Alfie walked around the office, wearing his 'I am SO ready for this' look. He kept going back and forth from the his small desk to the large table that was in front of the room. Looking through the rolls of parchments, he kept shaking his head, "No no not this one, no not this one. Where is it?!" He said rather excitedly.

"Would someone help me look for the--" He paused thinking of what he was about to ask for. Alford snapped his fingers twice until his figured it out. "Ahh yeah, would someone help me look for the last match? The one between the
Holyhead Harpies AND the Caerphilly Catapults, please and thank you!" he called to whoever would help him.

Mary walked into the office, with a proud look on her face. She saw Alfie talking to himself. She smiled and a dimple appeared on both her cheeks. Her hair was tied in one plait and her blue eyes were bright and shining. She hadn’t put any make-up coz she doesn’t like it.
She sat on her chair and saw some papers on her table. She glanced through them and kept them on the table. She got up and walked towards Alfie.
‘What happened Alfie? Why are you talking to yourself? Have you gone mad or something?’ she asked Alfie, smiling her sweet smile.

Ooc: isn’t it that everyone knows each other?

OOC: Yes everyone knows eachother XD I'm assuming Alfie isn't alone.

Looking at Mary, he frowned. "I'm not alone!" Alford told her with a stern look. "Look around the office!" he told her as he pointed around to the people that were in there. (let's assume there are people ) "Now would you help me look for those parchments?"

John walked in to the office and smiled he loved coming to work….. Well it didn’t really feel like work. Opening his copy of the daily profit to the sports section, John’s eyes flicked back and forward reading the latest write up about the Quidditch game last night.

Someone should just get him a shovel so he could start banging his head with it. "Bray!" he said calling the young man that was sitting on his desk. "For Merlin's sake, stop reading the bloody news and help me with this!" he exclaimed as some of the parchments fell on the floor.

"Come on you!"

John looked up from his paper and smiled “Alfie need some help?” he said folding the paper and dropping it on his desk and walking over to where Alfie was standing. “Ok what are you actually looking for?”

This was starting to get a tad bit annoying. Of couse, a Janet clone would be just as annoying. But it was boring too. His hand was still covered in chocolate frosting, as was the area around his mouth. He'd finally pocketed his keychain, though.

Jack stuck his head into the room and knocked on the door frame. "Hey... um..." What was he supposed to say? Maybe there was some sort of Janet clone in here. His attention darted from person to person. Then did a double take on the girl. Holy youngness. Where had she been earlier?

"Wipe that smile off your face!" He told him as he looked around the parchments. "Do I look like I'm cooking, Blay?!" he asked him as he pointed to the papers. "I don't think so! Now, help look for the parchment that had the last match. The one between Holyhead Harpies and the Caerphilly Catapults" He told him as he began rummaging through the papers.

Hearing a voice, Aflie turned around and raised his brow at the little kid. "What in blazes are you doing here?!" He asked him, "You are late! Now get to work!"

Alford claims he knew everyone in his department.

As if.

John walked over to the desk and after about a moment he had found the parchment that Alfie was looking for “there you go Alfie” and then with a quick flick of his wand the other parchments started organizing them self on in to files into divisions and dates

Jack blinked several times. "I've been here for ever. What am I supposed to be doing anyway?" It seemed as though he'd found the Janet clone. Or the Janet clone's helper. Or... something like that.

"Apparently I should be doing something in that flower room. But nobody's in there." And the flowers were beginning to creep him out. He subconciously stuck his clean hand into his pocket, pulled out the soccer ball keychain, and began to spin it around his finger again.

John smiled as all the parchments finally stopped shuffling around the table and were organized. Walking back to his desk he picked up his copy of the daily profit and fell down in to his chair putting his feet up on the small filling cablet beside his desk he open started to read again.

Just as he about to turn the page John noticed a memo shooting in to the office quick reflexes from playing Quidditch allowed his hand to shoot up into the air and grab the memo like a snitch.

Smiling John read the memo requesting information about the local Quidditch referees and putting the memo down he started looking in some of the folders around his desk for the information.

Chris walked into the Office and noticed some of his co- workers were already there. He put on a bright smile and walked over to his desk placing his morning coffee and newspaper on it before looking around the room he loved so much.

After what already seemed to be a busy day arranging new matches, Gavin Murphy enters the room rather excitedly. Not your typical excited Gavin, but a spastic, bouncing off the walls Gavin.

"Afternoon, everyone! Hope your day has been an eventful one. Got a new assignment for everyone...this one's a good one too! We've been asked to set up a charity Quidditch match to benefit St. Mungo's. "

An ear to ear grin could be seen across Gavin's face. He loved charity matches almost as much as he loved Quidditch itself. Getting to help raise Galleons for such a great cause wouldn't even seem like work.

"We will need to find a couple of teams that will have free schedules at the end of the month and will be willing to help a fantastic cause! And another thing--I'll need a few of you to break off into a seperate team to organize sponsors as well. I'm off to send a few owls about it now, but if any of you need any help or have a question, don't be afraid to come to my office."

Gavin tipped his orange cap (which absolutely did not match the rest of his outfit--but this was no real surprise) and walked down the hall to send the necessary owls.

Jack pulled a face. But what was he supposed to do? This job thing was utterly confusing. He licked some of the frosting off of his lips and stuffed his keychain back into his pocket.

"Um... right..." Office. He should go there. After all, the Janet clone wasn't very Janetish. Jack walked out of the room backwards.

It wasn't long after Gavin had left the Quidditch offices before he was back again.

"I know, I know! I keep popping in and out today, but we've just received a very important memo that needs to be taken care of promptly."

Gavin reached his hands into the back pocket of his corduroy trousers only to find that the memo he thought was there wasn't. He patted his front pockets, but again--no memo.

"I've seemed to have misplaced the actual memo, but no matter as I remember...I think. The Ministry is busy trying to get the Quidditch World Cup all sorted and we've been placed in charge of seating arrangements. I know we're swamped with the charity match as well, so I'll be breaking you off into two teams so we can be most effective. Please visit my office as soon as possible so I can give you your assignments. I will also be asking the other departments for their help as well."

With that being said, Gavin tipped his hat again and began to head towards his office.

Chris was Highly Amused as he watched Gavin Explained about the Charity event. "Hmm that's sounds like fun." Chris thought a smile of his own coming across his face. He was just about to turn to his desk when Gavin came back. As he listened to this notice "Aww well better now then later." He said after Gavin had vanished from the room. I guess I'll go to his office now.

'Hmm, a charity event sounds good.' Mary said.She walked towards her table and shuffled through some papers. She saw the one which Alfie wanted and said.
'Hey Alfie, here's your paper.'