Genevieve blinked a few times. As much as the break room was girly, this room was the opposite. "What a difference," she muttered to herself, rubbing her beautiful eyes a few times until they adjusted to the new surroundings.

She looked around the room. Where to get started? There were so many things there that Genevieve didn't even know where to begin.

She was a bit confused to see a stack of books in one of the corners. She walked -well, glided, it seemed- over to them. They growled at her. Slowly, as not to attract the attention of the books, she pulled out her wand and gently poked one at the top of the stack.

"Oh!" Genevieve yelped as the book seemed to jump up, growling loudly now, at her. The book was opening and closing itself, as if trying to bite her. What had she done?

She took a few steps backward. She pointed her wand at the book and quickly said a charm that froze it, and the book fell backwards back onto the stack with the others.

She sighed, glad that she was able to end that quickly, and decided she wouldn't do anything else until the head of the department got here. Genevieve picked a desk and sat down, waiting for the others to come.

Russo strdied into the room, he'd had enough of being in a foul mood, and unfortunately for him, he couldn't find any way of getting that Genevieve girl out of his head. Not that that was a bad thing, but she was most likely completely un-interested, compared to Russo who was finding it difficult to think of anything else but her.

Wandering over to the stacks of books he sighed, this room was an absolute tip, he'd prefer to get this place sorted out before doing any thing else. Pulling out his wand, he was going to do this quickly, he summoned a couple of the books to him, neatening up the others. Unfortunately, he found the biting one.

Hit hard over the forearm with the book, Russo jumped, alarmed by how hard it bit, and before he could put it down, the biting book proceeded to give him a few deep paper cuts before he slammed a paperweight on top of it.

"Ow!" He yelped, Russo staring at the cuts in surprise before he looked up to see Genevieve, "Oh! Hey," he said towards her, blushing only slightly this time. He was ok seeing as there was only her in the room, and not millions of girls.

"Hey!" Genevieve said happily from her desk. "Stupid book. That happened to me, too. I used a Freezing Charm on it, though, and it seemed to work for me." She stopped babbling and noticed Russo's papercuts, which were worse than normal ones, and were starting to bleed a bit.

"Are you okay?" Genevieve asked, her eyes widening with concern. She got up from her desk and managed to still look graceful in her rush over to Russo. She took his hand to examine the cuts on his forearm.

Genevieve looked up at him. "Well, Russo, I think you'll live," she smiled, dropping his hand. "Paper cuts do always hurt the most, though."

He listened as he pressed down on his paper cuts to stop the bleeding, although there wasn't much, Russo was not in the mood to be attacked by angry books. No matter what had happened to that book, Russo was not having it. "A freezing charm? That'll work for the moment then, until we can figure out what's been put on it and take it off. I think we ought to confine it too. Shouldn't take us long, it's just a book with an attitude problem." Russo said in a business like tone.

He blushed however, when Genevieve fled gracefully, and rather beautifully in Russo's opinion to his side. When she took hold of his hand, Russo swallowed a little, watching her as she looked at the cuts. "Might need to get St. Mungo's emergency team in here though, i'm hurt pretty bad, who knows, i could be loosing too much blood as we speak!" Russo laughed so Genevieve would know he was joking, he did have an odd sense of humour.

"Thanks for the diagnosis, Miss de Clerq," Russo grinned, still in his joking mood. Oh this was not going to help him get her out of his head, "Yeah, they really do hurt, especially if they're unintended." He continued.

"Anyway, i was thinking of sorting out this office so we can actually get stuff done so when the Quidditch World Cup comes along we can deal with all the new things coming in." He explained, rubbing his arm subconciously, and trying not to become too much more enraptured by Genevieve.

Why oh why was Russo always in a bad mood? Genevieve thought to herself. But she liked the bussiness-y tone to his voice. Very attractive. She laughed genuinely at his joke; she really did like that kind of sense of humor, no matter how different it was.

"Good idea," Genevieve agreed immediately about the organizing idea. "I can't stand when things are so cluttered like this."

Genevieve turned away from Russo to look around the room again for the second time. It was going to be a lot of work, she realised, silently groaning on the inside. But instead of complaining, she instead said, "Well, should we start with those books then?"

With a casual flick of her wand, a large clear box appeared. "We can freeze them and put them in here," she explained, pointing to the box. "We can deal with them later once we organize everything else."

While she was talking, Genevieve had gazed up into Russo's eyes. And couldn't understand what she was feeling. Was she... No. Yes. She couldn't be. Was she actually falling for him? Sure he was cute and and funny and smart, but still...

"O.K.?" She asked, quickly looking away and walking towards the biting books, wand at the ready.

Russo found himself smiling to himself, he was in a much better mood than he was before, regardless of his war scars from the book. His blue eyes were sparkling again, even if it was only slightly. As Genevieve laughed at his joke, Russo beamed, actually elated at her reaction, he had really not expected that.

"I'm not a normal male, i don't know another guy who can't stand places in a mess, i have a cleaning problem. My flat is spotless," He admitted with a grin, "My ex loathed me for it actually..." He continued, thinking he should shut up about that girl. He'd given her enough trouble already, and they'd been apart for long enough. Russo supposed he had her to thank for his bad mood.

As Genevieve looked about the room again, Russo blushed and smiled once more, he was feeling rather comfortable around her, and he handn't expected that at all. "You know, your idea was much much better than mine..." He grinned, not really wanting to admit he found the idea of just permenantly sticking the books to the wall with their wands; and to let them see how much damage they could do.

Russo flicked his hair out the way, once more, and nodded to Genevieve, unwillingly looking away out of her eyes. They. Were. So. Beautiful. "Sure, i'm ready," He said, still looking at her, his wand in his hand. He was falling hard.

Genevieve's mouth was open, ready to say the charm, but before she knew what she was doing, her attention had turned back to Russo. A small smile was on her face as she listened to Russo talk about his need for neatness. It quickly faded, however, when he started talking about his ex. She wasn't sure what to say to that. "Well, I don't understand how a person could actually like clutter," she eventually mumbled.

Biting her lip but still looking pretty, Genevieve looked back to the books. There was 2 stacks of 10 or 12 books each. "You take the left, and I'll get the right," she said, the confidence back in her voice.

She brushed her hair off of her left shoulder before thinking the charm, quickly going down the row at an impressive speed, freezing all the books in less than a minute.

"Your turn," she grinned happily to Russo, pretending to blow smoke off the tip of her wand.

Russo's heart sank in a way it had never been before and he was rather surprised, and hurt to see he'd sucessfully managed to wipe a smile of Genevieves' face. He bit his lip and sighed. "I'm sorry, i shouldn't of mentioned her, she just put me in such a bad mood this morning. She sent back my vintage firebolt broom my grandfather gave to me when i was a kid in shards. So, i'm rather angry and upset. Although, my mood had been getting better." He explained, knowing that Genevieve had been the main cause. He was falling quite hard for her.

He smiled as she bit her lip, she somehow managed to look stunning there too. Russo nodded as she set to work on the other stack of books there were. His jaw dropping a little as he saw her speed. Why she wasn't an Auror was beyond him. Russo grinned as she turned back to him, blowing imaginary smoke of the tip of her wand. She really was incredible.

Placing a hand on his hip, he grinned, "Ah ok now what was it teenage girls do?" He asked rhetorically, "ah oh yes, this is it," He grinned again, flicked his hair back dramatically, and said "You go girlfriend," In a high pitched tone, grinning. Russo's deep blue eyes sparkling in a cheeky way before he realised he'd called her his girlfriend. Even as a joke, but, he really really liked her. He swallowed nervously but hoped it didn't show before smiling at Genevieve again.

"You're really quick you know," he complimented her as he pulled out his wand again. Taking in a deep breath, he powerfully, and extremely quickly charmed the books frozen, taking only a little longer than Genevieve. Not that he minded. He'd always been a powerful wizard, as proven in his seventh year at Hogwarts when his transfiguration of a pig into a dining table had taken eight weeks to reverse.

"Done," He grinned, levitating the books out into the box Genevieve had pointed out earlier.

Genevieve was almost doubled over in laughter; she found Russo's imitation that hysterical. She straightened up, gathering her composure before realising something that made her heart skip a beat: he had called her his girlfriend. She knew it was a joke, but it still made her stomach flutter. She really, really liked him. They were getting along great, but she had only known him a few days. As fast as she could be with charms, she definately did not want to rush into this. And it's not like they had even been on a date, anyway.

Her feelings conflicting, Genevieve wasn't sure what to follow: her head or her heart. "Thanks," Genevieve said finally, with a joking curtsey, starting to feel like herself again. She decided to just push what just happened out of her head for a moment and think about it later.

"So, what's next?" Genevieve asked, waltzing over to Russo and linking her arm through his, only too aware of how much work they still had to accomplish.

Watching Genevieve double over with laughter, Russo grinned, pleased she hadn't freaked out about him calling her his girlfriend just yet. As she straightened up, he noticed that some of her rather lovely hair had fallen in front of her face and without thinking he brushed it back behind her ear softly. Absently admiring her beauty.

He grinned as she curtsied, laughing good naturedly at her willingness to play along with his odd sense of humor. "You're most welcome," He smiled as she came out of the curtsey.

His heart fluttered as she linked an arm through his and he swallowed nervously again. "Once upon a time, i do believe there was a desk under that pile of papers, teapots, keys, and is that a clock i see there?" Russo said, gesturing with the hand that wasn't immobile due to Genevieve's arm. "I think that should be next," he finished, completely unsure how to get all the paper work done and away as soon as possible.

He looked sidelong at Genevieve and felt his stomach flip once or twice, it was now or never Russo. "Genevieve...i was wondering, well, if you don't mind that is, if you wanted to go get some coffee or something after we manage this, i'm not sure if you want too, i mean it's fine if you don't want too, like a date kind of thing if that's ok with you, ok just answer me before i ramble on too much." He finished, biting his lip and looking down at the woman beside him, hoping really hoping, she'd say yes.

No. This was not happening, Genevieve thought. Because of her beauty, random people asked her out all the time, but never had it seemed so... sincere. It made Genevieve stop for a second, because this time she didn't know what to do. This time she wasn't preparing a nice way to say no. Because she didn't want to say no.

She really didn't. She had a hard time trusting people. And her parents' had divorced when she was young -her mom had been divorced twice- and she didn't want to follow their footsteps.

But Russo was different.

"Okay, shut up," she said to Russo with a smile she couldn't keep back, putting him out of his babbling misery. Slipping her hand down his forearm and taking hold of his hand, she looked up at him through her long eyelashes, saying happily "Oh, yes! I'd love to go out with you!"

Russo grinned nervously. Exactly why was he always nervous lately? He knew. He'd just asked Genevieve out, and she hadn't told him to hit the kerb yet. Russo never made a habit of asking girls to have coffee with him unless they hit him hard, and Genevieve...Genevieve had hit him like one of those Muggle Lorries would do, going at five times the speed limit.

He squeezed her hand gently, feeling how small it was in his. Well. He was six foot three after all, and Genevieve was barely dainty. She was pretty beautiful though. Russo realised what she'd just said, and he imitated a gold fish for a couple of moments before laughing with relief and joy at her answer. "Great!" Russo exclaimed, truly delighted with the answer.

"Ok well how about we sort out the paper work at least from over there, and then we can go somewhere." He smiled at her, still pleased and unwilling, to let go of her hand.

A shiver ran up Genevieve's arm as Russo squeezed her hand. She was truly excited, more excited than she'd ever been when she was going out. Even with her last boyfriend of 6 months, she never felt like this before.

"Okay," Genevieve smiled. She was starting to feel like an idiot, unable to get the smile off of her face. She started to walk forward to the desk, dragging Russo along with her, because he didn't seem to be interested in letting go of her.

Not that she minded. It was funny how this turned out. When she had first met him, she had a fun time teasing/flirting with him just to watch him squirm with embarrassment. Now it was much more serious. Who knew there was potential for an actual relationship?

Finally managing to take back her hand from Russo, she looked at him, waiting for directions on what to do with all this junk upon the desk. Neither of them knew what any of it was or how dangerous it could be.

Reaching forward with her left hand -she was a lefty- Genevieve tried to grab one of the few keys that had been messily thrown around on the desk. It laid in her palm, but only for a second before shrinking into nothing.

"Ugh, shrinking keys," Genevieve said in digust. "How clever." How were they ever supposed to clean all this up in time for their date if everything was going to dissapear?

Russo was rather enjoying this. His hand in Genevieves. He smiled absently not really paying too much attention for the moment, he was just realising how soft her hand was, and how fast his heart was beating, and how he hadn't felt like this in...he just had never felt like this.

He smiled as Genevieve pulled him along to the paper work, and still, not allowing himself to let go of his hand, even though he'd have too soon, he pulled out his wand, and summoned an empty box. "Ok, how about all of those annoying shrinking keys in this box, the paperwork to do with them in there too? We can keep moving along like that until we're done then...then we can go get a coffee..." Russo began in a business like tone again, before blushing at the mention of their date.

"We can do this in no time, i'm sure, if the key's disappear, we'll find them later," He continued, just wanting this work to be over so he could take her out.

Genevieve quickly started gathering the papers together, glancing at them, but not reading through them, determined to finish the work as fast as possible. She'd seen enough to know these papers were important though.

"I don't think we should get rid of these papers," she said to Russo. "Should we just keep them in a-" With a lazy swish of her wand, a folder appeared- "folder?" She finished with a smile, all the papers in the folder in alphebetical order.

Holding the folder in her right hand, she used her left to try to pick up the keys, without much success. Each time she had one in her grip it would shrink to nothing. "This isn't working for me," Genevieve admitted. "I'll leave this to you."

While Russo worked with the keys, Genevieve put all the pencils, quills, and paperclips in a cup, and put it by a stapler. She picked up the teapot and the clock -which didn't seem to be giving her any trouble... yet- and placed them in another box which she labled 'Misc.'.

"Ready?" Genevieve asked when she had finished, trying not to seem like she was rushing, although she was resisting the urge to run and pull her jacket on.

Russo watched Genevieve as she moved at a fast pace, her wand swishing about her in a mesmerizing manner to summon all the paper work into folders. Russo grinned, pulling his own wand out and lazily flicking and swishing it so that paper work flew into folders and sorted themselves out, all shrinking keys in a box. He was going to have fun with those later. He inwardly groaned. Shrinking keys. It was so over done.

Watching as she sorted out the desk, Russo placed the folders into a couple more boxes, and placed a lid on the box of shrinking keys. "Yeah, I'm done," He said, flicking his hair out of his eyes again. It got so annoying sometimes. To have it cut though...no never! He ran a hand through it, smiling brightly at Genevieve so that his eyes sparkled warmly, and picked up her jacket holding it so he could help her put it on.

"So, where do you want to go? I've got an awful feeling we might have to go to the Ministy's cafeteria, considering that my favorite coffee shop is closed and i think it would be a perfect place to take you...but i can't because it's closed..." Russo just didn't want to admit he didn't want to take a girl as beautiful as her, to somewhere as boring as the Ministry's cafeteria for a date.

Genevieve purposely leaned into Russo as he helped her put her jacket on.

"Well, honestly, I don't think I needed the caffeine this late anyway," Genevieve said, trying to make him feel better. He seemed sort of nervous again. "I know a nice little diner me and my friends used to go to all the time. Is that OK?" she asked.

Taking his hand again, she leaded him to the door, and they left for the cute lil diner Genevieve had mentioned.

Setlling the jacket around Genevieve's shoulders, Russo smiled to himself, look what he'd managed to do. Russo couldn't help but feel immensely proud of himself. He smoothed the shoulders of her jacket gently, and held her hand once more.

"The diner sounds excellent, the coffee was a suggestion to be worked on," He smiled pleased that Genevieve could save a date easily. He followed her out the room, pleased to be free of this place for the moment.

OOC - I think we should pretend they've gone on a date, and i'll have Russo go over to the Cafeteria anyway, seeing as i don't want to post here again for the moment. Feel free to join

Lost in her own thoughts, Genevieve serenely glided into the room, looking gorgous like usual, today in dressed in white with lime green two inch pumps.

She sat down and put her feet up on the desk. For once since she had known him, Russo was not on her mind; she was worrying about her sick sister Arielle who had visited from France yeserday.

Trying to get her mind off of it, Genevieve looked around the room in search of something that could distract her. Nothing to clean, and she didn't want to have to deal with the biting books and shrinking keys at the moment...

With a sigh, she stood up, putting her hair up into a messy bun and telling herself she didn't deserve this job as she started to leave to go to the break room.