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Office of James Draper https://k.nickpic.host/Bwji4A.gif Yup, it's an office. |
Draper. Wasn't really much of a name, was it? Sounded... kind of soft. And James? Well... Ennis stood outside of the man's office, waiting. He lifted his wrist, checking the beat up watch face. Yeah. It was time. Time for the meeting. He wasn't late or early. Just.. on time. If anything, maybe he was a few minutes late... this old watch liked to stop on him and alter itself after one too many jinxes had come in contact with it's old joints. He knocked on the door, cold seeping into his knuckles, and waited some more. |
Well, what he lacked in name, he made up for in rigid personality. James had been expecting Macnair minutes ago. On time was late and early was on time. Punctuality was one of his core values. Easiest way to get on his bad side? Show a lack of respect for his time. Time was a rare commodity and James was set on using all of his to it's utmost potential. So he was rigid? Sue him. Actually don't, it'd be a waste of his time. "Come in." The Department Head didn't miss a beat in waving his wand and opening the door for Ennis, eyes still on the urgent case he had been reviewing before interruption. It was only when he got to the bottom of the page that he closed the manilla folder, placed it to the side, and finally made eye contact with his visitor. "Best get that watch looked at, eh?" his tone made it out to be a joke, but his eyes told a very different story. A light quip, but he was being all too serious. All of that aside, however, James stood and held out his hand. "How have you been settling in?" They had only just started up, but James was keen on setting the standards straight right away. He had expectations and he could only assume that Ennis had some as well. |
Not everything was about the world cup even though it was the biggest thing on Victoria's mind. The Ministry wide wellness was another thing on her mind and she had to stop by the office of one of the newest department heads. She had already had the approvals from the old one, but since she knew what it was like to be new she would go make sure he knew what was going on. Walking into level four she had spoken to the receptionist before heading back to his office. Giving a knock she looked at her watch to see how much time she had until her next meeting. Did she have time for lunch? She knew she would have to make time, she had to make it a priority more so now so she kept up her strength, but she was always so busy. Maybe she could just grab a quick sandwich as she headed off to the next thing. |
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James checked his watch upon hearing the knock on his door. He was sure he didn't have another meeting scheduled until after lunch. So whatever this was, it better be good. It was cutting into his me time. And by me time, he meant time to get work done. Setting aside the files he had been going through, the man quickly reorganized his desk, before calling out, "Come in!" They heard him right? Because he didn't want to move. |
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Knowing she had a job to do inside the ministry with the wellness plan, she had to keep up with that checklist as well as others. "I'm sure you have heard that a wellness program was implemented the last term for the entire ministry and we in Games and Sports have been kind of leading it. There have been different activities and incentives for exercise and taking care of yourself." Was he following so far? She hoped someone had spoken to him about this program. |
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Her next words were like music to his ears, 'it will only take a second'. And he was in a MUCH more pleasant mood now. She could precede. "I believe Charles did mention it in brief," not that he knew too much about it, but she didn't have to bore him with the little details, y'know? He wouldn't have to........ Join, said initiatives..... Right? |
In response to the owl received in his office, an overstuffed opossum waddled its way through the door and flopped over on to its side for a few beats before lazily rolling over on to its back. An impractical corporal form to be sure, the message 'spoken' from the silvery creature in the voice of one Charles Hollingberry was no less clear. |
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"This term I'd like to have some Yoga classes, we are going to do some different ones that I have researched and one is a Niffler Yoga. During yoga we have shiny pieces that float around so that the nifflers have something to chase, but they are free to climb on the people doing the yoga. It's a unique animal therapy that combines with the art of yoga to help calm and relax a person." She was super excited to get to do this. Now would he let her is the question, "You could meet the instructor beforehand if you want to make sure that she has done this before, but her qualifications say that she is an expert in Niffler Yoga." |
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So was James surprised by the message? Only slightly. He wasted no time getting up from his chair and heading out for the Minister's office. Another day, another drama. Quote:
Just want to make sure he heard that correctly........... But, did she say.... Niffler Yoga? ......... Blink........... Blink Blink.................Blink Blink Blink...........................??? James tilted his head, gave her what could only be described as a 'what in the hell' sort of look. And actually had to take a moment to recollect himself at the risk of opening his mouth and bursting into a fit of laughter. Niffler Yoga was the most OUTRAGEOUS thing he had ever heard in his entire life. "I'm..... Not sure I understand............. How exactly does this involve me?....." ??? Because, this Niffler lady would be providing her own Nifflers if she was such an expert... Right? And..... Did Victoria actually think this stuff worked????? James was seriously doubting his colleagues. |
She started laughing, it wasn't a rude laugh, but she couldn't help it. With all the negative in her world lately with her illness and divorce she hadn't had much going on to laugh like this, but his face, his reaction, she loved it, it was adorable. "Sorry, sorry, I'm not laughing at you or well I guess a little, but your face was priceless James. I bet I had the same look when I first came across this, but doing more research I think it would be cute and fun more than anything and don't we all just need some cute and fun in our lives." She sure in the hell did and she couldn't be the only one. Straightening her self up she stopped laughing, "I would need you to be involved because I didn't know if we would want outside Nifflers coming in or if you would like us to use your department for the nifflers. Plus I'd like a few of your employees on hand, they, of course, can be joining in on the yoga, but I just want all our liability loopholes covered." After 18 years in the ministry she was very thoro on her paperwork. |
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But he let out a breath, remaining calm as ever. "Better use outside ones," because the DMC didn't just keep random creatures on hand. They kept rescues. Temporarily. And whatever Nifflers came through this department were certainly not trained for such a preposterous thing as 'Niffler Yoga' that he could be sure of. "I'll run it by my employees, and I can supervise," I GUESS. For the record, he was only giving in because he knew she wasn't the type to let go and he didn't want to waste another moment's precious time discussing the practicality of strange poses and namaste's. But he wouldn't be doing yoga. Soz. He had to draw a line. "When and where do you foresee this happening?" He was a man of details, sue him. And for the record, James didn't need anything cute and fun in his life. The only cute and fun he needed was time alone. |
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"That sounds alright and I'll make sure to let her know." He would be supervising, this made her nod, that was fine, she welcomed all hands on deck when it came to the fitness program in the ministry. She had truly been trying to learn to ask for help as of late even though she pushed herself into her work still even with everything else that had gone on. "The plan was in the next month, but with all the World Cup and some personal things that had come up. I'm not sure the exact date, it might be pushed until the fall. I want enough time to plan and advertise it. We have a very nice workout room on level seven, so we can do it there, though I know someone had suggested in a more open area. If you haven't visited the workout room you should come by sometime." Just then a little buzz started in her purse, "Oh" laughing a little she pulled out the flashing coin, "Getting old is rough, I have to get alarms for everything lately." Getting up she gathered her things, "I need to be going, but we will talk again soon." |
Caleb stood outside the door of Draper's office, a bit nervous. Yeah. Caleb wanted to adopt a creature, the niffler that he shared some of his sandwich with. Yeah, he knew it wasn't the best creature to have as a pet but he liked him. So Caleb knocked on his door. Morning boss, could I adopt a creature? Yeah, no. Don't ask it like that. Hell, he didn't even know what the man liked to be called. He only ever addressed him as sir to answer a question that he had for him or an order that he wanted. What would Caleb called his boss if he was the one wanting to ask a question? |
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James had just gotten out of a meeting that could have easily been summarized in an interdepartmental memo and as such, his mood was less than chipper. But, wasn’t that always the case? Yes, perhaps. Neither here nor there, however, because James was ready to be back in his own office to address the ever-looming stack of papers that never seemed to lessen. There was always something, wasn’t there? It was with due diligence that he made his way back to level four, nodding curtly at those he had to pass by before reaching his— Great. Looks like the paperwork had to wait some more. He gave young Caleb a nod, ”How can I help you, Caleb?” And was there an alternative person he could be directed to because….. The man stepped forward to unlock his door. Surely Caleb would move to let him do that, yes? Otherwise, they’d have a standing meeting. James didn’t mind that either. Standing meetings typically went by a far deal faster than the alternative kind. |
Didn't realize his door had a window. Oops. Caleb stepped back and let him open the door. Oops. He mentally shrugged. Oh well. Wing it Caleb. Wing it. I He was calling him by his first name so he should do the same. Guess he never got unused to Hogwarts. But he beat the greeting so Caleb decided to just answer his question. thanks for that. "I was in the plant and creature cafe. I was letting a niffler eat half my sandwhich. Is he up for adoption?" He asked. |
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With the young man stepping aside, James unlocked the door with a flick of his wand and walked inside, expecting that Caleb would follow him inside. He wasn't the type of Department Head that would coddle his employees, Caleb hopefully understood this by now. James Draper was a man of business. .... James turned to eye the young man for a moment. Fed him half a sandwich? Surely Caleb was aware that a niffler should not be eating the same food as he was, yes? The brunette turned back to walk to his desk, taking a seat, and pretending as if he didn't hear that bit of the explanation. He was in no mood to give life lessons today. "All the creatures in the cafe are up for adoption, yes," he nodded. It was all on the announcement board. Maybe one day people would actually bothering reading it. Today, however, was not the day. The man began filing through his drawers, pulling out a few papers from within. "What is your current living situation, Caleb? Do you have the adequate space for a niffler?" Just a few procedural questions. |
Ooooh okay. XD. Caleb nodded and followed him inside. He wasn't sure if he was allowed to sit down so he kind of lingered a bit. Did he have adequate space for the niffler? Yeah. He thinks so. His house was on a property. The property wasn't too small but it wasn't too big either. He could always put up shields and stuff. He nodded. "Yes sir, I do," he said. Caleb bit his cheek. Sorry. Force of habbit. |
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"I see," James, in fact, did not see. Because Caleb didn't really answer the questions in all honesty. James had asked two of them and the lackluster answer that was given only really addressed one. Clearly there was a bigger issue here. Because did James actually care to investigate Caleb's ability to host a niffler? No. Because his application for the department was... sparse, but impressive enough to land him a job. And James didn't have any entirely inadequate employees, he'd fire them instantaneously. So of course he'd grant the young man the opportunity to adopt. It was a simple procedure after all. But while being horribly cold hearted, James was also a decent human on occasion. And as it turns out, this was going to be one of those occasions. Maybe. "Why are you nervous, Caleb?" |
Caleb sat down on a chair. "Sorry. I just don't know what to address you as out of a work settig," he said. Did he have to address that? Eh. Oh well. Caleb seemed to visibly relax a bit. |
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This was a joke. For the most part. But seriously, don't call him after hours. "I'm not your Professor, Caleb," the boy was a recent graduate, yes? "James will do just fine." In all settings, by the way. Outside of work. During work. Whatever, name it. Did that help? |
Caleb nodded. "Okay," He was going to say force of habit but it was more or less implied. "How exactly would the adoption process work then?" he asked quickly changing the subject to get back to what he wanted which was to adopt the niffler. |
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James appreciated that. The Department Head took a look at the papers he had pulled out, before reaching into a drawer to pull out a staple. "You'll need to read over the paperwork and fill it out appropriately..." he began, stapling the various documents together before sliding them towards the other end of the desk for Caleb to keep. "Once your done you can return them back to me, I'll send them off to shelter we're partnering with, and then the niffler is all yours." Make sense? |
Caleb nodded. 'Yeah. Okay," he said. He was going to say something along the lines of my bad, I get it, can we move on? But yeah. Not worth it. He took the papers. "Thanks," he said. Caleb stood up ready to go back outside. He heasitated for a second before going to the door. In case James wanted to say anything else. |
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"Anytime, Caleb," James nodded his head. Not really. But for formalities sake, yeah? He watched as the young man stood up. "...." Why was he just standing there...? "Is there anything else I can help you with, Caleb?" Or did he forget the way to the door? |
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