Office of Evander Bole [Cult Plot]
 

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Credit to Demented Death Eater

The office had been stripped, wall to wall, ceiling to floor, and before furniture had been brought in, or any decorating had occurred, a lattice of security charms has been applied around the room, crossing over, intertwining and creating an almost unimaginable net. It would be nearly impossible to overhear anything discussed in this office.

A fireplace was installed at one wall, with a few direct links which worked only after a certain password spell is uttered, the spell changing at least every week. Some of the direct floo links included, the Atrium, a floo hidden behind a portrait in the security office at Gringotts Wizarding Bank and an old and barely used floo on level ten. There were a multitude of others, each activated by a certain password along with floo powder of course. It was impossible to use this floo without those passwords, or you'd simply return to your origination point. For MLE employees there are direct floos provided for much the same purpose, and therefore nobody is permitted to use the office floo without permission.

The office, once it was reassembled to be an office, was decked out in mahogany. There were large wall to wall shelves, a large bulletin board and filing units, and a fairly big table with six chairs around it was pushed to one side. The focal point of the room was the large desk and leather chair, both more than big enough to fit one Evander Bole, his long legs and muscular frame. The desk seemed to be stacked with an ever-changing pile of paper work. In and out.

There were several portraits in the room which Evander had acquired at a cost, former Magical Law Enforcement Department Heads, Aurors, and Hit Wizards. Even a former Supreme High Mugwump. They were added security themselves, and good for advice on occassion. You were never truly alone in this room, though strangely there were small curtains around each of them, so that Evander could, if the situation called for it, ensure that the painted individuals contained in the frames, would not be able to see whatever it was Evander did not wish for them to see.

In front of the mahogany desk were three comfortable looking chairs, bringing the grand total of chairs in the room up to ten including Evander's seat behind the desk, though the room would be cramped with more than ten in it.

Not always here, Evander is often out and about, visiting with his employees when the silence in the office gets too much, or when the paperwork is just a touch too overwhelming. When he isn't present the office is usually locked, though if you know the password of the hour, you can get in.

Photographs, newspaper cuttings, maps and scraps of notes were pinned on a bulletin wall, a spare holster went in the desk draw along with some pre-paid owl postage stamps, a container of floo powder and several little boxes which contained portkeys. A few other interesting trinkets found their way into the drawers too and then they were sealed under lock and key and a coded runic combination which Evander worked into the warding and sealing spells.

His coffee mug took pride of place on his desk.

While you don't strictly have to knock before entering, you might find yourself on the wrong end of a wand if you don't.

You are here.

OOC: Please read the thread description before posting here! This isn't strictly a public thread, but anyone is welcome to have their character knock on the door, assuming they come through the reception first. Evander might not be in though, so it might be better to make an appointment!

The office can be used, with permission from the Department head, for division meetings if the conference room is in use, or if a smaller, more intimate setting is required.

Already?

Maybe it was Damien.

No the door would have opened for the D-Man.

He stood up and went over to it and slowly pulled it open. Wow. It... it had been a long time since he'd stood looking down at Izzy. He cleared his throat.

"Come in." He stepped back so she could come past him.

Isobel kind of blinked when he opened the door. She hadn't been mistaken. It was him. She'd thought he was dead....but that was after she'd gone through nearly 5 years worrying whether his was okay. And now...he just popped up as a department head. Yeah. You're a right idiot Evander Bole.

But right now.....she needed to clear all of this from her mind. Otherwise she was really not going to get the job. So she offered Evander a smile, and stepped into his office. Yup...she was trying to keep this professional.

...

Right. So no explosion. No murder. This was a good start.

"Take a seat." He suggested. The problem now was... he didn't know whether he should act like he had no idea who she... no that was ridiculous.

"It's been a while." He added quieter, and then folded his tall frame into his own chair. "I see you've been working with the ITF." Ahem. Funny that he'd just been talking to Damien about THAT particular group.

Isobel had no idea how this was really going to go. It wasn't every day that your ex-boyfriend was going to interview. When he suggested she sat down, she sat down, resting one leg over the other. She did have to admit it was kind of hard to be in the same room as him, and not hit him. She had been pretty angry when he'd just disappeared.

"I think a bit more than a while Van." She spoke just as quiet as he had. A while suggested it had been a few weeks, months maybe. But they hadn't seen each other for a long time. Mmm. "It was a very good experiance." It was right, but she wanted a change now. Hence why she was here.

Possibly he owed some sort of belated explanation but Evander was trying to keep his mind on the point of this... which was an interview and NOT a reunion.

"Well I know you're more than qualified to start with us." He answered. Well he knew intimately what she specialised in, to the point where he barely needed to look at her transcripts to fill in the gaps.

"Any particular reason you chose the British Ministry? With your qualifications and experience with the ITF, you could go anywhere." Did she know Tate? Hmm. A question for another time.

Part of Isobel was kind of glad when he didn't really press any deeper into their past. It was tricky, and complicated, and she had tried to block that part of her life out of her memory now. So she really didn't want to be thinking about it right now, maybe after the interview, but not right now.

She did have a smug smile on her face when he mentioned her being more than qualified. Well. Of course. And she knew her knew what she specialised in. Maybe some part of already knowing each other was quite an advantage, minus making it really awkward in a sense.

"I know I could've gone anywhere." She'd been approached by a couple of law departments before she'd came back home. "London's home...." She shrugged, smiling at him. "I'd been abroad 10 years...I wanted to come home." And she knew she could get an auror position here, so...why not?

"Why not?" He echoed. "We certainly need strong aurors on our team here." He'd been busy trying to rebuild the whole department, not an easy task with all the security checks, the interference from Borr and D'Isigny, as well as the events in the Wizarding World that needed complete attention.

"Your timing is perfect really. We have positions available, but I'm sure you know, with your experience, that I'd do my best to find a place for you regardless." With her experience. Nothing to do with... you know, the past.

"If you want the job... its yours."

Isobel couldn't help but let a small, more personal smile appear on her face as he spoke. He would've tried his best to find her a place. That was definetly something that was very nice to hear. Although she had a feeling that it was her experiance that would've got her a place....she was very experianced in law enforcement now.

The job was hers if she wanted? Well....She was hardly going to say no now. Not after coming all this way, and having this rather awkward interview. Isobel nodded at Evander. "I do want it."

"Well you better get started." He suggested, smiling slightly. "Assuming you're ready?"
...

"Isobel..." Hrggghmmblah. Van cleared his throat, speaking in a completely different tone from the whole department head conducting interview thing, "...I wouldn't want things to be difficult. Perhaps we should find some time to... talk."

And she could slap him and they could all move on with their lives?

"Of course" An auror was always ready right? And she was ready to get her new employed life off to a start....

Oh. Evander wanted to talk about that? "Oh..." She paused for a second frowning. She knew it would be good to talk about that, but she also knew it was going to bring some painful memories back into the forefront of her mine. "Talk about when you left with no explanation, and I worried about you for nearly 10 years?" She eyed him carefully. "Yeah...talking would be good."

"I didn't worry about you." Van answered thoughtfully. "I knew you were safe." Which had been why he hadn't told her in the first place.

It was strange looking at her. Like he was seeing her with two sets of eyes. Young Van, idealistic and somewhat infatuated, and the Evander of today, jaded, a little wistful, and a lot wiser.

"Perhaps when we're not on the clock." He added in a brisk tone and stood up. "If you come with me, I'll show you to your desks, and introduce you to your team."

He hadn't worried about her? Well yeah. That totally made her feel so much better. "At least I know you're safe now." She added quietly, looking away from him.

Mmm. And then it seemed that Evander had gone back into department head mode, which was probably a good thing really. "Okay." She nodded, really having to force herself to smile again, as she stood up.

"... as safe as any of us can be." Van wasn't much convinced about the 'safety' factor of the Ministry right then, considering who was in charge.

Van did the opposite. He stopped himself from smiling, though usually he smiled a fair amount, it just didn't feel right to do it right then. He went over to the door and opened it, standing aside so she could head out first.

"Well...yes." But at least he wasn't dead or anything. Isobel had thought that he had been for a long time. So part of her heart was glad that he wasn't dead. But a lot of things had changed between them, and she knew their friendship could never be the same.

This felt a bit awkward again. And Isobel kind of hoped that the awkwardness would get better over time. Turning around, she followed him over to the door, and walking out.

Right. Time to visit the bull pen and see what his employees were up to. Auror-side first of course, since he had to get Isobel started and meeting her team.

... Yeah. And he hoped she didn't say anything about their past. Damien would give him hell.

Evander closed the door behind them and locked it with several complicated charms.

Stepping away from the office, Isobel turned around, and watched him lock his office. Oh yup. You could tell he was in law enforcement...with all those charms he'd put on that. Nobody would be getting into that office without him being there.

Mmm. It was weird that she felt a little nervous about going to go see who she'd worked with. She'd worked with her last collegues for like 10 years, so she'd known them. But now she was going into the unknown....it was going to be interesting

With Borr's latest memo clutched in his hand, Evander Bole stormed into his own office and sat at his desk, teeth grinding.

He read over the memo again.



Right. Well that was nonsense. Order of MERLIN for CIRCE's SAKE! Had to be part of the perk package that D'Isigny lured the man in with.

He pulled his desk drawer open and tugged out some parchment and a quill. He scribbled out a response.


He broke the nib of the quill on the last letter from pressing too hard.

Grumbling to himself he replaced it, then screwed up the note and vanished it before starting another one.



No. That wouldn't cut it either. Van erased the last part.



Satisfied, Van folded the parchment and placed it in an envelope, then he stood up and headed out of his office once more, locking and warding it behind him.

Luke Dubois was nervous, He'd arrived early for his first day as the new CMEC Counterfeit Magic Identification Specialist. He'd remembered that he was supposed to report to Evander's office when he got there so he knocked and waited patiently. He was ready to begin his work day. He stood in at-ease position and waited for the door to open.

Van came up the corridor and stopped a short distance away, eyeing the unfamiliar man waiting at his office door. The department head approached in complete silence and when he was close enough, he deliberately scuffed his foot against the carpet so that.... well, it had to be the new CMIS, didn't it? Evander cleared his throat.

... it was going to be a busy day, wasn't it? Evander turned slightly at the greeting and after a searching look offered his hand.

"Evander Bole. And you are?"

Firmly grasping the hand that was offered to him, Blaise gave his signature smile.

"Blaise Carlisle, Mr. Bole," he said, nodding his head once. "Your new Event Security Liaison Officer."