Kalee looked over as a man began to talk. So he was the new department head. Well at least she knew french, she wouldn't have a problem talking to him at all, well...if she had to talk to him that is. Kalee picked up her coffee (which had not been touch for 5 minutes! ) and took a quick sip, ready to discuss whatever needed to be discussed. "Je suis prêt!" Kalee said smiling.

ooc: My french is rusty so I probably got that statement wrong (it means I am ready!)

"She's the Head of the Being Division," Violet replied. "She's pretty new. This is her first conference meeting, so it's okay for her to be a little late. I was late to my first. She's nice, though." She smiled at Kass, and then took another sip of hot chocolate.

Violet pressed her lips together. A lot of people were now late to this meeting. How disappointing.

She looked at Chad as he started speaking. Mentally, she prepared herself for the next few minutes in which she might have to talk. "No questions so far," she replied.

Rowan smiled and couldn't help but like this man even more. If only he was younger and not married. Shaking her head she glanced around one more time and still didn't see anyone from their office. "I definitely think we can handle it."

Then the gentlemen that seemed to be running this new operation stood up and started the meeting. Rowan couldn't help but chuckle at his joke and found she liked the man instantly. He commanded the room yet did so in a friendly respectful manner. It took a rare kind of person to do that and her respect for him was instantaneous. She only hoped that she would earn his as well. Given time.

So, she set charmed her notepad to hover in front of her and her quick quotes quill was poised and ready.

Davina looked up at her department head as he began to speak. Why didn't she have any questions? She was new after all and didn't know hide or tail about what she was suppose to be doing in this division.

Oh he was french. A foreign department head. Interesting.
She opened her briefcase and took her parchment folder out along with her quick notes quill. Good thing she got two new ones.
She watched as her quill hovered over her parchment folder, ready to start taking notes.

"Okay, since nobody has any questions, let's get on with the show, mmmm?" Chad looked around the room at the people, thinking of where to go next. Start simple, man. Start simple.

"As many or all of you have noticed, a quite a few of the separate divisions have been brought together to make one large division, leaving us with a total of only three divisions: the beasts, the beings, and the spirits. Beasts is then broken down into 3 more areas, but that's because there's a lot of creatures in this world. Shocking, eh?" He smirked and chuckled gently, before moving on. "We are currently in the process of obtaining some more workers for a couple of the divisions that seem to be lowly stacked, such as the sprits..and I believe the beings need a few more souls.

"With that said, if you see any new faces in the department in the future, please make them feel welcome and get them update as soon as possible. We've got a massive event to focus on and all hands are needed on deck." Chad smiled around the room as he started to pace slowly again. "Also, if you would like to do a division change, please speak to me or your current head, and we'll discuss the possibility.

"Everyone still with me? Understand? There's been no bread thrown at me, so I will take that as a good sign," he laughed.

When Chad was asking if anyone had any questions, Kaylee didn't respond. Partially because she thought her silence would be answer enough, sometimes that question is rhetorical, right? She also was appreciating the foreign tint to his accent. It was nice to hear something slightly different again - it reminded her of her traveling. Traveling which she missed dearly. Swapping it for this job just did not seem justifiable.

After a few muttered responses, he continued with his first order of business. The merge of certain departments. This didn't necessarily involve her division at all, but she paid attention anyway - was always nice to be nice.

And then her division crept up. She had to contain herself from shouting 'WOOPWOOP' as she was the only present division member there and she didn't want to make them look bad. This professionalism seemed so... professional and dull and boring and old peopley. BLAHBLAHBLAH. When were they gonna crack open the firewhiskey and bring on the weekend? When was the weekend anyway? Instead she settled for a few choice words.

"Yes, the spirit division is in some serious need of employees," she confirmed to her other colleagues, ya know, just in case they DIDN'T believe him (could happen!). She wasn't bothered that much if she had another employee on the division since she quite liked it being just her and Jezzabell - dynamic duo! But the workload said otherwise. They needed to fill in those empty cubicles.

He had paused for a moment to ensure everyone was following and made a crack about the lack of bread being thrown at him. Kaylee took this as an opportunity to spark SOME fun (and maybe risk her job, but what the hey? The guy seemed like he could take a joke). She picked up a bit of bread and threw it in his direction. "Very light and agile this bread of yours Mr Stryker," she teased, laughing to herself, "I can understand you perfectly. I just like throwing bread is all." Whether or not the others found it funny was a different matter altogether, she supposed.

Late. Late. That's what she was. LATE.

Silly, nonsensical, her... had completely lost track of time. And she was hardly doing anything. All she had been doing was sitting in her office and doodling on a spare piece of parchment, glancing over at her watch every now and then... how could she be LATE? Not good. Not good. Lee's couldn't be late. No they couldn't... they had to be on time and top of things.

Criticizing herself as she speed walked through the hallway, Sarah made her way all the way up to level four. Mumbling to herself how she had to be more careful about being late. Late late late. That's all she could hear as her her footsteps echoed in the empty hallway on the level. It was the theme song of her shoes. Late late late.

As Sarah approached the door to the conference room, she couldn't help but imagine the doors closing in her imagination, even though it was still ajar. It was like one of those scenes in a muggle movie, where the protagonist is so close, but the doors begin to shut. OH GEEZ. NOT GOOD. Panicking, Sarah began to break out into a run, her hand on the strap of her bag and her legs jumping out, bringing her closer and closer to the conference room. SO CLOOOSE.

"WAIT WAIT WAAIIIITT!" she yelled out as she broke through the imaginary closed doors and into the conference room. "Sorry I'm late!" Sarah said, breathing heavily as she leaned down momentarily to place her hands on her knees. She glanced behind her at the wide open entrance, confused at first. Had the doors always been open? Odd.

Kalee sat in her seat, still sipping her coffee and eating some of the delicious bread. Her quill scribbled notes onto her parchment, stopping and hovering above the parchment, waiting to write more down. When the discussion of mergining the offices together, Kalee couldn't help but roll her eyes (out of sight though). She honestly liked it better when only three people had shared that office, so much more roomer.

Violet listened to what he was saying. She'd heard everything about the merging of the divisions and all that, but she sat in silence because that was the polite and businesslike thing to do. And anyway, maybe some people hadn't heard it yet....Her vibrant purple eyes tracked him back and forth as he paced gently around the table.

With a smile, Chad caught the piece of bread that one employee tried to throw at him. He was pleased to see that it was one of his division heads, thank heavens! He was worried no one here seemed to be enjoying his strange sense of humour.

Taking a bite out of the piece of bread, only to decide that it needed jam, he looked up to notice his liaison running in. "Oh, hello, Mademoiselle Lee," he greeted with a smile, smothering his piece of bread in jam. "I'm really glad you could make it!" Like, really...REALLY glad.

"Now," he said, swallowing down a bit more of the bread, "those in the beast division: there will be another attempt made at contacting the centaurs to talk. However, I will say this now: All directions must be followed. If you happen to have a problem with this, then leave now. I need people who can keep up, listen and follow directions. I haven't got the time to hold people's hand." He finished off the rest of the bread and then smiled.

"I hear the ghosts are having a...support group? Please, feel free to correct me if I am wrong," he chuckled, looking around the room. "Anyone from the spirit division wish to fill me in on how that is going?"

Apparently she wasn't the only one late, and she turned to the door to see that it was Sarah Lee, the liaison, who was screaming down the halls. They were so alike in many ways. "Heyyy Sarah," she called out, waving to the woman, unsure if she even remembered her from the previous time they met.

She turned her attention back to the meeting that was now in discussing over some centaur assignment for the beast division and then the attention moved, once again, to the spirits. WOOHOO!

Looking around, she confirmed that she WAS the only spirit division employee in the meeting (much to her disappointment) so took it upon herself to explain to Chad. "Well, yes we did. We had three ghosts round for a little circle time. We developed questions and asked them in the meeting to help ghosts feel more comfortable with their deaths and to help soothe any bitterness they had about their circumstances. I will have a report to you about how successful the meeting was as soon as I finish writing it, Chad," she was allowed to refer to him by his first name, right? No need for formalities here, clearly.

Demelza sneeked into the conference room, a little red at her lateness, hoping that no one had noticed. Taking a seat where no one would see her, she sat down and begand to catch up on what they were discussing.

Evan came in whistling, but stopped when he realized he was late, sitting down at an empty seat, deciding it was best not to draw attention to himself.

Demelza watched as the man who worked in her department, who was also new like herself, walk in whistleing and reolise that her was late. His reaction was priceless, and Demelza had to stifle a snort of laughter.

Evan looked over at the girl and smiled slightly, pulling out a quill and begining to catch up on his notes. Halfway through his first ornate letter, the tip snapped.

"Bloody..." he muttered, checking his pockets for a new one.

Drago strode in, fashionably late as far as he was concerned, as this meeting apparently took precedence over his vacation supposed to have been lasting another week. But then, a meeting was probably good for him right about now. He had no idea about any of his new co-workers, nor if the old ones were still working there. He did wonder, however, whatever became of the sphinx in the break room.

He took a seat where it was least crowded in the room and looked about. Was this really all of them?

Tsk tsk. Should've known better not to be late to a meeting. But ChadBossDude seemed like a cool fella. He'd probably let it slide. And it wasn't like shhhhee was the only one being late. Soon enough, a few more employees entered the conference room, shortly after.

"Hello to you too, um.. Chad? Mr. Stryker?" Sarah said, questioningly. She never knew what to call her bosses. Or anyone. For that matter. "Glad to have made it myself. Thank you for inviting me," she said, smiling as she then made her way to a seat.

As she did so, Sarah heard a familiar voice call out her name and she smiled as she waved back at her. "Hey Kaylee!" she said as made her way towards the woman and sat down next to her, since out of the entire level four, that woman was the only employee that she actually knew. Besides da BOSS of course.

After settling in, Sarah focused her attention on ChadBossDude and what he said next about communicating to the centaurs once more. HA. Holding hands... Ooh. Yumm-o bread. It looked delicious.

As the topic then moved to the Spirit Division, the woman looked over to Kaylee as she spoke, remembering how she had attended that little outing.

While eating a chocolate frog, Kiana walked through the doorway and stepped in to the Conference Room. It was her first time being here so she looked around trying to take in every detail. Noticing a few other Ministry workers, Kiana suddenly saw that the meeting had already begun. She stuffed the chocolate frog in her mouth and ate it quickly and walked over towards a chair. Kiana sat down with a sigh....yes, being late is defenitely a speciality. The woman quickly looked at the card she had and saw that she got Falco Aesalon again. Sighing, Kiana stuffed the card in her robe pocket and looked at the Department Head. "Hello sir, sorry i'm late" she said, thinking it was better to say a apology than just sitting quietly. Kiana leaned back in her chair and started to listen trying to catch up what the others were saying. And also trying not to jump towards the food....'oh my Merlin JAM!!!!' she screamed inside her head and gazed at the food.

Jezz tried to be sneaky as she entered the Conference Room, but tripped on a desk and made a loud BANG as it hit the wall. "Oh shoot!" She muttered under her breath. "Sorry I'm late. Hunter has the Dragon Pox. It's simply horrid." She sighed as she sat down. Pulling out a tissue she sneezed into it before throwing it in the trash bin. It had been a haard week and it was obvious in the recently developed creases in her forehead.

Gideon snorted loudly. A support group for ghosts? What next? A tea party for the goblins? Gideon leaned back in his chair with his hands folded behind his head and his legs stretched out in front of him. He tried to follow what everyone was talking about, but until he heard the word 'werewolf,' he wasn't going to care all that much.

Rowan listened idley as the conversation first went to the original failed attempt at talking to the centaurs and then to a ghost support group.

Wait...what? Ghost...support...group? Rowan had to really try at not bursting into outright laughter, instead she managed an indelicate snort and covered it up (hopeful) by coughing. Wow. That was very unladylike. Still smiling slightly she reoriented herself to the conversation and the fact that there seemed to be quite a few people coming into the meeting late.

Well better late then never.

"Laugh...if you will," Chad smiled at those who had taken the chance to snort, "but, ghosts are just like human beings! They still have feelings...and they have issues. You never know, a support group may be just what they need to rest in peace," he smiled. He hoped someone would pick up on his joke. If not, oooh well.

He paused and watched as there was a sudden influx of employees into the office. He smiled as each one of them took a seat at the table. "WAIT. Let me guess," he smirked, folding his arms across his chest. "A black hole opened up in the floor and mystical monsters from the planet Never never land appeared and attacked, HENCE, why you are late. Please, I understand," he laughed, waiting for the rest of them to sit down. "Oh please, no killing yourself," he added with a worried look as he peered around to look at the woman who had tripped.

"Moving on!" Chad said, addressing the slowly growing crowd. "I am pleased to announce that we have once again been given the opportunity to host the quidditch world cup!" Chad almost bounced in excitement, but he managed to contain himself. "Exciteeementtt!"

Ug! It was a casual day. She did not CARE!

George felt like she'd been poisoned. Someone had laced her midnight snack (a pint of pumpkin pasty ice cream from Florean Fortescues) with Bubotuber pus, it was the only explanation.

She felt so vile that she could not be bothered with snappy clothes, and she could not even handle the smell of coffee, which was distinctly odd. She lived on coffee. It was possibly flowing through her veins instead of blood. Having missed out on her daily dose of caffeine she was even crankier than usual, Merlin help any newbie who got in her way, for she had already given a young wizard a severe dressing down for smiling too much in her presence.

George trudged into the conference room and dropped into a chair at the 'I'm important' end of the conference table. A dark look settled on her face as she stared around the room, from underneath her mane of red hair, decidedly lank this morning. Oh Bunny would not approve.

Jack came into his department meaning quite late due to being new a miscomunication and all that jazz. He came into the meeting just in time to hear the anouncement that England will be hosting the world cup. Jack's mouth dropped open in shock in a way of expressing this is so cool as he took a seat in the confrence room.

Kiana Rainey listened to what Chad..whats his name? was saying about black holes and ...stuff. Kiana raised an amused eyebrow at him and chuckled softly. This man seemed like a cool guy. Kiana then looked at the table and saw a clean empty cup in front of her, she stood up slowly and grabbed the cup and with her other hand she grasped for the coffee. She poured in some coffee in for herself and then sat back down again.

Drinking it carefully because it was still hot, which she found a bit strange because of her lateness but then remembered that this was the magical world. Kiana blowed in her cup and took a small sip. Bad idea, because the moment she had taking a sip from the coffee, Chad had announcent what could be like her dream!

'PPPFFFFFFF' Kiana spurted out her coffee but she didn't really notice it. "OH MY GOSH REALLY?!!" she shouted excitedly, Forgetting that she was a Ministry employee and suppose to be calm. But hey, she was only 21 and quidditch had been her passion while she stayed at Hogwarts. Wait, again? had this department done this before? pretty cool, no AWESOME.

"Eh, but sir" she begun speaking and had trouble controlling her feet which tapped on the floor excitedly. "Isn't it something for the Sport department?" And then it hit her. Was Chad just joking? had she been acting excitedly for nothing? and made a fool out of herself?

Kiana quickly stopped tapping with her feet and looked with huge eyes at the Department head. Pleeeeeeeeease do not say "i'm kidding" at the end pleaaasee!. She begged in her head.