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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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