International Cooperation
Work Areas And Cubicles


Graphic done by Becky

The work areas are filled with large cubicles for each member of International Cooperation. Each cubicle is nice and open with a large desk and a tall bookshelf on one end. A comfortable rolling chair behind it and two additional chairs in front for those needing seating for delegates that might visit our ministry. Feel free to mix and match cubicles and decorate your office as you wish. Please do without the workout rooms however, law enforcement might allow you to train there if you wish. No one is expected to sit with your fellow division unless you wish to! Only a handful of cubicles have a window, so grab one quickly when you see it open up!

ooc: Open RP Area. Any ministry personnel may RP here.

Gid couldn't believe it. He just could not believe it! Where in Merlin's name was his wand?! Becca would be roaring with laughter right then if she could see him. How in merlin's right leg had he lost his wand? He never lost his wand! Some auror he was...misplacing his own wand. Sighing he grumbled as he crawled under the nearest desk looking for it. He could not and would not leave until he found it. Wherever it was!

Luckily, there hadn’t been any more rogue bludgers since that first one. Even so, Kendall had never felt like her work was boring. It was just new, as the drawings and messages on her desk from her kids still attested to. She still hadn’t exactly expected to see the department head crawling under desks, however. That was definitely not something she saw every day, but she still reached into her desk for a piece of chocolate. A snack while she figured out what was going on, although she was fairly sure that he wasn’t trying to hide. Odds were he wouldn’t actually be hidden under that desk anyway.

“Um, did you lose something?,” she asked after a moment, still watching him from her desk. There was the brief moment here she’d wondered if he’d even noticed her sitting there, but that wasn’t about to stop her. Nor would it stop her from offering chocolate if that looked like it might help.

Sucking on the end of a feathered quill Claudette tried to remember who the wizard in her morning daily prophet crossword puzzle was when she entered the inter division work areas. If she couldn't figure out who it was she'd just have to mull on it while she began her day of work. The image of her boss crawling under desks as if he was looking for something or someone caused her to literally just pause in her tracks and stare for a good two minutes at him in silence. Claude wondered what Gid was up to, was he inspecting the desks before an inspection? Playing hide and seek?

Going closer Claudette folded up her newspaper and quill and waved cheerfully to Kendall. "Good morning Kendall!" Walking over to her desk she dropped her newspaper on a pile of folders, noting the stack of new memos waiting on her attention. The ministry never slept. Pulling some loose blond strands out of her face Claudette focused on her boss. "Morning boss, are you checking for cracking desk legs before a health inspection?"

Report, report, report! All the paper work never ends in this department, doesn't it? Months after the successfully concluded Youth Quidditch League, Ryden had been busy sending thank you memos and small tokens of appreciation for the participants. On top of that, there had been inquiries from all over the wizarding globe regarding the International Swap of Headmasters.

Where are the actual people who should be handling this?

Sighing, he filed another memo on one side, and his eyes caught sight of his sons' picture on his desk. Ryden cracked a smile at the memory of Jakub's first day in Mahoutokoro, while Jace tagged along in matching uniforms. The man wondered how his boys are doing. He was sure Jakub's busy with the girls, while Jace must be trying his very best to get an Outstanding mark in all of his subjects. He did get an O in Potions recently, and he was sure Maiya is beaming with pride for their youngest.

Distracted by movement under his desk, Ryden jolted in his seat, parted his legs and saw...Gidyun on all fours.

Blink, blink.

"Wrong desk, boss." Whatever it is that he is looking for, it's not there. He made sure his desk was spic and span on top and below.

Katja entered the interdivision work area, never once looking up from her compact. Hair? Check. Eyeshadow? Check. Lipstick? Check. Charmed nailpolish? Check. Only when she was sure she looked absolutely perfect did she put her compact back in her bright magenta handbag.

As she looked around the room, she noticed some of her coworkers had already arrived. Had she really just walked silently past them? What an etiquette faux pas! "Good morning, ladies," she addressed Kendall and Claudette. "And good morning to you as well, Mr. Reed," she quickly added, noticing the man sitting behind his desk.

The blonde Danish witch pulled out her prized fwooper quill - magenta, to match her bag- and had just turned her attention to the stack of forms in front of her when something suddenly bumped her desk. She jumped up from her chair with a gasp. "Oh my-!" She glanced down to see her department head crawling around on the floor in front of her. She hadn't noticed him until just now!

Katja shook her head at the undignified display. Was this some strange English custom she didn't know about? "Mr. Yenorin, what, might I ask, are you doing?"

He was determined to find his wand no matter what it took, even if it took all night and he had to make excuses to Becca as to why he was so late. He hated lying but there was no way at all he was going to tell her he'd misplaced his wand! He looked up as he heard Kendall speak and bit his lip but nodded "I...sort of misp..." He broke off as Claudette appeared as well and laughed softly shaking his head.

OI! He smacked his head on the desk that he thought was an empty one when Ryden asked what he was doing under his desk and moved to sit up more rubbing his head "No, I uhhh somehow....misplaced my wand." He gave Katja an embarrassed smile "Normally I have a pretty good hand on my wand but somehow this time I've misplaced it."

Wrong desk boss!

Turning around to look over at her senior colleague at the sound of his surprised voice Claudette flashed Ryden a cheery smile. "Good morning Ryden, any interesting quidditch news?" That their boss was looking under Ryden's desk for whatever he was looking for was kind of amusing. Giggling slightly she turned to give her danish colleage a smile as Katja joined them by the desks. "Good morning Katja, I've always wondered. How do you say good morning in Danish?" It could come in handy down the line, in this profession you never knew.

As her boss sat up and rubbed his head where he most likely had bumped into Ryden's deks Claudette tilted her head slightly to the side at the news and asked "That's unfortunate. Do you want me to try and accio it for you?" Hopefully the wand was just misplaced and not stolen.

Tidying up his desk, Charles glanced around the office. It was insanely quiet at the moment and he hoped that it wasn't a bad sign. His eyes flicked over to the other divisions and he was wondering if anyone over in those areas were having problems. Hmmm... He was jolted out of his thoughts by a letter appearing in front of him and he blinked at it for a moment before opening it and starting to pen a reply. Oh Merlin, why did there always have to be someone who disagreed with something?! Whilst dipping his quill in the ink, Charles muttered something about his chair and re-settled himself before a yelp escaped him as his chair collapsed under him and the quill and ink went flying. What in Merlin's name was going on??

Gid was walking through the work areas when he heard a crash. Nearly knocking the coffee pot over he headed quickly in the direction from where he heard the noise. "Wh..." he blinked as he looked down at Charles, finding him in the midst of his chair having collapsed. "Charles? Are you alright?" he asked fighting a laugh that had wanted to escape as he did look a bit amusing in the midst of the chair bits everywhere with ink everywhere too. But then, the poor guy might be hurt!

Charles hadn't moved at all since he'd fallen because he was so shocked. He blinked a few times and then when he heard a voice, he looked up. "I'm feeling my age." he replied simply, wondering how the heck he was going to get up. Maybe use the desk? Adjusting his shirt a little, Charles used the desk to get up and groaned a little at the ache in his back. "Sorry for the commotion." Now he needed a new chair! Could he take Gid's?

He wrinkled his nose when Charles said he was feeling his age. Yuck...yeah he got that quite often himself. "Not too worried about that as long as you're alright." he said with honesty in his voice. He moved to offer his assistance when Charles used the desk to get up. "What happened?" he asked curiously looking at the broken chair "Did it randomly just break or...?" Please do not mention the chizpurfle issue reappearing!

"Thanks." Finally some compassion around here! Wait, yuck! He wasn't a fan of that. Eurgh. He glanced at Gid when he tried to help, but then leant against the desk. "I felt a bit uncomfortable... and I moved a little bit and then I was on the floor." he explained, wondering what had happened too. "I suppose it couldn't have happened to someone younger." SIIIIGH.

"No problem" he said gently not making a huge deal out of it. "No of course not, it's always at the worst time too." Like when he really needed his wand last winter and it had disappeared? Searching the entire work areas and department had taken ages. "I'd say let's try reparo but if it's an issue with the chair it won't help much. Might have to get a new one."

Worst time? Of course! Charles sighed and then picked up a bit of the chair and looked at it. "It served me well. I suppose I'll have to say goodbye and just take your chair, hmm?" HEH. Cheeky Charles! He didn't mind taking Gid's chair.

"It was a decent chair" he said nodding in response but then paused. "I..." Uhh, well...he hadn't thought that far ahead but he did like his chair. But...hey that meant he could get a new one too? HEH! For the time he was here anyway, he had some pretty big decisions to be making in the next few months. "Well, I suppose if you really want a chair that's perhaps as old as you are..." Heh, he could throw them too!

Charles smirked a little at Gid's response, but then caught himself and realised he'd actually said that out loud. Oh MERLIN! "I..." He was going to say he hadn't meant that, but Gid spoke and Charles' eyes widened. "Really? The only thing that is my age and still working is me, as far as I know." They didn't build things like they used to!

HA! He saw eyes widening and smirked a little himself. "Well, when those chizpurfles took over and ate everything I figured I'd bring a chair I enjoyed sitting in but unfortunately that chair is quite old and really should be replaced but it's comfortable enough."

"Okay then." He'd take the chair out of spite now. He'd sit on it for years and years and look at Gid every single time. Was that petty? Maybe. Heh. "Thank you. Enjoy your new chair, boss." Mhmm, he was doing his best to make Gid feel old now.

Meh, one less thing to move right? He wanted to stick out his tongue but yeah that'd be a bit childish wouldn't it? He'd stick it out later when walking away, heh that worked. "Well enjoy" he said shrugging as if it didn't matter. Bah, that was a comfortable chair too! He'd have to work a new chair in before using it! Maybe his new office will have one though he liked....doubtful. "I most definitely will" he said with a smirk, hiding it.

"Can I take it fairly soon please? I'm trying to respond to a rather irate, confused letter and I need to start over now." The parchment was useless and all of the words he'd written were now ruined. Ugh!

"I....uhh sure." he said looking towards his office. He was being good and not saying no, he could look into replacing his chair right now. "I'll get that for you, don't want you to hurt yourself." HEH! Couldn't resist. Very bad but hey sometimes you can't help yourself! He moved towards his office "Want to clean up the mess?" he asked glancing back "And I'll bring it over."

It took all the strength he had inside himself not to narrow his eyes at Gid and give him a dirty look, but somehow Charles managed it and looked down at the mess instead. "Of course. Thank you." Could he charm these pieces to chase Gid around the level hitting him repeatedly? Or could he make them talk to him and get him admitted to Mungo's? He really wished he could. Instead, Charles moved to his knees and started to put the pieces into the bin.

He headed for his office amusement showing on his face but wasn't too broken up about the chair being given to Charles. Maybe Charles would be the one taking over the department anyway. Who knew. He had a number of the staff that he knew was more than capable. Even a few of the newer employees! He got the chair easily enough and rolled it towards the work areas back to Charles' office.

Finally he put the last bit in the bin and sighed wistfully. His chair had seen him through a lot. The brown eyes of Charles raised when he heard a noise that was Gid and he bowed his head in thanks. "Much appreciated, boss. Thank you." Mhmm. Could he have his office too? It was much quieter!

...Maybe that would be pushing his luck a bit.