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Morgan P. Nickles EraAll historical records pertaining to Ministry of Magic RPG under Minister for Magic, Morgan P. Nickles [IC January 2094 - December 2096; OOC October 2017 - October 2018]
She still had a few weeks left of her maternity leave, but after Mariel got the memo from the Junior Undersecretary, she thought she could spend a few hours in her office that Friday. The Department Head knew that Victoria was keeping a good eye on things in her absence but she knew it wouldn't hurt to come in for a little bit to see if anything else needed her attention. After convincing Jorge to agree that she could go in the office for a small amount of time, she used her personal floo to arrive.
Stepping further in, she took a look around. Just as she left it, not that she expected anything different. Mariel thought for a moment about visiting the other offices in the department, but she would wait to see how long this meeting with Mr. McMillan would take first. It did strike her curiosity, but she would soon find out in due time. Taking a seat at her desk, she pulled over a few pieces of paper that were left on her desk and began reading while waiting for the man she was waiting on to arrive.
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ended like a moth in flames______________________ ______________________don't you worry I'll be fine _________________________________________________you were good for the plot line
Puff by day, snake by night | Mj's bestie | Always UP to Something...
Victoria was usually a very happy person, some days maybe not full bubbly, but she usually had a smile on her face at work. She loved her work, but today she was just tired. The exhaustion was showing more then usual, but she was still there and still working just as hard.
Carrying a stake of papers towards her boss's office she stopped and knocked on her door. As she waited she flipped through the files to make sure she had everything that needed to be signed. Yes it all seemed to be there. The last minute changes, the fines, the invite for the meeting, tryout things, and a few new flyers for the campaign.
Victoria was usually a very happy person, some days maybe not full bubbly, but she usually had a smile on her face at work. She loved her work, but today she was just tired. The exhaustion was showing more then usual, but she was still there and still working just as hard.
Carrying a stake of papers towards her boss's office she stopped and knocked on her door. As she waited she flipped through the files to make sure she had everything that needed to be signed. Yes it all seemed to be there. The last minute changes, the fines, the invite for the meeting, tryout things, and a few new flyers for the campaign.
Yes all was there.
Finally getting through one stack of paperwork, Mariel decided to take a five minute breather and finish her cup of coffee. Not exactly a break as it wasn't quite time for that, but she did find it made her time more efficient if she set small goals for herself to get a certain amount done then take a couple minutes for herself. And that was what she was currently doing.
Sipping the last of her lukewarm coffee, the brunette took a visual assessment of the pictures she had arranged on her desk and couldn't help but to smile. Her favorites, of course, were of Jorge and Regina.. and she thought for a moment that maybe they needed a new family picture. Their baby girl was getting so big so fast.
It was while she was lost in these thoughts that she looked up hearing a knock at her door. "It's open.. come in!"
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started like a knight in a fairytale_______________________________________________
ended like a moth in flames______________________ ______________________don't you worry I'll be fine _________________________________________________you were good for the plot line
Puff by day, snake by night | Mj's bestie | Always UP to Something...
SPOILER!!: Mariel
Quote:
Originally Posted by emjay
Finally getting through one stack of paperwork, Mariel decided to take a five minute breather and finish her cup of coffee. Not exactly a break as it wasn't quite time for that, but she did find it made her time more efficient if she set small goals for herself to get a certain amount done then take a couple minutes for herself. And that was what she was currently doing.
Sipping the last of her lukewarm coffee, the brunette took a visual assessment of the pictures she had arranged on her desk and couldn't help but to smile. Her favorites, of course, were of Jorge and Regina.. and she thought for a moment that maybe they needed a new family picture. Their baby girl was getting so big so fast.
It was while she was lost in these thoughts that she looked up hearing a knock at her door. "It's open.. come in!"
Hearing her boss say to enter, Victoria opened the door not so gracefully as papers scattered the floor. "Oh gosh darn it." She mumbled and squatted down picking everything up. She maybe should have forced two cups of coffee before trying to meet with anyone, which was showing obviously.
Finally gathering everything up she made her way into the office. []b "Hello, sorry about that, just slipped out of my hands."[/b] Finding a seat Victoria quickly took it so that nothing else fell out of her hands. "How's your day going so far?" She shuffled papers as she listened to get them all back in order.
"I brought a list of items for the manager meeting for you to look over. I also have some trades that need signed off on." Busy off season was coming to a close and they still had so much going on. She hated the last minute deals and switches the teams always did.
Hearing her boss say to enter, Victoria opened the door not so gracefully as papers scattered the floor. "Oh gosh darn it." She mumbled and squatted down picking everything up. She maybe should have forced two cups of coffee before trying to meet with anyone, which was showing obviously.
Finally gathering everything up she made her way into the office. []b "Hello, sorry about that, just slipped out of my hands."[/b] Finding a seat Victoria quickly took it so that nothing else fell out of her hands. "How's your day going so far?" She shuffled papers as she listened to get them all back in order.
"I brought a list of items for the manager meeting for you to look over. I also have some trades that need signed off on." Busy off season was coming to a close and they still had so much going on. She hated the last minute deals and switches the teams always did.
Taking another sip of her coffee, Mariel looked up and smiled seeing Victoria enter, her smile soon faltering as she saw the papers scatter all over the floor. "Do you need some help?" She started to get up but once she saw that her friend had things under control, or would by the time she got over to the door, she took a seat back down. "Oh, it's alright... got everything back in order?" It appeared so, but Mariel hated flustered mornings like that, she knew how it could set the entire tone for the day. "Going fine so far.. nothing really out of the ordinary." Just a typical day on Level Seven as far as she could tell.
Oh yes, of course there would be paperwork for her to sign, Mariel was expecting that. "Okay, great," she nodded, her hand extended to take the papers she needed to look over. "How are the plans for the meeting coming along? No one has given you any trouble, have they?" She knew a few of them would balk at the prospect of having more serious consequences for some of the issues that were growing out of hand, though most of them were at least complaint. "Oh.. I had just gotten word that Alexis Chosen is retiring," she added, reaching for the memo she had received. She was taking another position with the team, but she couldn't remember exactly what. It was in the memo though.
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started like a knight in a fairytale_______________________________________________
ended like a moth in flames______________________ ______________________don't you worry I'll be fine _________________________________________________you were good for the plot line
Puff by day, snake by night | Mj's bestie | Always UP to Something...
SPOILER!!: Mariel
Quote:
Originally Posted by emjay
Taking another sip of her coffee, Mariel looked up and smiled seeing Victoria enter, her smile soon faltering as she saw the papers scatter all over the floor. "Do you need some help?" She started to get up but once she saw that her friend had things under control, or would by the time she got over to the door, she took a seat back down. "Oh, it's alright... got everything back in order?" It appeared so, but Mariel hated flustered mornings like that, she knew how it could set the entire tone for the day. "Going fine so far.. nothing really out of the ordinary." Just a typical day on Level Seven as far as she could tell.
Oh yes, of course there would be paperwork for her to sign, Mariel was expecting that. "Okay, great," she nodded, her hand extended to take the papers she needed to look over. "How are the plans for the meeting coming along? No one has given you any trouble, have they?" She knew a few of them would balk at the prospect of having more serious consequences for some of the issues that were growing out of hand, though most of them were at least complaint. "Oh.. I had just gotten word that Alexis Chosen is retiring," she added, reaching for the memo she had received. She was taking another position with the team, but she couldn't remember exactly what. It was in the memo though.
"No.. no I'm fine, I can handle it." Thankfully she did, as she got a bit more comfy in her seat. Finalizing the last few documents that were out of order she took a breath. "Yes I think they are, but we'll find out as we go over all of it." Not that there was a lot to go over, but she hated when she was disorganized. Organization was her foundation to keep up with all she had to do. Well she as glad at least one of them was having a calm day, though her's wasn't all eventful just more tiring then usual.
Plans seemed to be fine, we'll meet in two weeks as planned. I have a few managers unable so I think the coach or owner might step in."[/b] She was very grateful that these owners took so much pride in their teams that they would step down to do manager work. "I haven't heard anything from Rebecca yet, but I'm sure I will soon." It wasn't like her to be quiet.
Pulling out a parchment she set on her desk. This is the agenda Benji and I have been working on for the meeting, once it's approved I'll send it out so they know a head of time exactly what will be discussed."[/b] Setting that aside she pulled out three trade forms. "Here at the trades. Doesn't seem like too much traffic in trading this off season. Doesn't seem like our tryouts have too many either, so it might be a quiet off season." She didn't mind the quiet off season though. "Alexia Chosen, hmm alright." She pulled out her notepad and made note of that. She'd have to do the retirement forms when she was back at her desk.
"No.. no I'm fine, I can handle it." Thankfully she did, as she got a bit more comfy in her seat. Finalizing the last few documents that were out of order she took a breath. "Yes I think they are, but we'll find out as we go over all of it." Not that there was a lot to go over, but she hated when she was disorganized. Organization was her foundation to keep up with all she had to do. Well she as glad at least one of them was having a calm day, though her's wasn't all eventful just more tiring then usual.
Plans seemed to be fine, we'll meet in two weeks as planned. I have a few managers unable so I think the coach or owner might step in."[/b] She was very grateful that these owners took so much pride in their teams that they would step down to do manager work. "I haven't heard anything from Rebecca yet, but I'm sure I will soon." It wasn't like her to be quiet.
Pulling out a parchment she set on her desk. This is the agenda Benji and I have been working on for the meeting, once it's approved I'll send it out so they know a head of time exactly what will be discussed."[/b] Setting that aside she pulled out three trade forms. "Here at the trades. Doesn't seem like too much traffic in trading this off season. Doesn't seem like our tryouts have too many either, so it might be a quiet off season." She didn't mind the quiet off season though. "Alexia Chosen, hmm alright." She pulled out her notepad and made note of that. She'd have to do the retirement forms when she was back at her desk.
Mariel nodded, her eyes falling on the papers Victoria had brought in. She doubted that they were too much out of order, even with her dropping them, but even if they were, she was sure they could quickly go through them. And good, the meeting seemed set up and ready to go. "That's fine, as long as they are all represented." Or at least the ones that had the worst offenders, but she was a little disappointed that certain managers wouldn't make the time needed to discuss important matters regarding their team. "Oh, I'm sure she'll be present," she added, fighting the urge to roll her eyes about Rebecca Maroon. "Wouldn't be like her to not loudly oppose our allegations." Or maybe she would boycott in protest. She could see either one, to be honest.
Her eyes found the parchment on her desk as Victoria pulled it out and she reached for it, pulling it closer. She nodded, green eyes skimming the contents, as her Division Manager spoke. She glanced quickly at the trade forms as she continued reading the agenda, looking up for a moment. "It does seem like a slower year.." She couldn't help but to wonder how much not having Quidditch at Hogwarts for two years now had hurt interest though that likely had little to do with the trades. "I suppose a few are better than none though." She continued reading the rest before scribbling her name at the bottom and sliding it back towards her. "Everything seems to be in order." Oh, yes.. Alexis Chosen. She picked up the memo a moment to read it before pushing it across her desk towards Victoria. "A scout for the team. Perhaps tryouts will be her first job for the team in that capacity." Or she'd find out soon enough how difficult it was to find new talent without the game being played at a certain school.
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started like a knight in a fairytale_______________________________________________
ended like a moth in flames______________________ ______________________don't you worry I'll be fine _________________________________________________you were good for the plot line
Puff by day, snake by night | Mj's bestie | Always UP to Something...
She crossed her legs and listened nodding, "Yes I'll make sure to put in the memo to have at least someone represented at the meeting." Her hands flipping to a blank parchment to make sure to add some notes not to forget. She was needing to make sure to write everything down anymore or she wasn't remembering. She chuckled with Mariel's response to Rebecca not owling yet, "Of course she will, any chance to annoy me she is always present." The woman annoyed her more then anything else. "Right?" She always had a say in everything it seemed.
"I just hope the school brings back the sport. We really need to come up with a permanent game plan if it doesn't. I can't stand the thought of all the talent slipping away." How many children, especially muggleborns, weren't getting a chance to fly because that school didn't have it anymore. It was just a shame. "I'm surprised teams are still even having Scouts right now." She supposed they had other places to scout out the talent, but with their main place gone it was hardly a position to hold. "Haven't heard of any retiring fully from Quidditch this year, have you?" She thought they might have one or two, but maybe people weren't ready.
She pulled out the flyers for the campaign, "I just got a few more of these, I was hoping you wouldn't mind if I placed them in a few places around the department. I've been putting some up around the ministry." She had been having visits as well with the other department heads, but she had saved Mariel for last since she knew most of her thoughts and views already.
She crossed her legs and listened nodding, "Yes I'll make sure to put in the memo to have at least someone represented at the meeting." Her hands flipping to a blank parchment to make sure to add some notes not to forget. She was needing to make sure to write everything down anymore or she wasn't remembering. She chuckled with Mariel's response to Rebecca not owling yet, "Of course she will, any chance to annoy me she is always present." The woman annoyed her more then anything else. "Right?" She always had a say in everything it seemed.
"I just hope the school brings back the sport. We really need to come up with a permanent game plan if it doesn't. I can't stand the thought of all the talent slipping away." How many children, especially muggleborns, weren't getting a chance to fly because that school didn't have it anymore. It was just a shame. "I'm surprised teams are still even having Scouts right now." She supposed they had other places to scout out the talent, but with their main place gone it was hardly a position to hold. "Haven't heard of any retiring fully from Quidditch this year, have you?" She thought they might have one or two, but maybe people weren't ready.
She pulled out the flyers for the campaign, "I just got a few more of these, I was hoping you wouldn't mind if I placed them in a few places around the department. I've been putting some up around the ministry." She had been having visits as well with the other department heads, but she had saved Mariel for last since she knew most of her thoughts and views already.
"Yes, I think that's important," Mariel nodded as Victoria made some notes about team representation. "Don't want anybody saying they didn't know or giving us any issues later." And she could certainly see that from a few of them, especially those with the worst offenders. She shook her head thinking about Rebecca Maroon. That woman really was a piece of work. "She will have to get over it and deal with it just like everyone else will." What choice did she have? She could always go back to Australia..
The brunette let out a low exhale of air. "Yes, really.. I am assuming they aren't having Quidditch this year either." She hadn't heard anything to the contrary and was sure she would have at this point. "Three years, that's getting ridiculous." And there seemed to be nothing more about that threat they had gotten for her to think it was at all viable at this point. She hardly thought that the sinkhole was related but it certainly should have been taken care of over the summer. It was frustrating. "I hope it doesn't come to that but I think you may be right, even if it's just a Plan B for us to fall back on just in case." While she was sure most of the teams appreciated their tryout sessions, it wasn't anything close to having players scouted.
"No, Alexis is the only one that I have heard anything about retiring at all." It really did seem to be a quiet off-season, but she supposed that happened once in a while. "There are a few older players though, I wouldn't be surprised if a few ended up retiring after the next season." There was one or two in particular that she was thinking about which made her think of it. Her old captain and his wife. They had been playing for so long now.. and they weren't that much older than her. But they were getting to be past the prime age for Quiddith and she didn't like that feeling.
Snapping herself out of those thoughts, green eyes fell on the posters Victoria pulled out. "Oh, absolutely.. put them wherever you'd like." She wanted everyone to know that Level Seven stood behind her. Taking a quick glance at the posters, she smiled. "Those turned out nice."
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started like a knight in a fairytale_______________________________________________
ended like a moth in flames______________________ ______________________don't you worry I'll be fine _________________________________________________you were good for the plot line
Puff by day, snake by night | Mj's bestie | Always UP to Something...
She knew how important it was especially for some to have people there. "Yes, there will be no one saying that. The ones that don't show I'll send my team to their facility to have a meeting individually. This will get talked about." She was determined to have everything finalized before the season started. "I can't say that I could ever see her dealing with anything." She was a piece of work.
"No they aren't, it's really starting to get frustrating." Did they realize the stress they were putting on the department to get new talent? It seemed not or if they did they just didn't care. Her own son was losing out on opportunities because of it. "I think our camps will help keep up want for it, but I do think maybe a league of our own might have to happen." She knew the u17 league was around, but something more for more people to get the experiences.
Taking thought about the retires Victoria was trying to line the next few off seasons in her head, "Well some do try to play past their prime, I give them all the credit in the world for doing it." She could never play at her age, she couldn't at a younger age she was sure of it. Best that she stayed behind the scenes. "Well I look for some last minute trades to push through which is always a headache with the paperwork." Thankfully not many did things during the season.'
"Thank you." It was always great to have such support from her boss. She smiled down at the flyers, "They really did, I love the colors in them."
What was a guy supposed to wear to work as a Public Relations Associate exactly? A Gobstone's Public Relations Associate at that..
Somehow Samson--slow to magic, it still still didn't fail to astonish--had got it into his head that this was going to be a very messy business indeed, what with all the marbles gobbing up spew all over the place. It was weird... yet amazed him at same time. No cogs or wheels or batteries or computer chips inside those little marbles of marvel, not even were they filled with water, they just spat at you with the power of magic alone!
He decided on smart casual in the end. Smart enough to pass as acceptable work attire, yet something he could shove in the washing machine when he got home should need arise. A mixture of nerves and excitement gurgled in the lanky blonde lad's stomach (or was it this morning's bacon?) as he made his way to the Games and Sports Department. A job within the wizarding world's very own Ministry was a dream come true for the under-qualified Samson T Blake.
Unsure of where he was supposed to go, he knocked on the door of one Mariel De La Garza.
That name definitely got the Samson Stamp of Approval.
What was a guy supposed to wear to work as a Public Relations Associate exactly? A Gobstone's Public Relations Associate at that..
Somehow Samson--slow to magic, it still still didn't fail to astonish--had got it into his head that this was going to be a very messy business indeed, what with all the marbles gobbing up spew all over the place. It was weird... yet amazed him at same time. No cogs or wheels or batteries or computer chips inside those little marbles of marvel, not even were they filled with water, they just spat at you with the power of magic alone!
He decided on smart casual in the end. Smart enough to pass as acceptable work attire, yet something he could shove in the washing machine when he got home should need arise. A mixture of nerves and excitement gurgled in the lanky blonde lad's stomach (or was it this morning's bacon?) as he made his way to the Games and Sports Department. A job within the wizarding world's very own Ministry was a dream come true for the under-qualified Samson T Blake.
Unsure of where he was supposed to go, he knocked on the door of one Mariel De La Garza.
That name definitely got the Samson Stamp of Approval.
Finally back to work. As much as Mariel thoroughly enjoyed her time off with her family in Brazil, she did get a sense of satisfaction from being in charge of the Games and Sports department and accomplishing the work they had to do. And they had quite a bit to do this year.
She had her schedule quite full today; in fact she'd likely have to work through her lunch. A quick glance at her schedule reminded her of the time for her meeting with Mr. Isaacs and she pulled her personnel files towards her. The Department Head had enough time to orient her newest employees before her meeting and she jotted down a few notes before looking up as she heard a knock at the door.
"Come in, it's open," she called out. Did she have an appointment that slipped her mind?
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started like a knight in a fairytale_______________________________________________
ended like a moth in flames______________________ ______________________don't you worry I'll be fine _________________________________________________you were good for the plot line
Finally back to work. As much as Mariel thoroughly enjoyed her time off with her family in Brazil, she did get a sense of satisfaction from being in charge of the Games and Sports department and accomplishing the work they had to do. And they had quite a bit to do this year.
She had her schedule quite full today; in fact she'd likely have to work through her lunch. A quick glance at her schedule reminded her of the time for her meeting with Mr. Isaacs and she pulled her personnel files towards her. The Department Head had enough time to orient her newest employees before her meeting and she jotted down a few notes before looking up as she heard a knock at the door.
"Come in, it's open," she called out. Did she have an appointment that slipped her mind?
Manners manners. Yes, Samson had them, and thought it best to knock before wandering into his new big ol' boss's opened door office.
He walked in, flashing her that large smile come grin of his.
“Hi.. I hope I'm not botherin' you. I'm Samson Blake.” Introduced the fresh-faced-one-year-out-of-Hogwarts-young-man, extending his hand to her. “I'm s'pposed to be startin' work here today and I thought I'd come introduce mesel'.” Rather than admit he wasn't sure where he was meant to be going.. Yet.
Manners manners. Yes, Samson had them, and thought it best to knock before wandering into his new big ol' boss's opened door office.
He walked in, flashing her that large smile come grin of his.
“Hi.. I hope I'm not botherin' you. I'm Samson Blake.” Introduced the fresh-faced-one-year-out-of-Hogwarts-young-man, extending his hand to her. “I'm s'pposed to be startin' work here today and I thought I'd come introduce mesel'.” Rather than admit he wasn't sure where he was meant to be going.. Yet.
PR material, no?
Mariel glanced up from her paperwork as the door opened. The man was familiar and yet not at the same time, but she realized the reason for that as he walked in. One of her newest employees, she had seen the photograph attached to his personnel file, though hadn't formally met the significantly younger man. They really did get them so young anymore, didn't they?
The 33 year old returned his smile and stood from her seat to shake Samson's extended hand. "Not at all, Mr. Blake. Please have a seat." She gestured to the chairs in front of her desk before she returned to a seated position herself. "A pleasure to meet you, Samson. I'm Mariel De La Garza, the Head of the Games and Sports Department." She assumed him to already know that, but it was still important to return the introduction. And she liked the initiative he showed by coming directly to her as soon as he came in.
Mariel reached for his file which still happened to be on her desk. "So, you are our new Public Relations Associate for Gobstones." She glanced over his record before looking up again. "Ms. Saxon Kildare is the head of the Gobstones Division. Have you had the chance to meet her yet?" She wasn't sure if he had been in the Gobstones offices yet or if he came directly to her office. He'd meet her soon enough, if not. "And I see you have some experience with photography? I may have you assist with some work for the media." Though she'd leave most of that up to Saxon, but it was possible that would be a nice fit.
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started like a knight in a fairytale_______________________________________________
ended like a moth in flames______________________ ______________________don't you worry I'll be fine _________________________________________________you were good for the plot line
Mariel glanced up from her paperwork as the door opened. The man was familiar and yet not at the same time, but she realized the reason for that as he walked in. One of her newest employees, she had seen the photograph attached to his personnel file, though hadn't formally met the significantly younger man. They really did get them so young anymore, didn't they?
The 33 year old returned his smile and stood from her seat to shake Samson's extended hand. "Not at all, Mr. Blake. Please have a seat." She gestured to the chairs in front of her desk before she returned to a seated position herself. "A pleasure to meet you, Samson. I'm Mariel De La Garza, the Head of the Games and Sports Department." She assumed him to already know that, but it was still important to return the introduction. And she liked the initiative he showed by coming directly to her as soon as he came in.
Mariel reached for his file which still happened to be on her desk. "So, you are our new Public Relations Associate for Gobstones." She glanced over his record before looking up again. "Ms. Saxon Kildare is the head of the Gobstones Division. Have you had the chance to meet her yet?" She wasn't sure if he had been in the Gobstones offices yet or if he came directly to her office. He'd meet her soon enough, if not. "And I see you have some experience with photography? I may have you assist with some work for the media." Though she'd leave most of that up to Saxon, but it was possible that would be a nice fit.
Samson grinned his signature grin and shook the lady's hand; a firm handshake his granddad had told him. 'A'ways use a firm handshake, son, otherwise they'll walk all over yer.' That was old people logic for you, but Sammy respected his gran-pop, so he did as advised..
“Thanks.” He replied, getting comfy. He knew who this lady was. It said so on her door, but he refrained from saying so lest it come out sarcastic. “It's nice to meet you too, Ms De La Garza.”
Samson eyed his file from where he was sitting, which was rather worryingly on her desk to hand, as Mariel opened it and scanned his details. His application had been truly abysmal: mick taking with a not-so-subtle-twist of begging. 'Screw it.' He'd said to himself. There was NO WAY he'd have a chance of getting a job in the wizarding world with zero qualifications to his name... yet here he was. And absurdly proud of himself for landing this job.
Saxon Kildare. Another interesting name. He nodded once taking this in. “I haven't been anywhere yet. Thought I come introduce mesel' to the big boss b'fore anythin' else.” He smiled widely and nodded at the mention of his love of photography and what it could lead to. “Wow. Really? I'd be totally up for that!” Yes yes. Please please.
..And it finally started to fall into place why he'd been given a job in a division he knew nothing about, let alone what Spewball Gobstones even was.
Samson grinned his signature grin and shook the lady's hand; a firm handshake his granddad had told him. 'A'ways use a firm handshake, son, otherwise they'll walk all over yer.' That was old people logic for you, but Sammy respected his gran-pop, so he did as advised..
“Thanks.” He replied, getting comfy. He knew who this lady was. It said so on her door, but he refrained from saying so lest it come out sarcastic. “It's nice to meet you too, Ms De La Garza.”
Samson eyed his file from where he was sitting, which was rather worryingly on her desk to hand, as Mariel opened it and scanned his details. His application had been truly abysmal: mick taking with a not-so-subtle-twist of begging. 'Screw it.' He'd said to himself. There was NO WAY he'd have a chance of getting a job in the wizarding world with zero qualifications to his name... yet here he was. And absurdly proud of himself for landing this job.
Saxon Kildare. Another interesting name. He nodded once taking this in. “I haven't been anywhere yet. Thought I come introduce mesel' to the big boss b'fore anythin' else.” He smiled widely and nodded at the mention of his love of photography and what it could lead to. “Wow. Really? I'd be totally up for that!” Yes yes. Please please.
..And it finally started to fall into place why he'd been given a job in a division he knew nothing about, let alone what Spewball Gobstones even was.
Mariel gave Samson a slight nod as he took one of the seats in front of her desk, then her eyes momentarily drifted towards his file on her desk again before looking back up at her newest employee. It was no secret to her that he didn't have any experience in Gobstones, though he didn't in Quidditch either, and she needed more help in the division of the former. In fact, she wasn't sure why Human Resources sent this particular file to her department, but his experience with photography seemed promising. And she was sure he'd do a good job. She would see to that.
So he hadn't met Saxon yet. There was certainly plenty of time for that and, while it probably was obvious to report directly to one's department head on the first day, it pleased her somewhat that he did so right away instead of wandering around taking everything in. "Good," she said with a small yet slightly smug smile. "Reporting directly to your employer on the first day is the best course of action." And he seemed rather excited about using his photography skills for the department as well, which could work out in their favor. "Perfect. We may have you work with the media some as well, or at least work up to that." He was young and she didn't want to overwhelm him just yet, but at the same time, she always thought it best to set one's goals high to achieve anything worthwhile. "My husband owns a sports magazine and, while we do have a photographer on staff there, we may need additional coverage from time to time. That would be in addition to your assistance within the department, of course."
She closed his file and set it aside. "As you may be aware, Gobstones does not quite have the popularity here that it does in other parts of the world. It's been our goal to help shed a more prevalent light on it in recent times." Of course, there was a time that she could care less about Gobstones, but since becoming the head of the department, she felt it her responsibility to promote all areas of the department, even if Quidditch was still her first love. Well. She would leave it at that for now, unless he had more to say o the matter. No need to completely overwhelm the kid on his first day.
Mariel rose from her seat. "Unless you have any questions, I can show you around the department. We're going to have a department meeting in about an hour, but it might be good to know your way around first."
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Bewitching Bowtruckle | a roamin’ numeral | Newt's salamander eyes ❤ | Ko Ko Bop
Autumn was in the gift shop, not looking for anything in particular, when she saw a beautiful bracelet. The fact that it was sporting the ugly Ministry logo kind of spoiled it, but she bought it nevertheless. It reminded her of somebody - Mariel! Chic accessory for a chic person. The bracelet safe in the pocket of her robes, she made her way to her Department Head's office.
She had been thinking of visiting her boss sometime, but never had the chance to. Aside from settling into her new job, she also had personal issues to attend to. The nineteen-year-old ran a hand through her hair before knocking on the door.
Autumn was in the gift shop, not looking for anything in particular, when she saw a beautiful bracelet. The fact that it was sporting the ugly Ministry logo kind of spoiled it, but she bought it nevertheless. It reminded her of somebody - Mariel! Chic accessory for a chic person. The bracelet safe in the pocket of her robes, she made her way to her Department Head's office.
She had been thinking of visiting her boss sometime, but never had the chance to. Aside from settling into her new job, she also had personal issues to attend to. The nineteen-year-old ran a hand through her hair before knocking on the door.
Mariel had been rather busy in her office lately and she couldn't be happier about it. As much as she loved being home and spending time with her family, she did really love throwing herself into her work. And it was for a great event. This tournament was going to be fantastic, she would see to it, and not only that, she saw it as the next step to hosting the next World Cup. And that had been a personal dream of hers for years.
As she was reviewing the latest piece of paperwork to cross her desk before she was to sign it, the department head heard a knock on the door. She looked up and paused a moment, searching her mind quickly to remember if she had scheduled a meeting for right then. Being busy sometimes left her a bit frazzled. But she stayed fairly organized and quickly realized that there was no appointment. "Come in!" she called to the closed door in front of her. She'd find out soon who needed her attention.
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ended like a moth in flames______________________ ______________________don't you worry I'll be fine _________________________________________________you were good for the plot line
Bewitching Bowtruckle | a roamin’ numeral | Newt's salamander eyes ❤ | Ko Ko Bop
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Originally Posted by emjay
Mariel had been rather busy in her office lately and she couldn't be happier about it. As much as she loved being home and spending time with her family, she did really love throwing herself into her work. And it was for a great event. This tournament was going to be fantastic, she would see to it, and not only that, she saw it as the next step to hosting the next World Cup. And that had been a personal dream of hers for years.
As she was reviewing the latest piece of paperwork to cross her desk before she was to sign it, the department head heard a knock on the door. She looked up and paused a moment, searching her mind quickly to remember if she had scheduled a meeting for right then. Being busy sometimes left her a bit frazzled. But she stayed fairly organized and quickly realized that there was no appointment. "Come in!" she called to the closed door in front of her. She'd find out soon who needed her attention.
Autumn could not help but feel that she had chosen a wrong time to visit her Department Head. The more she thought about it, the more certain she became. Mariel should be busy right now, with the International Youth Games coming up. When she heard a voice allowing her to come in, she put on a smile and entered.
The first thing she noticed was that the decor was beautiful. Classy but not girly. If she had an office in the future, this was how she would decorate it. Turning her eyes to the woman, she greeted, "Good morning, Mariel. I hope I am not interrupting you," Pulling out the bracelet from her pocket, she handed it over. "I wanted to give you this. It is from the gift shop ... I hope you like it!" And she hoped the woman did not feel bad, it was relatively cheap.
Autumn could not help but feel that she had chosen a wrong time to visit her Department Head. The more she thought about it, the more certain she became. Mariel should be busy right now, with the International Youth Games coming up. When she heard a voice allowing her to come in, she put on a smile and entered.
The first thing she noticed was that the decor was beautiful. Classy but not girly. If she had an office in the future, this was how she would decorate it. Turning her eyes to the woman, she greeted, "Good morning, Mariel. I hope I am not interrupting you," Pulling out the bracelet from her pocket, she handed it over. "I wanted to give you this. It is from the gift shop ... I hope you like it!" And she hoped the woman did not feel bad, it was relatively cheap.
Mariel pulled the requisition document in front of her, looking it over and signing it before looking up at the door as it opened. Oh, one of her newer employees. Mariel smiled at Autumn as she let herself in. She had been meaning to check in on her Gobstones employees lately anyway. With her division head gone, she did need to spend a little more time there, but getting things ready for the upcoming event did have her a little busier than usual. Maybe it was good that the young woman stopped by anyway and she looked at her expectantly to see what she needed.
"Good morning, Autumn," she returned the greeting. "Not at all. I was just taking care of some paperwork." But that was most days, so nothing really out of the ordinary there. At least as of late. "What can I do for you? Please.. have a seat." She gestured to the chairs in front of her desk that were meant for guests to her office to sit in.
But she didn't at all expect what came next from the young woman. "You brought me a bracelet?" She raised an eyebrow as she took the trinket from her employee. "How very kind, though completely unnecessary." It was a sweet gesture though, however unexpected.
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ended like a moth in flames______________________ ______________________don't you worry I'll be fine _________________________________________________you were good for the plot line
Bewitching Bowtruckle | a roamin’ numeral | Newt's salamander eyes ❤ | Ko Ko Bop
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Originally Posted by emjay
Mariel pulled the requisition document in front of her, looking it over and signing it before looking up at the door as it opened. Oh, one of her newer employees. Mariel smiled at Autumn as she let herself in. She had been meaning to check in on her Gobstones employees lately anyway. With her division head gone, she did need to spend a little more time there, but getting things ready for the upcoming event did have her a little busier than usual. Maybe it was good that the young woman stopped by anyway and she looked at her expectantly to see what she needed.
"Good morning, Autumn," she returned the greeting. "Not at all. I was just taking care of some paperwork." But that was most days, so nothing really out of the ordinary there. At least as of late. "What can I do for you? Please.. have a seat." She gestured to the chairs in front of her desk that were meant for guests to her office to sit in.
But she didn't at all expect what came next from the young woman. "You brought me a bracelet?" She raised an eyebrow as she took the trinket from her employee. "How very kind, though completely unnecessary." It was a sweet gesture though, however unexpected.
Autumn smiled back at Mariel. She was glad to see that she was not too busy, just dealing with some paperwork ... fun. Glancing at the documents, she nodded. "Are they for the International Youth Quidditch Games?" She asked, hoping to get more inside information about the event.
At the gesture, she took a seat in front of desk and smoothed her robes. "I thought it would look good on you." She could try it on if she wanted to! "And I had been wanting to visit you anyway, talk about Wizarding games and sports, stuff like that." Autumn finished lamely.
Puff by day, snake by night | Mj's bestie | Always UP to Something...
He was on business, okay maybe it wasn't business, but Jorge did come to the offices many times a week since he had quit the Daily Prophet and was focused fully on his own magazine. The Magazine was doubling in size and the success was showing on his face as he walked through the quidditch offices stopping to talk to the familiar faces. Yes WSPM was huge now and everyone in the department here knew he was the editor and chief of it.
They also knew he was the bosses husband so the stopping not only for magazine things, but for pure niceness was something to be proud of. His wife had been department head for sometime and he was very proud of her. Today though he was carrying two dozen red roses as he walked through. Stopping and placing one on Victoria's desk (wife's best friend deserved one too) he moved over to his wife's door.
He was on business, okay maybe it wasn't business, but Jorge did come to the offices many times a week since he had quit the Daily Prophet and was focused fully on his own magazine. The Magazine was doubling in size and the success was showing on his face as he walked through the quidditch offices stopping to talk to the familiar faces. Yes WSPM was huge now and everyone in the department here knew he was the editor and chief of it.
They also knew he was the bosses husband so the stopping not only for magazine things, but for pure niceness was something to be proud of. His wife had been department head for sometime and he was very proud of her. Today though he was carrying two dozen red roses as he walked through. Stopping and placing one on Victoria's desk (wife's best friend deserved one too) he moved over to his wife's door.
Knock.. knock
Mariel was currently in a fantastic mood. She had received several owls just that morning from International Quidditch committee members commending her and her team on a job well done for the youth tournament. She knew it went well but it was always nice to hear that from others. And she would have to share that with Victoria and the rest of the Quidditch division. She also knew that they were one step closer to hosting the next World Cup thanks to how well this tournament was pulled off.
Since it was at the forefront of her mind, the department head didn't think it would be a bad idea to get the paperwork started on that. She knew that there was still quite a bit of time before that event, but it was a lengthy process and the sooner, the better. Especially with the success of this last event so fresh in everyone's minds. It would only look better for her and her team in the eyes of the committee. She had just pulled a piece of parchment in front of her to draft an owl when she heard a knock at her door. Who could that be? More accolades coming her way? She certainly wouldn't be opposed to that.
"Come in!" she called out.
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ended like a moth in flames______________________ ______________________don't you worry I'll be fine _________________________________________________you were good for the plot line
Puff by day, snake by night | Mj's bestie | Always UP to Something...
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Originally Posted by emjay
Mariel was currently in a fantastic mood. She had received several owls just that morning from International Quidditch committee members commending her and her team on a job well done for the youth tournament. She knew it went well but it was always nice to hear that from others. And she would have to share that with Victoria and the rest of the Quidditch division. She also knew that they were one step closer to hosting the next World Cup thanks to how well this tournament was pulled off.
Since it was at the forefront of her mind, the department head didn't think it would be a bad idea to get the paperwork started on that. She knew that there was still quite a bit of time before that event, but it was a lengthy process and the sooner, the better. Especially with the success of this last event so fresh in everyone's minds. It would only look better for her and her team in the eyes of the committee. She had just pulled a piece of parchment in front of her to draft an owl when she heard a knock at her door. Who could that be? More accolades coming her way? She certainly wouldn't be opposed to that.
"Come in!" she called out.
He heard her say come in and Jorge moved the flowers in front of his face. Opening the door so that she couldn't fully see who it was, though after years of marriage, two kids, and hearing his voice daily he assumed she would know without needing to see. She did wash his clothes so she'd would most likely recognize them.
Moving into the room he stopped, "Delivery" Trying his best to cover the almost gone anyway accent that he over the years had lost the thickness of. He thought about speaking only Spanish, but figured that would give him away too easily so he tried for the British accent the best he could.
He heard her say come in and Jorge moved the flowers in front of his face. Opening the door so that she couldn't fully see who it was, though after years of marriage, two kids, and hearing his voice daily he assumed she would know without needing to see. She did wash his clothes so she'd would most likely recognize them.
Moving into the room he stopped, "Delivery" Trying his best to cover the almost gone anyway accent that he over the years had lost the thickness of. He thought about speaking only Spanish, but figured that would give him away too easily so he tried for the British accent the best he could.
"Where would you like them?"
Mariel skimmed the last paragraph on the parchment before looking up to see who was entering her office when the door opened. Flowers? Well, that was a nice surprise.
She watched the delivery person a moment as he walked further into the room, her eyes narrowing slightly as she looked him over curiously. There was something oddly familiar about him, and a little unusual about the entire situation. And then he spoke. Yes, maybe she was altogether too familiar.
"On the desk will be just fine, thank you." She smirked lightly as she watched him, waiting expectantly to put the flowers down and show his face.
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