Armen's shock from Isobel banging on his door started to fade as he saw how upset she was--not really her anger, the sadness she was expressing tore him a little. He swallowed hard and took her arm gently in his and sat her down on the couch, sitting beside her. "Izzy, dear, they don't hate you, they hate me!" he assured her, taking her hand in his and rubbing the top of it with his other.

Ohh umm how would they do that? "Well Izzy..." he didn't want to say that anyone's positon in the MLE was useless at the moment because that was NOT entirely true at all. They still needed some security in the Ministry Complex. "The thing is, the Wizarding World is in good hands at the moment." he said and then quickly continued, knowing she would disagree with him there. "Izzy, the Cult isn't as bad as Evander, Damien, and Gabe make it out to be. We aren't all ransacking Diagon Alley or harming others. The majority of us are meerely politicians and officials who's main concern is the Great Good of the Wizarding Communittee."

Isobel hadn't quite realised how upset she actually was, regarding her collegues opinion of her now. But clearly it really had upset her. Isobel had never really been that popular, not at school anyway, and always wanted to be friends with her collegues. She allowed him to sit her down on the couch. She sighed heavily, closing her eyes. "No...they do hate me Armen. They think I'm stupid for dating you, that you're up to no good." Sure she knew about the cult now. They'd have a daytrip if they leant about that.

Isobel opened her eyes, watching him, as she weaved there fingers together. Even though she was upset, and angry at him, she couldn't help but feel some comfort from him. Armen always helped her feel more at ease, more relaxed. "Are you sure Armen?" She asked, wanting him to tell her how involved he was in the cult. "All those people are disappearing, being killed. You can't tell me that's not the cult. I know it is. I've seen the files." She wasn't stupid, and she wasn't going to let him lie to her. "I know you're a good man Armen, but I can't believe the whole cult is a good idea....it goes against why I've be doing for my whole life...."

Armen's face turned into a bit of a scowl. He didn't care if they hated him, he didn't care for most of them either really (the ones he knew at least), but it was completely unfair for them to judge Isobel for his actions. "Isobel, that is unfair and I agree with you. Shall I have a talk with them?" It didn't sound like a strong plan, and she probably didn't need her boy friend going in and telling off her co-workers, especially since most of them were going to be ready to blast him off anyways--he just wanted to help.

And now it was at the tricky part, the Cult's actions as of late. He made a small face and then just dove right into it. "Isobel, that's not what all of us stand for. I for one do not agree with it." He had been around the cult when he was younger and saw some even more horrific things, causing in part his original seperation from the group. "What I am in the Cult for is the bettering of the Wizarding World. I'm helping to restore power in the Ministry and enstill values for the Environment and Magical teachings. We as a people shouldn't be hindered by the out-dated Statue of Secrecy, it's just not right." he said his voice turning sort of into pleading, he really wanted her to understand why he was putting up with all of this stuff.

And then she was questioning the Cult again. "Izzy, that's natural. You have been trained a certain way. We can't expect all of you that work in the MLE to just accept our ways right off the bat that is why we have waited so long to..." don't say apprehend. "push you in the right direction. This Apparation thing is just to sort of wake you all up a bit. We need talented witches and wizards like you to help out our Ministry and people, and establish new order." Armen sighed....this was tough. He wanted her to believe he was a good man.

It was kind of a relief to have this off of her chest. At least it wasn't pounding in her head now. But...Armen come have a word with them? Isobel grinned for a moment. "Armen are you my boyfriend or my dad?" She nodded though, before speaking again. "I'll be okay. I just try to get on with things, I have a job to do." And she tended to get on with it. It wasn't like her whole live revolved around what they thought.

It made her feel better to know that he wasn't one of those cult members that went around hurting people. Isobel hadn't thought he was, she knew Armen, he wasn't like that. Isobel let her other hand rise up, and she stroked his face gently. "You have your reasons Armen, they are good reasons." She nodded, smiling a little at him. Part of her didn't care anymore. At least he wasn't hurting people. She knew he was telling her the truth, because he wouldn't lie to her. Not now. "I understand why you are in the cult Armen, others might not, but I do." And she didn't care. As long as he didn't get hurt, or get her hurt, then she didn't care.

Isobel kind of stared at him. The cult wanted to change MLE? "You lot don't think the MLE is....doing things right?" Because that kinda sucked and she didn't really like. "I can sort of understand why you want to do this, but it wasn't the right way Armen. Everyone is going to be against you now....even people not in MLE"

Despite the situation and all the emotion going on in this conversation, the 'dad or boyfriend' comment made him chuckle slightly. "I'm your boyfriend Izzy, I just don't want this Cult stuff to have to effect you too. You are a brilliant witch and Auror and they should be smart enough to realize that your personal choices have no effect on your career." he said nodding.

She understood, and thought he had good reasons. He did too, now why couldn't the rest of the Ministry see things like she did? He wasn't out there blowing up orphanages or anything, he was taking away Apparation licenses to punish a Cult-resisting MLE department.

"Well I don't necessarily think you all are doing things wrong..." he started, chosing his words carefully. "It's just, not what is needed for our Ministry today. Of course we still would like to have you all on board, just your hard work, redirected slightly." There, that made sense right? He gave her a hug.

It made her happy that her really did seem to care about it, it made Isobel decide that there was no way that he could be bad. Surely if he was really bad, he wouldn't care about her, and Isobel knew that if he was just dating her to benefit the cult, that she would've worked it out by now. He wouldn't have asked her to move in with him if he didn't care about her. She smiled at him as he spoke. "Thanks Armen.." It was nice hearing that, Damien didn't really compliment much. It was true though, her choice to date Armen wouldn't conflict with her career. She was always right with the MLE against the Cult if they needed too, unless it was Armen. She'd never be able to hex him, she just wouldn't be able to mean it.

"You better not be putting me out of a job Armen..." Isobel warned, looking stern at him for a moment. But she knew that he'd not do that. He knew how important her job was too her. She hugged him back, smiling. She'd felt angry, and upset at him, but now she was feeling much happier. "The rest of the department just don't like the cults...approach. and It's understandable."

"You're welcome." he squeezed her again and then let her hand remain in his. This was nice, just being in the office togeter, away from all the other people for just a moment. Then she mentioned him putting her out of a job. "Oh Izzy," he shook his head. "I wouldn't put you out of a job. Honestly, do you think I would?" he said kindly. He wouldn't do that to someone he liked as much as her.

Armen stood and went to fetch her something to drink he was being a good boyfriend right? "Would you like a butterbeer or anything dear?" he asked. "Or do you need to be getting back to work?" He knew things were going to be hectic now that the dragon dung had hit the fan.

Isobel was really feeling better. She'd be able to go back to work feeling much better now. Armen really did make her feel better, all the time. Ahh. So he wasn't going to make her out of a job. "....No." She really didn't think that he would. Maybe to the other people in MLE, but not her. Which she was pretty happy about. "Not that I need one if you're on your way to the top..." Isobel smirked for a second. Not that she would not work, she wasn't like that.

Oh. Butterbeer with her boyfriend, or going back to work? Oh. Well now that wasn't a hard choice really. "A butterbeer wuld be lovely." She'd go back to work after it, and probably face the wrath of Damien. She didn't care though. Not quite yet.

Oh? heh. She would quit her job if he made it to the top? That didn't sound liek Izzy but ok. He chuckled and reached into the cabinet for two butterbeers and removed the caps with his wand. The Department Head walked back over to the sofa and gave one to his girlfriend and took a large sip from the other.

"So you are missing anything important in MLE to be here are you?" he asked wished. He wouldn't want to put Evander out or anything.

Hopefully Armen knew that she was actually joking about quitting fihe got to the top. She wouldn't do that, her job meant too much to her. So she definetly wouldn't be quitting if he got to the top, unless like he needed to move countries. Then maybe she'd quit. Izzy smiled, taking the butterbeer from him, and taking a sip. She figured that maybe after this she should go back to work. Damien would probably kill her if she disappeared.

"Probably. Damien was yelling his head off before I came down here. I'm sure he doesnt llike me." Because of Armen clearly. But she didn't really care that much. So what if Damen didn't like her? She did her job, and she did it well. That was all that mattered.

Armen tapped his wand onto the doorknob of his office and entered the spacious room, setting his suit jacket on the back of his chair and grabbing a drink. He certainly needed one after that fiasco in the stairwell with the new Cheif investigator of MLE and Izzy. What was their deal together?

Sipping his drink he waited for Isobel to get into the office before speaking. "Please shut the door." Another sip to try and settle his nerves.

Isobel had really no idea what was going on, but Armen was silent during their whole journey to his office. This worried her a little. Was something wrong? She eyed him carefully, following him into his office. Izzy really didn't like how he was speaking to her. Sure he was a department head, but she was not his employee. Not at all. She didn't bother to mention this to him though, becaue she'd told him plenty of time.

She closed the door, before turning to face him. "Are you okay Armen?" Because she was pretty certain that he wasn't

Draining his glass, Armen breathed deeply for a moment as he heard the door shut and Isobel ask him what was wrong; as if she didn't know.

"No Izzy, I am not ok." he said leaning against the drink caddy, his back to her as he spoke. Suddenly he turned to look at her, his face contorted in anger and betrayel. "How could you talk about me like that to him?" He just didn't understand what would have made her do something like that to him.

Well. She had figured that. What she didn't get was why he wasn't looking at her. He clearly respected her that much. Izzy was shocked he finally did turn around. He looked really angry. She'd not seen him that angry. This was about Wes? Seriously? "Armen..." She really didn't want him to get angry. She didn't really know what to say to him, to stop him getting angry. Isobel really didn't want to hex him, but if she had to she had too.

"We were just talking about the cult." That had been it. Then they'd moved onto discussing work, and other things. "He has the same views as me, it's nice to actually be able to talk to someone about it." Unlike him. She couldn't talk to Armen about it at all.

When he had gotten into the serious relationship with Izzy he had never expected things to get as difficult as they now were. Had she merely been in a different department, things could have been completely different and all this strife could be avoided but it wasn't, and she had gone behind his back to talk to another man.

"Oh well, isn't that nice. Getting to talkt to other men, when you have problems rather than your own boyfriend." He said crossing his arms where he stood. "And that's not all he said you talked about, he said you believed the rubbish that I was Borr puppet and couldn't think for myself. I'm this for myself too much like you are on...their side for your own beliefs. I just can't believe you would go behind my back like that after what we have been through."

Isobel eyed him. Was he being serious? "You don't need to be so sarcastic." She frowned at him. She wasn't just some child he was talking to. She was an adult, and demanded that she was talked in an appopriate manner. But Armen clearly didn't stick to this, and she really didn't like it. "And Wesley isn't some other man. He's a collegue of mine" And right now a much better man that you.

"You don't understand Armen!" Because he thought the cult was ever so fantastic. "You know you don't." She added quietly, staring at him. She wasn't letting this go. Oh no. "....I never said that." Of course she wouldn't say that. She didn't think he was a puppet. "I already know that! And I've accepted it remember. I've accepted you." But right now she was kind of regretting it. "Oh. Am I not allowed to talk to my collegues now? Are you going to monitor who I talked too?" What a great boyfriend you are."

She kept saying that she didn't tell him anything much about Armen's involvement yet she was sitting here expressing her regrets of him right in his own office. Armen was hurt, he really was.

"Izzy, I just can't believe you right now. We are a couple and couples don't talk about their insecurities and flaws in one another with other people. It's not right." he tensed a bit, those words were harsh.

"I really never thought it would come to this, I trusted you to just respect my choices as I respected yours, but I think it is time you step down from MLE for us." He said looking at her, almost pleadingly. It needed to be done really, that would also put out any worry he had that something could happen to her when the Cult officially took full control.

Armen could never believe her could he? He was constantly telling her this, and it really kind of hurt. After a year he still didn't trust her? Really? "You can never believe me." She mused quietly, still staring at him. She wasn't going to let him win this argument, because he was not being fair at all. "Every time I tell you that I do not like the cult, you just go on about how our views are different, and that the cult is for the greater good of our world. I don't ever feel that I can talk to you about it! To tell you that I'm scared about it" Part of her didn't think she could talk to him at all.

What. "Excuse me?" Isobel was truely shocked. He wanted her to step down from her job. Was he serious? She stepped closer to him, clearly looking angry now. "I don't see you offering to step down from your job for us." Yeah. We can see right through you Armen Recard. "Being an auror is my life. You've been with me a year. You should know that by now." She loved her job more than anything. "I won't step down for anything." That might have seemed selfish, and a bit harsh, but Isobel didn't see Armen being willing to give up anything for them. "I'm sorry Armen, but I just cannot."

He never could believe her? That wasn't his fault. She was the one that was always giving him reasons not to. She never believed in his ideals for a better world for Wizarding kind and she always questioned his ethics in the ways he did things. And now he was simply asking her to stop her job, working for the goons that were keeping the Cult from fully taking control.

And even this was blowing up. "Merlin, Isobel! Why do you have to be so difficult?! Can't you see I'm at least trying to come up with solutions to fix us?" he practically shouted towards her. "You don't see me going and shacking up with other Cultists in pubs and whining to them about how 'bad I have things 'cause my girlfriend's in the bloody MLE'!"

Isobel blinked as he shouted at her. "Do not shout at me." Because she hated it. She absolutely hated anyone shouting at her, and she was not going to let him get away with. "You have no right to speak to me like that. I am not a child." And Armen should've known that. It really did upset her. It was clear on her face now, and she was having to blink back tears a little. She was so angry with Armen, but even with that, his words were still hurting her.

"I'm not being difficult. Why should I have to give up something I've worked so hard for" It was not fair. And she wasn't willing to do it. She loved her job, it was what made her her, and she wasn't going to let Armen take that away. "Oh. So you do think that you have it bad then?" Nice to know there relationship meant so much to him. "And I was no whining. I was having a conversation....or am I not allowed to do that anymore."

Armen just looked at Isobel as she began to raise her voice back at him and retaliate in her own words. He was tired. Tired of trying to keep the peace between them while stile havign to attend to his own duties, and her to her own.

He needed this all to just stop, right now. Armen rubbed his forehead hard and then held his hands up to stop Isobel from yelling back. "Just stop." he lowered his voice. "I th-think we need to see other people Izzy." He turned back towards the drink stand and looked away from her pouring himself another Firewhiskey.

It was done.

Isobel folded her arm, as she watched him. What was he going to say now? Izzy already thought he'd said enough. If he trying to hurt her, then he had succeded. She was not happy with him right now. Not at all. She raised her eyebrow as he help his hands up. Did he not hear her when she said that she was not a child? Armen was clearly death as well as stupid.

What came next shocked her. He wanted to see other people. Tears split down her cheeks before she could stop them, and she quickly rubbed them away. She could not believe this. "You want to break up?" Even though they had just argued, that did come as a bit of a shock to her. He'd had enough? really?

Taking a drink from the glass, Armen's back was still turned to face the wall but he heard Izzy begin to cry behind him and his face stayed stoney. He didn't want it to end like this, she was making him feel guilty. He loved her, he really did but they just couldn't be together anymore. It had become apparent that their relationship was to destructive for both sides.

"I," he swallowed hard. "Think it would be for the best." Gahh this was just horrible. He didn't know what else to say.

Isobel rubbed her eyes, willing herself not to cry. But this hurt. This really hurt. Armen has promised he wouldn't hurt her like Evander had, but here he was doing exactly that. She was kind of angry. She should've known that Armen would hurt her all along. He was in the cult for goodness sake. She'd been so stupid. She sighed, rubbing her eyes. She couldn't stay here any longer. She was getting angry, and she really did not want to hurt him. That would not be good.

"Okay." There was nothing else she could say about it, and she was not going to beg him to change her mind. She wasn't that low. "Good luck Armen....because we are now clearly on opposite sides." She turned to walk out the door, but paused for a second. "I shall collect my stuff from your apartment later." And then she left his office, heading back to Level 2.

Armen stood there, silent as the door slammed behind Isobel; he words echoing throughout the room. Her stuff from his apartment, different sides....it sucked.

Suddenly a rush of anger coursed through his body and Armen reached for the decanter of Firewhiskey which sat on his drink stand and threw it at the wall where it smashed into a thousand pieces. After running his hands through his hair, he grabbed his jacket and no that he no longer had anything to drink in his office he headed out the door on his way to Knockturn Alley.