He couldn't lie...Russo was...a little alarmed by this room. It was just too girly. All you needed now was a little pair of overly fluffy kittens and maybe a puppy. The it would be just perfect. Russo grunted once, and decided he'd venture into this room, whether it made him feel overly nauseous or not. After shifting his rather tall six foot three frame into the room, he sat down and scowled at the cupcakes. They were all...pretty pretty.

This place was too muggle for it's own good. Russo made a noise of indifference in his throat once more, and his blue eyes glimmered with annoyance. He was only in this department because he prefered muggle things to. Stay. Muggle. He was just one soldier in the ranks according to him. With a shrug of his shoulders, and a very feminate (although he'd never let you say it) toss of his shoulder length brown hair, Russo grabbed a cupcake.

Finishing the chocolate cake in one, he glowered at the cloth on the table. This was once bad bad start to a day.

Rosabella bounded into the Staff Break Room but stopped short at the decorations. She'd always been a large fan of girly stuff but this looked to be a bit much over the top. Rosa shrugged, oh whatever, at least it had food. She noticed another worker - a man - devouring a cupcake. But he didn't look too pleased about the decorations. Actually he looked quite grumpy.

This would not do, in Rosa's book. At work people should be happy because if people were happy they would work well - which was the whole goal of work, was it not? Plopping down in the seat across from him she looked at the cupcake he held.

"Good?" Rosabella asked, reaching for one herself.

He looked up, raising a dark brown eyebrow curiously as a woman entered the overly girly room. Smiling slightly at her, he couldn't quite allow the expression to reach his eyes, so his normally sparkling deep blue eyes remained annoyed. The poor woman was just going to have to suffer his foul mood. Unless she just happened to be able to cheer him up.

Russo shrugged in reply to her question. "I don't know, i didn't really think about the food when i ate it." He answered gruffly. Oh he didn't care. Just as long as it found itself in his stomach Russo was satisfied. He picked up another one, and bit into it slowly, studying the woman in front of him.

"Russo Levinstle," He said suddenly, subconciously flicking his hair once more out of his eyes and holding out a hand.

Rosabella arched one eyebrow at his response. Honestly - men could be so ... food-hungry sometimes. "You don't even pay attention to how it tastes?" She asked, in an incredolous tone.

"Rosabella." Rosa said, "But you can call me whatever variation of that you want. Rose, Rosa, Bella.. whatever." She said, taking a bite of her cupcake.

Oh she was not. No she was not. Yes. Yes she was. She was making him blush. He shifted slightly in his seat, finding himself become rather awkward there. "Ah yes um..." Where did your vocabulary go Russo? He chided himself inwardly as he struggled to answer her question. Exactly how did women manage that thing where they made men squirm? She was good. "No no, i do normally. I'm just having a bad day you see!" He excalaimed finally, yeah. That would do.

He nodded and took his hand away, he wasn't going to be left hanging. Nope, that would be just too embaressing. "I'm going to call you Rosa, it's a..very pretty name." He managed to finish, eating the rest of his cupcake finally. Hmm. It was rather rich chocolate.

Genevieve's jaw literally dropped when she glided gracefully into break room, looking for the others. Those decorations were a bit much. She shut her perfect mouth, conceling her straight white teeth, when she realised she had been frozen in the same spot for a few minutes just staring around the room.

"Wow," Genevieve said to herself. Finally noticing a few other people, she walked in an effortless model-like way over to them, a smile across her lips. "Hello, I'm Genevieve De Clerq," she said to them both. She saw how completly smitten the man was the other one. She could tell by the look on his face, a look she got from almost every guy she walked past.

She reached for a chocolate cupcake identical to the ones they were consuming. Genevieve was a total chocoholic. "Are they good, these cupcakes?" she asked, brushing a lock of her wavy golden hair away from her face.

Russo's attention was stolen as another woman walked, no, floated; in to the room. Russo wasn't too sure what to do at all now. He was stuck, armed with a cup cake, in a very girly room, surrounded by two women. He swallowed the rust of his cupcake, and blushed, again. Oh what was it with that spieces? They reduced him to nothing but stutters and blushes. He tossed his shoulder length dark brown hair out his eyes again, and hauled his tall frame out the chair.

"I'm Russo Levinstle," He said to Genevieve, smiling a crooked smile that made his sharp features soften a little. See. He wasn't all bad. His day had just got better. He'd suffered a nasty break up three months ago, and now he was surrounded by women again. Lovely ones at that.

"Yes, they're rich chocolate ones, very good, belgian chocolate i think, i don't know i haven't been to belgium yet, i plan to go..." Smooth Russo. Smooth. He blushed again, and looked away, suddenly facinated with the way the pale pinks and blues made him want to vomit.

"Allo! Allo, allo my darlings!"

The loud, thickly Italian accented voice came from the short woman in the doorway, her arms extended at an angle above her head, yellow and red polk-a-dotted fan in one hand, accenting the long, red nails she wore. Her brown hair was pulled high atop her hair in curls that took her a good two hours this morning to create.

"You are my new-a workers, no?" she asked as she sauntered into the room, adorned in a white faux fur trimmed hooded jacket, her pale lavender dress flowing under it to her thighs with muggle jeans beneath. Her dressing was eccentric enough, but her personality would do them in.

Flashing them a dazzling smile, she seated herself near the male and first female

"Introduce yourselves, bellas," she said, winking at the male. "Bello for you, non? Ahhh well. Tell me who YOU ARRREE!"

So what if you came to work tired? Verona would wake you up.

That was it. Russo had no idea what to do. He was suddenly in a room full of women. Was he to be the only man? Wait wait. No. Russo could live with that. But these women? He reached out and grabbed another cupcake, feeling he was going to be making dents in the floor next time he walked about, and stuffed it into his mouth. Russo wasn't too sure how he was going to cope with being with Rosa, who was already looking down at him. Genevieve, who well. It looked as though she'd got lost from once of those Muggle fashion affairs. Then there was his boss...she was...loud and in your face and was she flirting with him?

Russo gave a sheepish grin as she winked at him, and as she yelled in that wonderful italian accent of hers, he was half thinking of what girls were in to, he'd just had a break up, would he cry about that to win them over? Girls were into that right? CRY RUSSO AND I'LL STICK YOU IN A MAN EATING MICYMAVE. Or whatever they we're called. Like anyone cared. He quickly corrected himself before he started the water works.

"Er...um...I'm Russo Levinstle," he offered his hand, looking at the woman who had just walked in, and the one who seemed to be responsible for this room.

Ry entered the room, but immediately wished she hadn't. There was only one word to describe it - eccentric. The Italian woman - Head of Department, no doubt, and my boss, Ry thought - was eccentric too. Ry was taken aback, so she tentatively took the nearest available seat to the door.
She stared at the cupcakes on the table as though they might jump up and....well, bite her, maybe? Or poison her? She decided to steer well clear of them.
'I'm....erm, I'm Ryan Taylor. People call me Ry, or Tay, or whatever they want to call me, but I prefer Ry, but you can just call me Ryan and erm....yeah,' she finished lamely. Ry always talked a lot when she was nervous. Instead, she took out her flat keys and fiddled with the keychain. Somehow, just looking at her son's face made her feel a lot better.

Rosabella nodded at Russo, "Ahh a bad day - then I suppose it's acceptable for you to be in a bad mood." She said with a small shrug and grin. "That's fine. Rosa's what my brother called me." Rosa told him.

Rosabella had been about to take another small bite out of her cupcake - she wasn't about to shovel the whole thing in like some gender's tended to do - when another worker flounced over to them. "Rosabella." Rosa introduced herself with a wide smile. "Extremely nice to meet you Genevieve!" She replied, crossing one leg over the other under the table.

And then the boss entered the room - Rosabella had been waiting for that. She immedieatley noted her Italian accent - itwas much stonger and thicker than her own. Rosabella silently admired her clothing attire and took great notice of her shoes.

"Rosabella." She told her with another wide smile, "And you are Italian, correct?" Rosabella asked, watching another worker enter the room.

Katy entered the room as gracefully as she could, trying not to look like to much of a newbie. She wore a red top and some every-day faded black jeans, smart but casual was always how she dressed. She'd just finished three years of Auror training and today was her first day. Naturally, she was very nervous. But the key to success was acting confident, even when you're not.
"Hi everyone! I'm Katy, just started in this department. Which one of you lovely people is my new boss?"

"'Allo, 'allo!" Verona greeted her flock of lovely workers, waving her hands around with exaggerated movement. "Welcome to the Department of of Magical Law Enforcement. This-a shall be where you find yourselves spending your time and making your money." She winked again, clapping her hands happily, taking in everyone's names.

"Rosabella? Italian, non? Si!" she cried, happily. "My Momma is Italian, my father is Spanish." That would explain the brown hair. "You're Italian, too?" Her eyes sparkled momentarily with glee, before another of her little workers arrived.

"'Allo, Katy," she greeted the woman. "I would be the one you're looking for. Verona Nikoletti, your Head of Department." She threw her arms above her head again, flashy gold bangles clattering against themselves.

"This is the Confrence room, but I've decorated it like a little bakery back in Venice that I enjoyed greatly. I like how has a cozy feeling of home; I haven't been there in years now, but still. This makes me feel... nice."

Rachael enter the room and searched the room for a friendly face or faces she felt so tired ,walked over to the most comfiest chair in the room and put her two books down on the table and sat down and stared out the window

Rosabella flashed a smile at her new boss and leaned back casually in her chair. "Si! I'm Italian - both my parents are." She replied in a delighted tone. Rosabella took another careful bite out of her cupcake before adding, "Delicious treats Ms. Nikoletti." With a wink.

He was rather beginning to like this Rosa girl. She was sensible, and allowing him to be in a foul mood. Today might not be all bad. He thought, as he began to chew on his next cupcake. Russo started slightly where he stood, as yet more people flooded into the room. There was a woman who had a guys name, and that would confuse him for sure, and another lady who was in the completely wrong department according to her badge.

Russo just shrugged, and clung to the cup cake for dear life.

Rosa arched another eyebrow as a worker came in - but according to their badge worked in the Atrium & Security Check-In. She shook her head, honestly, the people of today's scoiety..

Rosabella glanced back at Russo, eating yet another cupcake. It was simply amazing how much the other gender could eat. It was like they had five stomaches instead of one. "Looking forward to doing some crime-fighting?" She asked him with a wide grin, her brown eyes sparkling. Of course Rosabella was talking about the up-coming Quidditch match and the maniac people who would be on the hunt. Really, it did remind her of those old police chasing muggle TV show things... quite exciting in Rosa's opinion.

Tearing his eyes away from the woman who was in completely the wrong place, Russo looked back to Rosa, that was a much better sight, and she wasn't scaring him as much as being the only man in the room was. He gave a cheeky smile, one that lit up his whole face, and allowed his bad mood to disperse as he finished his last cupcake.

"I sure am!" Russo exclaimed, rubbing his hands together in an excited manner. He knew of the stress he'd be put under for the department was usually swamped with ridiculous things, from what he'd heard; but it was something Russo was really looking forward too. "I think it's my calling, fixing muggle items that aren't usually magical," he laughed, pleasantly. His bad mood clearing. See the wonders of women. Russo would never understand it.

Rosabella was suprised. Clearly suprised that he could be brought of his bad mood so suddenly - suprised but in a nice way.

She laughed along with Russo. "So, you're working in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts department?" Rosabella asked with a smile, folding her tanned arms over her chest. She herself was working in the Wizengamot - a place Rosa looked forward to working in.

He was going to have to work hard to keep out of his bad mood, although he was in a room of women...frightening creatures. Russo could do it. Just think of cupcakes.

He listened as Rosa talked and he flushed a little awkward, yet pleased at his position, "well i um...ah" he started as he scratched the back of his neck in an embaressed action, "no i'm actually the head of that department," he said modestly, not really there to rub it in.

Genevieve couldn't help smiling at Russo's obvious embarrassment. She bit into her cupcake, her hazel eyes still on Russo. She thought it was cute how he was feeling so awkward around all of the women in the room.

"Head of the department?" Genevieve asked him, raising her perfectly waxed eyebrows. She was enjoying him squirm with embarrassment. "How did you manage to do that? You must be pretty smart to have already had such a successful career already."

Grinning, Genevieve stood up and threw away the cupcake wrapper. She returned to her seat next to Russo and Bella, deciding to stop tormenting Russo. "Bella, I hear you're working in the Wizengamot. Are you excited?"

Russo flicked his deep blue eyes onto Genevieve, she really was rather stunning now he actually looked at her. She had hazel eyes too...he'd always been a sucker for hazel eyes. He swallowed, and dropped his hand from the back of his neck, trying to regain himself. He was head of the department for goodness sake!

He gave another sheepish grin, throwing his features into a new light which made him quite attractive, and with another hair flick answered Genevieve's questions, trying not to let her know he was rather smitten. "Yeah, would you believe i'm head of Misuse of Muggle Artifacts office?" He grinned, cheekily this time, but really rather proud of himself. "I um...er...i'm not really too sure how i managed that actually, and i er...i did alright in my O.W.Ls and N.E.W.T's so...sure i suppose i'm smart," Russo blushed, quite pleased with all the attention Genevieve was giving him.

He sighed as she turned to Rosa, he was having a strange day. Think. Of. Cupcakes.

Rosabella grinned, "Head? Well good job then! I suppose we'll be seeing each other a bit." She said, finding it slightly amusing to watch him blush and stammer over Genevieve. Speaking of the person..

Rosabella turned to her and nodded, "I'm looking forward to it. I'm Head of the Wizengamot." She added with a wide smile. "What department are you working in?" Rosa asked her.

"Me?" Genevieve asked, adjusting the light purple headband on her head. With a dazzling smile she looked at Russo, and said, "I'm working in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts department."

"It should be really interesting," Genevieve continued, turning her attention back to Bella while looking for any cupcake crumbs that could be on her clothes. "I'm really looking forward to it. And it should be a good experience, you know, learning how to deal with things that could be dangerous and learning to work with alot of people."

"So, did both of you two go to Hogwarts?" Genevieve asked them, thinking back and how far she had come to already be working in the Ministry. "I spent a few years at Beauxbaton Acadamy." She sighed. "Then my parents divorced and I moved away from France with my dad. I spent 3rd year and on at Hogwarts. A Ravenclaw." She spotted a cupcake crumb on her shirt and quickly brushed it off. "My half-sister is in Slytherin, though. It surprised all of us," she added with a laugh.