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Heading down further into the Ministry the Senior Undersecretary came to a stop on Level 3. First thing he noticed was....the condition of this place, good merlin! Gavin had to do a double take, wondering just what he was seeing here. "Looks like we should have called Pest Control." He mumbled, walking over to the front desk and noting the scratches and bite marks...and droppings. Had those been on his level too? He wouldn't have noticed, too preoccupied with the HOLE INT THE ROOF. Ahem. He turned to his present company. "This isn't looking promising. Keep your wands at ready and your eyes peeled. We won't be firing at everything that moves but better safe than sorry." He drew his own wand and gestured for them to follow his lead while silently praying that if something DID jump out at them it would spare his face. The man couldn't take too many losses in one day! |
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Once they reached the landing for Level 3, "Smells like Aunt Lenny's closet" he exclaimed, which he regrets saying. "Homenum Revelio" he said making sure nothing human is lurking about in dark places. Well, with this smell, if someone is out there he must be nuts. And what is this small droppings? If only he still have his research kit, he will be able to identify which animal has done this. "Do you think it is related to the bird incident we had before?" he asked. looking around trying to see any signs of movement. |
Cora was itching to check out level 3 more than anything, so she hurried after Gavin and the other guy quickly, keeping her wand out as they made their way down. It was pretty uneventful, and then finally they were there. Merlin, it looked awful. Not as bad as the place they were working at now, but pretty close. She cast a glance over at the guy that mentioned it smelling like his aunt's closet but didn't comment until he said something about a bird incident. "I'm definitely thinking those mutant things," she added. She didn't know if that was what he meant by birds, maybe there were mutants of those too, but she mainly remembered the one that had wrecked Derek's lab ages ago. But were they the reason they'd been locked out of the Ministry or just the source of the feces? Cora really hoped they'd find out soon. |
I... don't really know why I'm posting this, but I felt the need to? xD Derek dashed past... whoever those people were. He didn't bother to look at them, or acknowledge them or even to see who they were in the first place. The 29 year-old didn't see any of the destroyed furniture or poop or anything either. As quickly as he appeared through the main entrance.... he disappeared through his lab door. |
Arriving a little after Derek - the bloke could really move, you know? - Aron did not just scurry past like his employee did and instead slowed his pace and approached Gavin. Oh look! Cora was here too. "Fancy meeting you here," he mused as he approached the man. "I take it blowing down the wall was a success then." Obviously, but he was just making conversation right now. "Hmm...perhaps..." he said with a small nod towards his own employee before he knelt down, removed a glass slide from his pocket, pushed some of the tiny feces onto it, and covered it. Although he had serious doubts that this was mutant based. Unless there was another rogue one that none of them had been aware of. "I am assuming Derek went to the lab. Assuming the equipment is still functioning, maybe he can shed some light on this." Composition of the...er...feces. And...bird incident? What? |
The Senior Underscetary didn't know why anyone's closet would be smelling like this place but decided this was one of those times where one heard something and just let it die in the air. Perhaps Mr. McMillan would find it prudent to have a stop in with Environmental Protection when this ordeal was over. If his aunt's closet did smell like this, it couldn't be healthy for anyone involved. Gavin waited to see the fruits of the man's homenum spell but wouldn't pretend to be disappointed when it showed nothing. At the mention of the bird Gavin nearly cringed. Horrid day that was with the demon bird. "I'm not sure what relation it might have at the moment but perhaps it's what Cora says. Mutants. We haven't seen them in a while but then we haven't seen the inside of the Ministry in a while." Had Harmony said she'd wrangled them all up? He couldn't be sure but the possibility of leftovers was there. "We should exercise extreme caution in the event it really is mutant trouble. Check the area. They may be small but they're....highly....dangerous...."--was he the only one who saw that man shoot out of nowhere and bolt pass them??????? Gavin blinked, wondering if the smell down here was starting to affect other areas of his brain. Where did the man come from and what was his hurry? Several years of schooling then the real world had told him that when someone was running it was with GOOD reason and his wand rose a little higher. Please be a false alarm. They didn't have any MLE with them. It could be trouble. He relaxed again seeing Aron enter and make his way over to him. Walking. Walking was good. It meant no danger. "Huge success, resulting in a huge hole in the ceiling." But he was calm. VERY CALM. Derek? "That bloke from earlier? He's with you then??" And more blinking. Well then. By all means. "I take it the phonebooth took you to the lower levels. Anything worth checking out?" |
Ha. HAHAHAHA. Ha. Aron laughed in his head a few moments while his chiseled features remained stoic and seemingly unamused. At least he wouldn't have to deal with rebuilding part of his level on top of all the other repairs that the area was in serious need of. "Unconventional, yet impressive," he mused, giving the others a quick wink. His blue eyes followed the invisible trail left by Derek towards the laboratory before they once again settled on Gavin. "Yeah. Don't mind him." Or try to really get a grasp on the fellow because it was, well, it was something else. "Not much different from what you lot are seeing here. Dust. Abandoned. Tiny feces... all magic gone from the area. Real party central." But, speaking of Derek...and the sample he held in his hand... "I better go check to make sure my own employee didn't get eaten by a mutant." Assuming that was what was going on around her. Or faint. Derek was likely to faint if the lab was in similar conditions like things were out here. So, unless there were any objections, he was going to head there first and then swing by his office. |
Derek came out of his lab with a box full of spray bottles and went straight to their Department's waiting area where all those people were still... doing whatever they have been doing all this time. He searched for the person from the Minister's Office and walked over to him as soon as he spotted him. "This pesticide will get rid of the chizpurfles." The man probably had realised by now that that was what was wrong with the Ministry, Derek hoped. He wasn't going to explain, so at least the man should work it out by the words he had just said. "It's time sensitive, so the sooner you get on with it, the better." The lab technician added, passing some of the bottles to him. Without saying anything else, Derek walked out of the Department and went to level 2 with the rest of the spray bottles. |
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Replacing the last of the pots, Gavin straightened with a heavy sigh, tempted to have everyone move on to searching a new area. Just as he was about to give these orders he saw the bloke from earlier hurrying out with what looked like bottles of...Merlin knew what. He didn't make a habit of questioning speedy people that seemed in a hurry. No. They tended to hop right into explanations on their own, just like he was doing now. Chizpurfles? That would have explained the magic shortage. Bloody things must have been feeding on it all. "Thanks, we'll get right on whichever area we can." He said with a firm nod, collecting a few bottles from the man. He turned to the others that had followed him here. "Alright everyone needs to grab a bottle, we've got a Chizpurfle infestation on our hands it seems and have no time to waste." |
It seemed like it hadn't been all that long since Derek and Aron had passed through that Derek was now appearing again. With a box of spray bottles? And...ah, THAT was what was wrong with the Ministry. Chizpurfles. Yeah, creatures were not Cora's strong point, and this was furthering her slight dislike of them - or at least new dislike for these. Disgusting creatures ruining their magic. She grabbed a bottle and nodded at Gavin. "I'll get started here." 'Cause yeah, she wanted to make sure these pests were out of the level she worked on first before she moved on to help the others. |
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If she was staying then he could get a move on with helping with the distribution and what-not. He had to admit, this was a lot easier knowing it wasn't mutants they were hunting this time but chizpurfles. Nothing particularly acidic about them. Nothing to worry about. Gavin cast a quick glance at Mr. McMillan. The man hadn't confirmed whether he'd be staying or going but he assumed he was capable enough of making his own informed decision. "If anything comes up." He said, looking to Cora again. "I asume there are other Ministry workers in the building by this point. Shoot a patronus." If that was sorted then he was leaving. There was a Ministry to get back in order. |
Disgruntled and definitely cranky, Aron returned to level three and essentially kicked open the door from the stairwell. Breathe, Aron, just breathe. Not that big a deal. Flexing his arms to help relieve some of the tension in his body, he gave Gavin a curt nod as the Senior Undersecretary passed on his way to do a proper spray down of his department - Aron assumed at least. Quote:
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The two extras were accepted and she cast a quick levitation spell on them so they'd float along with her. That way her hands would be free to hold her own bottle and wand until someone came along and needed them. Or if she ran out of liquid in her spray bottle. Either way. Cora nodded at his final instructions. "Will do." So now to work. But then Aron appeared. Quite loudly too considering the kick to the door. Maybe he should save that for the chizpurfles. If only it were that easy to get rid of them. "He did, yes," she replied with a nod, making her way over to the reception desk to spray. So time to work. "The sooner the better," she agreed. Spray spray sprayyy. Chizpurfles, go awayyy. |
Tasha made her way back to level 3 through the reception area after successfully delivering the spray bottles to Mr Cresswell. The chizpurfles had unfortunatley also put their mark on the specialty department. Passing Cora hard at work with the spray bottle raised Tasha waved. "Hi Cora!" Heading over to where Aron was currently standing she said "Hi boss. I've delivered the spray bottle batches to Ms Skylark and Mr Cresswell. Ms Skylark sends her apprectiations to you and Derek for finding the cause and a way to exterminate the chizpurfles." "Do you guys need a hand with spraying in here or should i focus on the cubicle area?" |
Giving Cora a curt nod before returning to his work, Aron sprayed his immediate area - especially the plants - to the point where they had a sheen to them from the solution. "Great, thank you for that, Natasha," he said, pausing his work when she returned from running her errands. And really, he had only supervised Derek while he had been brewing the potion, so all the credit went to him on the creation of this magical brew. Aron now just hoped that they could find something conclusive from the feces and remains of the chizpurfles. Hopefully they could dissect the critters and isolate the magic they digested. But he was getting ahead of himself. First they had to kill the things. "If the three of us move as a unit we can get each area sprayed down more quickly," he instructed. "Cora and I have got most of the area secured, so if you could just get that area over there," he said pointing to the opposite wall. "We can move into the work area next." |
With each spray from the bottle, dozens upon dozens of chizpurfles keeled over and twitched their tiny clawed legs. But only for a short time as the solution in those bottles of yours is quite potent! IT'S WORKING IT'S WORKING! BYE BYE CHIZPURFLES! |
Leaping toadstools thank Merlin it appeared to be working. Derek was getting a big fat bonus for this. Well...assuming that the budget could allow for it considering how much was going to need to be put towards repairs. Hardly any of the equipment in the laboratory was salvageable. Most of the furniture in this area would need to be reupholstered or maybe even tossed. He hadn't even stepped into his office yet or the training room... Merlin. They had left one disaster for another, but at least they were back. "You two keep at it," he urged. "Spread out into the other rooms and hallways and see if you can't grab a few others to help you." He needed to go check on a few things but would be back soon. |
EMBER HAD ARRIVED. She was carrying a plate of THESE gooooodies for her gooood friend, DEREEEEEK. She wasn't sure if he'd be as happy to see her, but YES, she had cookies for him and his little Accidents' buddies! HEHEHE. Of course...did Derek LIKE cookies?! OH NO. WHAT IF HE HATED COOKIES. O___O Then Ember would die..surely. She was DIE and not even have the WILL to come back and talk to him about it...UGH. Her face flushed and she VERY much hoped that he liked cookies. Or chocolate. because..CHOCOLATE COOKIES HERE. SIGH. She hadn't thought this through. nope. |
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The loudest honking daffodil of them all. Oh! But she had brought cookies. Well then, maybe she could stay. Those looked like they would go good with his coffee. "Don't mind if I do," he said, skipping initial pleasantries and just grabbing one of the cookies off the plate and chomping off half of it. "Is this part of Harmony's way to create some sort of positive aura around the Ministry? Complimentary welcome cookies for the new year?" If so, maybe the Creatures Head wasn't SO bad after all. |
HA no. *whispers*shelikessomeoneelsecoughcough SPOILER!!: Gahahaha Ember hadn't been paying close attention. Nope. She had begun to HUUUUUM and kind of twirl around--while waiting for SOMEONE to appear. Hopefully D-rek. D-REX. OMG. Ember would HAVE to tell the potions dude her NEWWWW nickname for him...HEHEHE. WHUUUUUUUUUUUUUT----- Ember stopped twirling, suddenly, when she felt a PRESSURE on the plate of cookies---GASP. The head bloke of the Accidents' department. Aron? Right? Ember eyed him a bit..."EXSCUUUUUSE ME." She said, snatching the cookie away from him and stepping WAAAAAY back. "You have to ask nicely first." She said, in a VEERRRRRY disapproving voice. "These are NOT for you--they are for DEREK. One of your FABULOUS employeeeees. But I will share with you....IF YOU ASK PRETTY PLEASE WITH A CHERRY ON TOP." She said, raising an eyebrow. DIDN'T HE HAVE MANNERS? Merlin. |
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Sheesh. If she didn't want people take them then she should have put them in a box like a reasonable person! "You're excused," he smirked just as he was about to eat the other half of the cookie, only to have it instead snatched right out of his hand. Ew, seriously? She wanted that back? She wanted it back AND wanted to feed it to Derek. He tried not to burst into a loud fit of laughter right there on the spot. Just imagine...Derek being handed a half eaten cookie... "Does Derek know you are stopping by?" he asked, overly amused expression on his face and not taking her subtle request up to ask nicely for the cookie. "I reckon he won't come out of the lab unless prompted to do so." Long pause. "And I am not particularly fond of cherries." |
SPOILER!!: HEHEHEHE Ember didn't know what to MAKE of the head. Aron. ARON. She smiiiiiiled and shook her head. "Nope. I'm surprising him. Derek LOVES surprises." No he did NOT clearly, but Ember was just SAYING this, okay? She was honestly hoping Derek didn't freak out or something. Maybe she would refrain from hugging. BUT SHE GOT SO EXCITED TO SEE HIM SHE JUST WANTED TO SQUISH HIM AND SHE DID SO WITHOUT THINKING. Yep. That's what had happened at the Garden Party. "Well...you should...prompt him then, eh, Mr. Bossman?" she asked, lifting her eyebrows at him a bit...holding the half eaten cookie in her hand. "Then put your desserty fruit of choice on top...BUT YOU HAVE TO SAY PLEASE." She said, or else... Or else?! Would Ember even DO anything to him? Probably not, no. She was a HUFFLEPUFF, for Merlin's sake. |
SPOILER!!: I already can't with this XD Surprising? Derek? Bouncing blueberries those were two drastically contradictory terms - and yes, Derek was a term now. The bloke was an entire entity of his own and then some. He wasn't entirely sure if the woman was daft enough to be joking, or if there was some sarcasm laced in with her sing song words. Whichever way it was, the Department Head was in for a good show. Hopefully none of this would detract from Derek's work. Aron had a big project for him, and Sophie by extension, that he needed done as soon as possible. Had already been far too long in the making as it was. "Oh yes, I am sure he will be overjoyed to see you," the man snorted as he glanced over his shoulder at the receptionist. "Ursula, could you go run to the lab and inform Derek that he is needed out here?" As the woman scurried to it, it looked back to Ember and the half eaten cookie. "What are you going to do with that then?" he asked as he pointed at it. |
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IT WAS TRUE FRIENDSHIPS THAT COULD SURVIVE THOSE THINGS, OKAY? True. Friendships. She took out her wand a bit and smiled at him..sweetly...oh so...sweetly. HEHE. "Give it to you once you say please--also--your lobby is SOOO dull, Aron--" she said as she suddenly gave her wand a wand, letting a few FLOWER PETALS erupt from the end of her wand...all over the floor...and some butterflies, too. Butterflies made EVERYTHING better, YEAH? She had already sprucened-up the MLE lobby...it was the AC's turn? YEPPPP. Shemayhavealsoletsomeflyintotheairandthenlandonhis head..allonyaccident, yes? She giggled at the few...ahem, flower-appendages in his hair, now..."You look much nicer now, Sir." There. |
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She also had the smile of a dark wizard about to do something drastic, was she aware of that fact? Seeing her reach for her wand, the Department Head instinctively reached for his own when all of a sudden there were flower petals and butterflies seemingly everywhere. "What the bloody hell is all this about?" he grumbled as he ran his hand through his hair in an attempt to remove all the unwanted accessories. "Trying to fix the feng shui of the area, are you?" And his tone was a firm indication of what he felt about all THAT. "Or is this how you flirt with people?" Flower petals...butterflies...he was positive he had used this methodology on Seren back in their university days at least once. No wonder she hadn't settled on him until he had become more polished. "Stick to the baking. Trust me." |
Derek wasn't expecting to be called out of his lab so soon. He had literally just walked in! Three hours ago. But it felt like he had just STARTED. In other words, he wasn't that pleased, but he obeyed nonetheless. Better meeting people outside of his lab than inside. That way no one would touch anything. As soon as he arrived in the reception area he was welcomed by a flower petals shower. And... butterflies? What the hell was going on??? The man stood there, his hair full of flower petals as half a dozen of butterflies flew around his head. What... in the world? |
WWW has made comments before xD SPOILER!!: GAHAHA Ember SNORTED at him SO loud that snot probably went everywhere--"FLIRT?" she asked, her lavender eyes WIDE. 'NO. I do not FLIRT--" she blushed and rolled her eyes. So maybe she flirted with Dmitry sometimes. He did NOT need to know those things. "AND YES. Your lobby was BORING. See how fun and POSITIVE it is now? Your employees will work better with the VIBES the butterflies send off--" she nodded...very knowingly. She WOULD have replied to the baking comment wheeeeen--THE MAN OF THE HOUR FINALLY SHOWED HIS ADORABLE FACE. Ember BEAMED over at him and practically..WELL SHE ALMOST HUGGED HIM. Almost. But she actually remembered this time. "Hi-DEREK. I made these COOKIES for our first day back--just as a nice gesture--HERE--" and she handed him the plate and UNEATEN cookies and threw the half-eaten cookie on the floor..AHEM, she MEANT to throw it in the rubbish bin but she MISSED and didn't notice--oops. "Hope you live what I've done to the place," she said...smiling....evilly. |
............no. Just no. And this was coming from the man that was rather fond of nature. "I do not need conjured butterflies to indicators that level 3 has a healthy environment and healthy ecosystem," he said as he removed his wand from its holster. Metaphorically speaking, of course. "They have no place on this level and will only be a hindrance." And then, because he had zero emotional attachment to conjured butterflies, he shot a few spells at the closest butterflies to make them go KABOOM. Bye bye butterflies. She could keep those on level 4. They surely had more payoff over there. The flower petals he could deal with. Maybe collect them to use for popuri or something. Ursula could use something to do. And then there was Derek, sort of getting showered with bits of conjured butterflies. Not to worry there mate, those would vanish in another moment or two. "They're pretty good," he said to Derek, pointing to the cookies and then raising an eyebrow to the one that had been discarded on the floor...which he then banished with his own wand. He was not going to eat something that had been on the ground. Even IF that ground was clean. |
The flower petals and butterflies weren't enough, apparently, so Amber had to yell her greetings. The lab technician cringed and waited for the worst to happen but... no hug. Oh, good. She just offered a plate of cookies instead. "Thanks..." Derek said as he took the plate and the butterflies around his head vanished. He wondered what exactly had happened to them when he noticed his boss had his wand at the ready and was getting rid of all that craziness. Then Amber spoke up again and smiled... in a very strange way. Derek eyed her for a few moments before blinking and taking a step back. That was a... very sinister smile. "...What?" He looked at her as if expecting something to explode right next to him. What??? What was happening?? Were those cookies poisoned? What were her intentions??? Why was there a half eaten cookie on the floor- oh, it was gone now. Had Aron eaten the other half? Was he feeling ill or something? Was this blue haired girl here to finally get rid of him for some reason? WHY?? WHAT WAS GOING ON?? Derek didn't let out a word, but his face was saying pretty much everything. He looked from Aron, to Amber, to the cookies. Then back at Amber then Aron. Then the cookies again. Then Amber. What did she WANT?? |
*wraps up* Ouch. Aron was seriously a very SOUR human being. She just frowned over at him, and let Derek take the cookies. "Well. You definitely need some positivity in your life," she said with a nod and a shruuuug. "And--you know--is Harmony and I ever DO start up our Yoga Club like we WANT to--you should probably think about joining--" she said and she smiled....innocently, of course. "All that negative energy swarming around your head--" she said and she turned back to Derek. "The cookies are good--Aron had one-so--yeah--" she said a kind smile to Derek. "I'll--I should go. My lunch break isn't THAT long--I'll see you around, Derek--hope your first day goes well!" and she was very genuine in her tone, and SINCERELY hoped Derek picked on that. Poor guy was always so WORRIED. He needed to relax. He could probably use some yoga and meditations as well! She'd have to put some fliers up here, yep! Hehe. And with that, Ember smiled, waved, and winked at Aron before heading towards the door--MERLIN there was some NEGATIVITY in here--but Ember at least had TRIIIIIED to make it better! |
*can't with Ember...just can't* XD XD XD *starts to declone* ?????????? Yoga. He was not opposed to yoga at all, but after what had gone down in the Ministry LAST year with those honking daffodils from St. Mungo's....he was not too eager to get back onto a yoga mat. But that didn't stop him from throwing out some sort of snarky comment. "Right, I'll be sure to bring my jar of dirt to meditate on. New Age form of Earth Magic you know," he smirked. No, really, it WAS a thing. One he had joking suggested he come help Seren teach while she was still at Hogwarts. Aw, leaving so soon? At least that meant that Derek could relax and stop looking like a trout out water over there. Aron simply waved the woman farewell before turning his attention back to his own employee. "They're probably safe," he said, pointing to the cookies again. He was still standing and not turning some strange shade of purple or anything. "Not the sort to spike food with a potion, I reckon." He was, naturally, joking about all that. But it was always entertaining to pull Derek's leg a little. Although he ought to stop teasing the bloke and head back to his office. Had some paperwork to file and Obliviator training to finalize. |
It would be a lie to say Derek had no clue what was going on, because he had. He remembered very well Amber and Harmony talking about Yoga that one time he was in the Creatures Department Head's office. Those two seemed to get along way too well. The lab technician was holding the plate with cookies, but didn't try any of them. The blue-haired girl was still talking and he only kep looking from her to his boss then to the cookies. They were good, apparently. Or so she said. Derek never had bad experiences with her, but he wasnt the type that simply trusted people until something bad happened; on the contrary. He wouldn't trust people until they proved him they were trustworthy. To be honest, Amber was alright in the matter. He hadn't exactly tested her, but the girl seemed... too naive to not be trusted. But those people could be the most dangerous ones. Once she had left, Derek kept looking at the door through which she had disappeared until Aron spoke to him. The cookies were fine, then, his boss confirmed it. The former Gryffindor nodded his head at the comment about Amber not being the sort to spike food with a potion. He had to agree. Turning around, the 30 year-old made his way back to his lab with the plate of cookies. What an odd day. |
Zach was reminiscing the time when he last visited the Accidents and Catastrophe department, or even when he met the Department Head, but his recollection of those times were vague, maybe even non-existent. He looked around for familiar faces but, alas, he found none. He walked towards the desk of the Reception Area and said, "Good day" trying not to show the odd Australian accent "I am here for Mr. Ashbury-Hawthorne." he said with a smile. Hopefully the man is not to busy for a visit. |
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He was just about to shrug things off and continue on his way when he overheard his name. "You rang?" he smirked while rotating his left wrist counter clockwise manner, ending with his palm facing up. Didn't this fellow remember that he could just call him Aron? |
Tiffany Price had an end goal in mind. And no foolish receptionist could deter her from her path. When Tiffany Price wanted something, she'd get it. Always worked that way. Nothing was about to change. Tiffany wasn't planning on it. And y'know, getting through the level three front desk area wasn't as hard as she thought it'd be. Really the head of this department must've been a total fool. Hm. The brunette came to a quick stop only to scan around the place, giving it a physical assessment and only one word came to mind: bland. Oh wait no, there were also a few others, but she was here on purely business. If she really wanted to give this place an entire makeover, it'd take weeks. So she decided to kindly ignore how dull the place was before she click-clacked her way to the front desk. Lazily, she took the checkin papers and scribbled down her name, also picking up a pass as she went. Yup. Totally visiting that one guy with the face... And the hair... And the eyes. Definitely why she was here. Anyways, with new pass stuck to her designer top, Tiffany quickly made her way past the reception area. Hah. Too easy. Byeeeeeeee. |
LEVEL THREE EMPLOYEE anyone? Lynley had talked to Mr. Vickers, who seemed the most interested of her employees to help. His eagerness was duly appreciated. "Look alive, Vickers," she said to the young man, as her heels clacked their presence into the reception area of Level Three. Ahem. Lynley leaned on the front desk...her eyes peering around. "Hello? Anyone? Level Six people--we need some assistance--" the impatience laced in her voice was not very hidden, and the roll of her brown eyes as she looked over at her own employee was...not discreet. "I mentioned to Aron in passing we'd be stopping by. Maybe I should have made it an official memo." She sighed and tapped her fingernails on the desk, which were painted, today, a very neon pink. |
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Siiiip. "Hey Ursula, tell Aron that I need to talk to hi-- Ursula?? Bloody hell. You can't get the sta--oh. Hi." Stepping behind the reception desk, Eliora set her coffee down and sat right in Ursula's seat. "Our receptionist must be having a quick toilet break. Her bladder isn't in as good condition as the rest of ours. What can I do for you?" She had experience in this and if you asked her on a day when Levi hadn't had her up all night, she would say she could complete the tasks better than the individual actually paid to do it. Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip of the coffee. SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP. |
Lynley and Eliora Look alive Vickers If only his Vickers walked beside his Department Head as they made their way towards the front desk, his own footsteps barely audible with the sound of Lynley's footfall. He nodded his head to acknowledge her words about a memo, but otherwise he was completely serene. He was still mulling quietly to himself why they were at the A&C offices anyway, at least relative to the matter at hand, when a staffer came up to greet them. His icy blue gaze slid quietly towards Lynley. He thought it best to leave the explaining to her. |
Talk of bladders had Lynley already staring at the other woman with slight distaste. "For the unneeded information...thank you." She replied coolly, not in an impolite manner but...more of an exasperated way. She glanced at Vickers with a sigh and then back at......this woman. "Here to speak to someone in the Charms expertise? We need some help with a portkey........I need to develop a....recurring portkey; meaning, I need one that reactivates every month...for six months. It's for a very particular request from a Miss Taladona Jordan on Level Four--if we can go somewhere more...private to speak of it--and what you can do--I've brought Mr. Vicenza with me so that he can do the dealings with you...since it will probably take some time, right?" Lynley's brown eyes didn't leave the other woman's face. And she had gone into "serious DH business" mode. |
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For some reason, the name was familiar to her, but not immediately so that she needed to talk to someone about it. Actually, she rose from the seat she had occupied -- Ursula's seat, if you will, and returned the quill to the pot of ink. "Once a month is telling, though. She'd do well aiming for a baby. Stops that." And with that, the blonde turned on her heel and went to seek her boss from his office. |
*revives this* ??? Strolling out from his office with hands shoved into either of his back jean pockets, Aron stopped in from of the visitors and offered them both a quick nod of the head. "Someone say something about a reoccurring portkey?" Rhetorical, naturally, but someone explain further? |
*Jumps in SO late* Jasmine was called down by Eliora to the Reception area. She wondered what they could need from her. She was in the middle of her lunch break so if there was lettuce in her teeth then she was in trouble. She walked down the hall in her high heels and made it to the desk. She beamed at Eliora but she was accompanied by other guests. "Hello Eliora. Did you need help with something?" I mean she was kind of in the dark here. |
After had some meal and coffee down at the food court, Kang Micky went up to his cubicle again. Time to do some paperwork and maybe flirt with some new girls around his department. Hehehe. He passed the reception areas and saw the bossman, scary coffee lady a.k.a Elliora something and Jasmine Lenkim were talking to the employees from any other department maybe... Hold the Merlin's pants first. The Korean guy couldn't help but smirked widely. Taking the ball from his pocket, he tossed it a few times and threw it RIGHT at JASMINE LENKIM! Gotcha, baby! |
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Kang Micky couldn't help but feel excited. He threw his fist to the air like he just made a victory. And he's just smirked at his fellow A&C employee. Even she's really mad at him that she wanted to hex him. But the Korean guy didn't care. Didn't she realize that this was just a game? But then, he'd better leave the 'crime scene' to his cubicle before that lady really threw a jinx and her. JASMINE LENKIM, YOU OUT! JASMINE LENKIM, YOU OUT! |
Rose/Mammy <3 As the lift stopped moving, Hope put a hand to her stomach to steady herself. Those lifts should come with a warning for the unprepared. Taking a few shaky steps onto the nice solid floor, she looked around for the reception desk. Seeing it, she moved over to it and once again signed her name down as visiting. Taking the given A&C visitor badge from the witch there, she smiled. ”I’m here to see my wife, Margaret Ward? Would you be able to find her for me?” She looked around and motioned to one of the seats. ”I’ll wait out here?” As much as she wanted to march through the department, she didn’t want to cause a scene. …. Or she would at least be attempting to not cause a scene. |
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"Hey Booheart," she grinned, practically skipping over towards the seats her wife was sitting and flopped down to the one next to her, arm automatically wrapping around the woman's shoulders. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" On second thought... "S'everything okay?" |
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Just as automatically, Boo leant into her wife’s embrace, sitting next to her. Home, regardless of where they were. ”Hi Mammy.” Her eyes moved over the English womans face as if to check nothing had changed since she saw her the previous night. She had been up at 4am with Q to go to gymnastics and as usual, Leza and Mammy got up and went to work with as little extra time as possible. She lent in quickly and placed a soft, kiss on her lips before pulling away nodding. ”Well…” Ohhhh. Nerves again. Her hand sought out Mammy’s and she smiled. ”I have something to tell you.” Nods, a few nods more than she probably should have done, but she was nervous. ”And I couldn’t wait to tell you… so here I am.” Small smile, hoping beyond all hope that Mammy was ready for this… Was she ready? Or Leza? Did they know what they were really doing? |
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"Oh my Merlin," she whispered in awe, eyes shining as she gripped the brunette's hands. "Are you finally..." "...going to put a hot tub in our living room?" |
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Hope’s heart jumped at the look in her wife’s face. She couldn’t help it - did she know? Did Margaret Ward know that she was pregnant? Was she acting differently? Was it the fact she was slightly starting to show? Was she? Had she missed that? Looking down at her lap slightly, she looked back up as Mammy continued the sentence. … Hot tub. Her mouth fell open slightly, as she wanted to tell her off and to be serious… but she knew Mammy. Had known her for twenty years and knew that normally jokes at bad times were her way of making light of a situation as she didn’t know which emotion to use or let loose. Slowly, she shook her head. ”no… though that could be interesting. Maybe in the balcony area?” Why not? Hot tubs were fun… and could definitely be a nice way to relax. ”But… that certainly isn’t what I wanted to tell you…” Smiling, slowly runs her thumb over the back of Margaret’s hand. ”Ha. Uh, my heart is racing so hard.” Tells her honestly, an open book for her wife.Except… with this apparently. Um, right. So… after practise I made sure Q got home safely-” an unspoken agreement between the three of them, that she would be safe. Thumpthumpthump. She could feel her heart, emotions were so over powering. Uhoh. ”And then… She paused, looking up to catch the soft brown eyes of her love. ”Then I went to get a scan with Aunt Gabi.” It was seven weeks tomorrow since they had started her latest and last chance at IVF. |
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The jokes aside though, she began to settle down to a more serious mood, considering how nervous her wife seemed to be. This was supposedly nothing bad. Boo had said so herself not a minute before. With the mention of Q, she sat up a little straighter. Did something happen to Q? No wait, nothing bad. Right. And then... AND THEN WHAT...? Mammy blinked, her mind slowly wrapping around what was said so far when there seemed to be a lull in the amount of words being spoken. A scan? Wait.... a SCAN? As in, the scan? Their scan? Today? The one that meant... big things. Her hands gripped her wife's a bit tighter, no doubt beginning sweating a little as her heart began to thud moderately faster. She leaned forward somewhat, waiting anxiously for Boo to continue. |
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”I had the scan… and…” She paused, emotions swelling in her chest and rising as tears in her eyes. There was however a smile across her lips and an incredulous look as she looked at the amazing Obliviator before her. ”Mammy,” whispers, ”I’m seven weeks pregnant…. We are pregnant with as healthy a baby as we can have when they are the size of a blueberry.” Laughs, tears falling down her cheeks out of happiness. |
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Tense as a stone, she unknowingly held her breath. She heard everything. She saw the tears in Boo's eyes, saw the smile, heard the laughs, could feel herself finally letting go of her breath, but the words... They were slower to process than what was said previously. Boo was... is pregnant? In a sudden, she stood up, hands half in the air, not really knowing what to do with them. Boo is pregnant. Her gaze shifted down to the brunette's tummy and back up again. A smile gradually began to appear on her lips, until there was a grin as large as the sun there as instantly as when she stood. "OH..." Hands were thrown above her into the air, clenched into fists. "MY..." She bounced on her heels until she jumped, spinning around to the receptionist for whatever reason. Bertha? Martha? WHATEVER HER NAME WAS, Mammy leaped halfway over the desk to hug the woman. BOO IS PREGNANT!! NO WAIT!! BOO! Spinning around again, she leaped back over to her wife and stood in front of her fidgeting from one foot to the other, not particularly able to stand still... much less sit down. "ARE YOU..." she ran her hands over the side of her jeans. So sweaty holy snaps, but it didn't matter. She could barely breeeeeathe with how hard her heart was pounding in her chest. "Are you positive? For real?? Boo?" |
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Tilting her head back slightly, she watched as her wife was on her feet in an instant, looking as if she was going to cheer on a Quidditch team at the world cup but couldn’t decide which team to support as her own team had been knocked out weeks before. They, had thought their dreams for a child would never happen…. but apparently, Leza and Mammy wouldn’t need to carry… and they wouldn’t need to adopt - though she would have loved their child regardless. OH! There was BOUNCING & JUMPING & a HUGE AMAZING BEAMING SMILE, that melted any worries she had away to dust. This was going to be fine and amazing… it would be, because they were together and together the three of them could beat just about anything. And Q made them that bit stronger still, even if her addition to the family had been sudden and unexpected. Boo giggled a little as Mammy looked around for something - or someone - and bounded around the room. Where was she going? Didn’t she know that their baby was here? Like, right here… and she couldn’t leave. …. Watching how nervous Mammy had just become, Book stood up and linked one of her hands with that of Margaret’s. ”Aunt Gabi says that the baby looks healthy. 6-8 weeks is the worst two weeks for miscarriages though up to 12 weeks is the danger zone, but we have 7 fully completed weeks… and a healthy baby as far as she can tell. With teary eyes, the Welsh woman stood close to her English wife and waited on baited breath for her reaction this time. |
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EXCEPT LET'S NOT DO THAT. She managed to wrap her arms around her wife in her haste before instantly pulling back. "OHmygosh, I'm sorry," she took a step back, eyes widened as she stared at the tummy holding VERY PRECIOUS CARGO. 7 WEEKS OLD PEOPLE. Gentle hugs ONLY. "Are you okay!? Is he okay? HER?" .... it? DID THEY KNOW? |
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HUG! YES! HUGS WERE HAP-- not happening. Hope couldn’t help the pout and sadness that crossed her face as Mammy pulled back from the hug. WHAT?! What happened to her hug? HER HUG MAMMY. …. WHAT. Not only did she not get a hug, Mammy was further away from her than ever and apologising?!?!?! What even. ”No. We are not fine! You didn’t give Mama her hug! She very very much wants her hugs now.” And without waiting, Boo leapt forward to close the TWO step gap between her and her very protective, over-reacting wife, looped her arms around her neck and hugged her for all she could, hoping with everything she had that Mammy would return the hug. ”Bubba is fine, I’m fine. I just want a hug, please.” Says softly, almost whispering it only to her Mammy Ward. |
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"Okay," she murmured, giving a gentle squeeze of a hug. With a deep breath, she sighed contentedly, taking in the moment for as long as possible before her eyes flew open from a thought, though had no intentions of breaking the hug just yet, "Does Leza know yet?" |
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….. If that made sense. Leza. Slowly, Boo’s heart skipped again at the thought of getting to tell her second gorgeous wife the amazing news. ”No… Not yet.” Not moving her head from Mammy’s shoulder, the gymnast continued, ”I don’t know which level she works on.. I was thinking you could go and find her and invite her to lunch… and then I could meet you at a café and we could tell her together?” Y’know, ‘cause she needed Leza to know why she couldn’t stop smiling. |
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Mammy almost beamed at the thought, but once again, her mind became a jumbled mess with what they HAD to do next. Get time off, go to lunch, tell Leza... BOO IS PREGNANT!! "Ugh, sounds perfect," she said, lifting her wife up and twirling around once. "Better yet," setting Boo down, she let go and took a step back towards the door to the work areas, "No, wait, nevermind... yes... okay, you do that, and I'll do.... all the other stuff. Right. Perfect." Unable to contain the beaming smile, she turned to head through the door towards her Boss's office, but then was suddenly jogging back to where Boo was. No way she could have forgotten a goodbye. Giving her wife a light kiss, she smiled, "Actually, wait right here, 'kay?" Just like, chill on the couch. Be comfy. DON'T MOVE. To the boss's office! |
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Mammy was going to try to pad her in bubble wrap for the next seven months. Borinnngggg. Smiling sweetly, she watched as she set off on a mission, only turning around to jog back and kiss her. Grinning widely herself, Hope sat back down again, placing one leg over the other as she waited for her wife to come back so that they could go and get Leza and fill her in on the good news too. This was a GREAT day. Her foot bopped slightly as she twirled a piece of her hair around her pointer finger. |
It wasn't really that big of a deal. Or at least that was what she had been telling her husband. The purple spot on the wall had at first been quite small. And then, it was not that small. Gradually it was quite large. Spell after spell had been tried by herself, her husband Jase, and her brother-in-law Glenn. No such luck in removing the definitely concerning spot now. Okay. It was a big Pem couldn't recall ever stopping in on the third level and awkwardly walked towards the reception desk as she peered around the landing area of the lift. She had been at the Ministry long enough that she shouldn't be nervous about asking for help with something, especially something that could very well be just a simple reversal spell afterall. At the desk Pem smiled at the receptionist. Pemberly Perkins, in need of just a little troubleshooting on a suspicious spot on my kitchen wall. |
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