. It was absurd that he wanted them to pretty up the office. When did it become a necessity for work to be squishy and happy?! You got paid to do a job, wasn’t that enough for these people?!

Medea exited the lift and walked swiftly to the door of Mr. Recard. Files in hand the woman smoothed her robes and knocked on the door.

Alright so there was a need to print a few Apparation licenses today so he would need to check with Katherine and Katrina if the examiner had indeed passed both tests. Ok one thing down.

Before Armen was able to pick up another stack of memos to work on, a knock was heard on his door frame and he looked up. Since he had left the door propped open he saw it was a witch with some files in her arm that was completely unfamiliar to him and was obviously not one of his employees. "Ah you must be Miss Ward, from level one? Come on in and take a seat!" he said turned to retrieve a folder from a table behind him.

The woman nodded her head once in acknowledgement as she walked over the threshold into the office. Taking a quick glance around the room she was impressed with his office furniture, it was manly, powerful, impressive and it looked like an office should. That thought however was immediately interrupted when she noticed a 3-wheeled thing hanging from the ceiling. That’s when she looked closer at her surroundings. Wow. Hoard much?! Talk about clutter.

Bringing her eyes back to Mr. Recard she held out her hand, ”Pleasure to meet you sir.” And here is where she struggled, small talk or no small talk?! Sure in most conversations with most people it was customary but she really wasn’t a small talk kind of person. Medea Ward was more of a straight to the point kind of person. On the other hand the woman was vying for a promotion, she wanted power. More power than the position of Internal Liaison Supervisor could grant her anyways. The woman wasn’t ungrateful of the opportunity, just hungry for more. Being nice, friendly and warm might get her further.

Eh… small talk it is.

Gesturing to 3-wheeled thing dangling from the ceiling, ”May I ask what that is?” The woman tried to come off sincere and genuine, not sure that she had succeeded though. One thing she knew for sure, it had to be Muggle-made.

There was one thing Medea hated more than a weak-willed individual, and that was a Muggle. She wouldn’t show it though, nope. If she wanted power someday she’d have to pretend to at least tolerate Muggles. Isn’t that how politics work?!

Turning back around from the cabinet and setting the file on the desk's mahogany top, Armen's eyes landed on the Liason Supervisor's hand extended waiting for a shake. The Department Head reached his hand out and shook her's, a wary, yet kind smile on his face. She worked on the same level as Borr and wondered if she perhaps was part of the Cult. He did this alot nowadays, wondering who was on their side and who was not. "It is a pleasure." he said nodding.

Taking a seat and gesturing towards the chair across from him, Armen followed her gaze and listened excitedly for her reaction to the muggle item hanging from the ceiling in the far corner. "Oh that Miss Ward is a tricycle. Its a children's transportation machine, quite ingenious yes? It is physically impossible for the thing to tip over you see, Muggle made too. Do you like it?" Armen took a second and looked at the contraption, turning his head to the side in admiration. Muggles were completely clueless at times but some of their things were at last interesting. Now if that pesky Statue would be dropped....

Letting go of the hand shake she obeyed his gesture and sat. The woman did not relax into the chair however; she stayed on the edge of her seat and kept a tall strong posture.

The woman looked from Mr. Recard to the thing in the corner. Ugh, Muggles. Blah, blah blah. She nodded and her eyebrows inched closer to her hairline as he spoke. A couple audible Oh’s and Mmm’s escaped her lips. She was rocking out the ’I’m pretending to pay attention and give two shakes about the stupid filthy Muggles.’ look.

As he finished she brought her eyes back to him, ”Oh yes, very interesting.” Lies.All.Lies. But who cares if she lies and says she likes the stupid dangling tri-whatever-a-thing. No one.

She motioned to the other random things in the office, ”Are they all Muggle related?” She couldn’t tell if they all had something in common, or random bits of things that made him happy, or what. All she knew for sure was he liked to collect things. She’d go insane with this many items in her work area. This of course brought back to her mind the current instruction from Borr about prettying up the office areas. Stupid.Idea. Mmmm, maybe she’d suggest Devil’s Snare. Insert evil laugh here.

Armen continued to stare at the muggle tri-cycle with rapt amazement for a few more seconds and turned to see that his visitor was obviously in about the same amount of dazed awe that she was practically leaping out of her seat to get a closer look. About ready to offer her a chance to ride the thing, The Transportation Head thought better of it since they were doing official business at the moment concerning the liason of his department and put that suggestion aside for a later date. You could never pass up a free ride on the muggle invention! "Im glad you think so!" Truth was he didnt't really know all that much about Muggle stuff he just thought it was cool looking.

Armen turned his head to the side for a moment as she asked if they were all muggle-related. What was she talking about-- oh his things? "No no, these are just a collection of knicknacks I've gotten over the years." he motioned to the statue Luara had given him after becoming Dept Head, a figurine from the time they attacked the office; just normal things. So when was he going to tell her his Liason choice?

Well he sure excited easily didn’t he? Medea was slightly a taken back by his enthusiasm. Honestly it was sort of cute. A genuine smile graced her face; it was nice to see someone who enjoyed their job so thoroughly. Medea didn't have the energy to maintain that sort of passion on a daily bases. There were two things however Medea had undying passion for, gaining power and Mason. The woman allowed him a moment to bask in the glory of his memorabilia before snapping back to reality.

The woman retrieved a file folder from her side and opened it, ”I’ll get to business so you can return to your employees or tasks or whatever.” Another smile. Mr. Recard certainly had a way of making someone feel comfortable and let their guard down. She handed him a sheet that detailed the prerequisites for the position. ”So, Mr. Recard, did you have someone in mind?”

She moved her hair behind her ear and folded her hands in her lap waiting for his response.

So maybe she should've told Armen that she was coming up here, oh well. It was too late now, she could hardly like owl him now, when she was like right outside his door. That would just be silly. But now she was thinking about it, she had no idea if he had anyone in his office. Prehaps she could just like pretend she had some message for Armen from Evander. That could work. Mm. That was a very good idea actually. Although...she really did look far too happy to be delivering a message. She really needed to practice her sad, or 'unhappy im at work' face. She would do that later. Right now she had a very important man to see. Knocking on the door, she smiled, kind of hoping that he would be there, because she'd look pretty silly if he'd gone.

Leo strode toward the office of his head of department. Maybe this was where he got instructions? He'd thought Mickie was following him, but now he wasn't sure. Where was she? Shrugging, Leo knocked on the door, and waited for a reply.

Glancing at the Liason coordinator as she seemed to be enjoying her little visit to level six and the chance to see all his knick-knacks Armen thought that he would possibly have to invite her back down again just for a cup of coffee and perhaps a chance to tell her a bit more about some of the other things hiding around in his office, many stories but no time for them now, business was calling.

Cracking his fingers and sitting up in his office chair, Armen reached forward for the folder and looked at the sheet that was hidden within. "Ah yes. I recieved a copy of this from the Minister's Office already and I do believe I have a worthy candidate for the liason position for Magical Transportation." Armen reached to the left side of his desk and retrieved a folder of his own, and handed to Medea with a florish. "Katrina Rayne -- she's been an employee of Level Six for quite awhile now assisting myself and this Department well, including our brief stint of intergrating muggle and magical transport systems last summer." he nodded. Miss Rayne had certainly risen to the occasion recently which was why the thrity-five year old had chosen her to be his Ministry liason to Borr.

Different TIME!
Armen had just gotten in to the office and was dead tired. He had spent the night awake, unable to sleep for some odd reason and was not really sure what it was that had kept him up for the most part of the night. He took off his suit jacket and hung it up on the coatrack in the corner before stretching and then heading over to the table with the Gillywater was kept. He poured a glass and then sank into the leather couch.

Then the door knocked. Siiiigh. "Come in please." At least the knock wasn't that load or urgent sounding.

And ANOTHER TIME please!
Armen himself had just gotten back from a meeting with the shopkeeper of Quality Quidditch Supplies in Diagon Alley about a missing shipment of luxory broomsticks when he walked through level six and towards his office. When he approached the door that lead to his working quarters he wasn't too suprised to see a man standing there knocking on it. It was a busy work day to be honest but he was more suprised by the fact that he didn't know him.

"Oh hello there, Armen Recard. Message from someone?" he said distractedly as he pointed his wand at the door and unlocked it, entering and gesturing for the guy to follow him.

Mickie walked into the office directly behind Leo, carrying her small box under one arm and a thin walking stick in the other hand. Smiling when she heard the department head introduce himself to Leo, Mickie stepped forward and introduced herself. "Hello Mr. Recard. I'm Mackenzie Young, Mickie if you like. I've been hired into the department."

Message? What? Leo raised an eyebrow. Wasn't this the guy who'd hired him? "Er, no actually. I'm new. I was told to report here. Leo Black?" Leo tried for the casual but professional look, and probably came off more confused. This definitely wasn't the way he'd intended to start his new job. He'd imagined walking in, being greeted with semi-familiarity, and given something to do. Not asked if he was sending a message.

"And he was kind enough to let me follow him up," Mickie said, nodding in Leo's approximate direction. Mr. Recard seems distracted, maybe. I hope we didn't catch him at a bad time. I wasn't given an especially specific time to meet him. Clearly.

Ahh. So he was in, meaning that her trip down here wasn't really a complete fail. By the sounds of it, he was also alone, so that was pretty good too. Isobel really didn't want to disrupt something important, although she did feel that she was pretty important herself. Glancing around, hoping that nobody else was like wanting to come and see Armen at the same time, because she wouldn't have been to happy. Thakfully nobody was there. Perfect. Opening the door, she wandered into his office, giving him a smile as she saw him sitting on the couch. Mmm. He looked tired, like really tired.

"Good mornning gorgeous....' Yeah. It was pretty good that he was on his own. That might not have gone too well if someone else had been present.

Mr. Recard was certainly an animated fellow. She couldn't help but be assumed. It didn't help he was very cute. Medea immediately reminded herself she is in a very real relationship with Mason. The cracking of the knuckles snapped her back.

Wonderful news! She could check this one off the list. ”Terrific Mr. Recard.” The dark haired woman loved it when people performed with in a timely manner, even more so when they perform before they’re expected to. She took the file, and again smiled at his flourish. Was she blushing?!

”Yes. Well.” The woman tried to collect herself; she was being unprofessional and inappropriate. ”Thank you for your time, and making the choice so quickly. I see you’ve done your homework and are prepared.”

Ms. Ward stood she needed to leave the office before she asked this man to coffee. Think of Mason. ”Mr. Recard it was a pleasure meeting you.”

As Armen continued to try and settle in to the office, taking off his hat and coat and hanging them on the coat stand, he turned around and there was another person, a woman this time, standing next to the first fellow. Oh were there two messengers now? This had better not be an embarrassing candy-gram singing type message thing from Isobel.

But before he could ask what their business was with him, the woman spoke up saying that she was a new hire to the Department...which made the man one aswell? Oh thank Merlin. "Oh yes of course, of course! Come on in you two!" He said motioning them forward to take the seats across from his desk. "Would you like anything to drink, a butterbeer or Gilly water?" he said standing by his drink cabinet in the corner. He eyed the woman's walking stick breifly, wondering if he should be on the look-out for an attack, you never knew these days.

Taking a drink of a Gillywater himself, he decided he should introduce himself in person since they had only corrisponded via owls so far. "Well good morning, I'm Armen Recard your new Department Head, its nice to finally meet you Leo and Mickie." he did like nicknames!
His eyes remaining closed he heard the door open and his heart beat lowered when he heard heels walking towards him. He couldn't think of anyone wanting to attack him at the moment, and definately not a woman he could think of. He had tended to try and not step on any toes so it was no real threat.

Then the greating brought a small smile to his tired face. "Well I should have known. Good morning to you aswell Isobel." he leaned his head up and grinned boy-ishly at his little ryhme. She was certainly a sight for sore eyes (literally).
Armen had no idea what was going on with Miss. Ward she seemed a bit...flustered. Was she uncomfortable with something he said? Did he do somethign wrong. "Umm Miss Ward, are you ok? Would you like me to open a window? I know it won't do much since they are fake but still, anything I can do?" he said standing up as she did.

D'awww she was so kind complementing him like that. "Well thank you, just doing my job. And you're leaving so soon?" he said stepping towards her to shake her hand in farewell, again noticing the splotches on her cheeks. "Well we should get together sometime and chat, is that ok?" he asked innocently. He was really completely unaware of any thing that was going on in the woman's head.

Mmm. Isobel was deciding that she would like to come and see him more often in the mornings like this. It was very nice, and would definetly make her day much better. "Oh?" Isobel laughed a little, as she sat down on the couch next to him. Now she was closer she could see that he really did look tired. Was he not sleeping? Well she could understand why, he did have an entire department to look after.

"You look tired....: She mused, looking up at him, seeming concerned. She was pretty sure that he wouldn't have a good day at work if he was tired. Maybe she should've brought some coffee up with her. That would've woken him up a bit more.