Jocelyn was not pleased with the state of this... room. It contained boxes, loads of them and they were all just piled up on top of each other with no particular way of organization. So how was she supposed to do anything in here? Especially since it was so crowded! So that meant she would have to clean this place out - dust it, reorganize it and make it somewhat decent looking... however, Jocelyn was pretty sure if she just straightened the boxes, it would look a lot prettier in there.

She had a clipboard under an arm, and a muggle pen in another. Time to check inventory. And once the new assistant, who she hoped was competent, arrived, she would make sure he helped out with Jocelyn's least favorite task... listing the items and the amount of each there were.

Fun.

Elijah walked with a speedy pace into the little shop, checking if everything was alright. Hair. Perfect. Bowtie. Check. Time. On time. Nerves. None...ish. The floor creaked a bit under his steps. It was a bit quiet. He looked around and saw the door that was usually locked slightly ajar now. Oh goodness, he was allowed to look behind the counter now. He could go into that mysterious room he'd wondered about in just about every shop as a kid. He speeded up his pace and put a smile on his face. He opened the door...

Boxes. Well this wasn't that exciting. Of course. It was the stock room. How could he think anything else? And it was crowded! He quickly scanned the room and ended up staring at a lovely lady. "Hello," he said and smiled. "I'm Elijah, your new assistant, here to help!" he rambled and extended his hand.

"You know it's really crowded in here," he said and turned to the room. "No offence if you meant for it to be-" Elijah looked back at the lady. "-this way." He walked towards a couple of boxes and looked at the naming on it. "You know I could tidy this up-" he said and walked back towards her. Oh, clipboard. Muggle thingy. Interesting. He would need to look at how that worked again. Disect it. Was it alive?. Oh right, clipboard. "If you don't need me anywhere else, that is." He peeked at the clipboard.

Jocelyn heard the door behind her open before she saw it. She looked at the man that walked in, up and down then gave a nod of approval. Bow tie meant that the man at least cared somewhat for appearances and despite the fact that she believed beauty was what was on the inside, there were a lot of shallow people who didn't bother for "inner beauty". She clicked her pen closed and shook his hand. "Yes, Mister Doyle, I am aware," Jocelyn said, smiling pleasantly at the man. Might as well before she unloaded work on him. "I am Jocelyn," she added, pointing her pen at herself.

. . . Way to point out the obvious, right? At least he seemed enthusiastic. "We are going to do some cleaning up in this place, I want it to look neat, spacious and to know what we have in here," Jocelyn said, getting right back on track with work. She passed him the clipboard and the pen. "We're going to open these boxes, see what's in all of them and determine how many of each there are in each box," Jocelyn added as she left the room for a moment to grab another clipboard and pen.

"Let's get to work now, shall we, Mister Doyle?" Jocelyn asked, smirking to herself. Yes. It was work on the very first day. They were not in elementary school where the first day was spent talking.

Plus, he had offered to help... and he kinda had to. He worked for her now. Heh.

Oh, so no handshake? Elijah quickly lowered his hand and put it behind his back. "Nice to meet you, Jocelyn," he said with a kind smile.

Right. Cleaning. Neatness. He liked space, space was good. Especially the space that was above the earth. That had always been fascinating. "Right," he said crossing his arms. Exciting. He always liked opening boxes, made him feel like Christmas was around. Which it almost was! He needed to buy presents.

Elijah cracked his knuckles. "Yes," he enthusiastically said and took the clipboard and pen Jocelyn had just gotten. He turned round and hopped over to a box, then opened the box. A couple of book-things were in the box. He picked one up. "I think these are muggle journals," Elijah said and started counting them. "Twelve of them, three of each colour," he noted.

Jocelyn gave the man a curt nod and then opened a box near her. Counting out what there was, mentally, she jotted her findings down on her clipboard.

She glanced up from her board, to look at the man there. He was certainly enthusiastic about opening up all the boxes. So child-like, she supposed but it was good. That probably meant that he was good with little children, which... Jocelyn was not exactly the best with. She looked back down at her box and finished up counting it's contents. "Those that you've opened, you can stack them on top of each other somewhere away from the unopened ones," Jocelyn said. She'd find something to hold everything later. And perhaps buy some muggle labels to stick on all of them. Those had worked quite well in her father's office.

She glanced back up when he said something. "And right you are, write it down on the clipboard, we'll add everything up later," Jocelyn said, nodding. While she had said that though, she couldn't help but wonder one very important question. How one think something was a muggle journal? Maybe he just wasn't exposed to muggle things very often. Poor guy.

"Do you have any questions about this job?" Jocelyn asked. Best to get all the questions done with now rather than later.

Elijah stacked another box on top of an already sorted out one. Next box. He opened it and wrote down the contents. Next box. Write. Box. Write. Wow, opening boxes really wasn't as exciting as Elijah had thought.

"Nope!" Elijah said as he turned round from the boxes.

"Great," she said, as she continued to go through the boxes. It would all be worth it in the end, she supposed. Work was work and work needed to be completed no matter how incredibly boring it was.

And it was quiet. "So..." Jocelyn started, she had always thought it was easier to accomplish work with a tad bit of small talk, not too much though. Because it would distract one from the task at hand. "Tell me about yourself Mister Doyle," she said, scribbling some things down on her clipboard.

Going through the boxes with a speed Elijah could say he was proud of, he heard her tell him to tell her about himself. Ah well, the good old life-stories. "Well, I was a Ravenclaw at Hogwarts..." he said, scribbling something down that was just readable. "Played a bit of Quidditch... Studied at Beauxbatons..." It looked like he was pretty far with the boxes. He went to sit on his knees to open a new box. "You know, the usual stuff. I also had a job in New York as an assistant spellmaker but I missed London so I decided to return... Oh, and I love cats." Right. "I also have a little sister and a little brother, I guess my brother's a bit more like me. He's a Ravenclaw like me, you see. And he plays Quidditch too." Box, box, box. Check. He turned back to his boss. "So, what about you?"

Jocelyn scribbled away on her clipboard as she opened box after box. Stupid inventory checks. She was really only half listening as he spoke, catching tidbits of information here and there. "Another Hogwarts person?" she muttered to herself. There seemed to be an awful lot of them in Diagon Alley, she supposed it only made sense since this place was swarmed with those students over vacations. And at least he was a Ravenclaw, those were the smart students, she believed.

She opened another box and without looking up, she rattled off her life story. "I attended Beauxbatons though I was raised in New York," she started off, counting the quills inside the box. "I helped my father at his business over my summers and vacations, and after graduating, I got a steady job there before moving over here," Jocelyn said. Was it a mistake moving here? She wasn't quite sure. "I, like you, like cats, I've got a kitten named Mirage," Jocelyn said, jotting down the number before sifting through it to elaborate more. "I dislike playing Quidditch, but I did enjoy flying, and I have two younger siblings, they're twins," Jocelyn added. "I also dislike laziness, tardiness and people who think they can slack off," she said, glancing up. He didn't look like the type to do any of those things, so that was good, right?

"As you can see, there's clearly no room for anything that needs to be refrigerated, so if you ever desire to go on a lunch break, just let me know," Jocelyn added. This place needed a fridge, and another room that served as a break room, completed with a coffee machine and a microwave. But it was a bit small so she supposed it would have to do for now.

Candi walked into the store room of her shop on her first day of work and stared. It was a mess and very crowded. Candi stood in the doorway for a couple minutes with her hands on her hips as she surveyed the room. Hopefully her assistant would get there soon and be able to help clean up the mess. For now Candi was on her own.

Next to the door there was a clipboard hanging which contained the inventory. Joy, inventory. Candi took the clipboard and a quill then began to proceed with inventory by opening the first box on the floor and examining its contents. Standard black ink was in it. Candi began to count the contents of the box. 12 bottles of standard black ink was the first item that went on her list.

This was going to be a very fun day.