Those damn green flames.

TJ had been just a smidge too slow in running out of his office after the kid who had just quit. The twenty something had flown into his office in a rage, face beet-red except for the streak of white running from his left eye.

Compliments of Furmy.

Grabbing a handful of the powder, which the boy had spilled all over in his attempts at quick escape, Trystan threw it into the flames and watched them roar back to life.

"MARTY, IT IS NOT MY FAULT THAT YOU MADE FURMY HATE YOU," he yelled into the flames. A voice spoke back, muffled and heavy with very rude language. TJ frowned deeply and leaned into the fire again. "You don't need to threaten me and my owls you prat! I don't care if Furmy poos on your head every time you walk in there! You shouldn't have gotten on his bad side in the first place, you IDIOT."

The man had a soft-spot for that Tawny, yes he did. And the many mentions of 'clipping the damn bird's wings' that Marty had made were definitely not helping TJ's temper.

"FINE. FINE. We don't need you ANYWAY." Slamming the vent over the fire closed, effectively ending the conversation, Trystan took a deep breath and stepped away from the fireplace, his red face streaked with soot.

Damn it. He was going to need a new worker now.

Asami took a tentative step into the Owl Post. The young woman was nervous, excited, but nervous all the same.

She needed a job, and what better place than an Owl Post office. Sure she didn't have a fond liking for the creatures, but she didn't hate them. It was the mail part that had brought her here. For some odd reason, the woman had always found the job of mail workers fascinating.

Walking around with her messenger bag slung over her shoulder, she pushed the black framed reading glasses into her hair as she glanced around the spacious room.

The faint smell was ingnorable, but the yelling......who was yelling? Curiosity taking hold of her, Asami wondered past the service desk to the door from which the voice carried. Should she open it? She wasn't sure, but it couldn't hurt right? Right.

Kocking lightly, she turned the door knob and peered inside spotting an older man standing beside near a fireplace. "Um....am I disturbing you?" She said timidly.

Ugh. Trystan scrubbed at his cheek with an equally sooty hand, annoyed. He'd been in a good mood today. He'd come in whistling, for Merlin's sake. Trystan didn't whistle. And now... now Marty had quit, and threatened his owls, and he was short on staff as it was...

He'd sank into a chair at the sorting table, conjured a handkerchief to wipe his face clean, and was mumbling distractedly to himself when the person spoke.

... oh great. A customer had heard him screaming.

Just great.

Trystan vacated the chair, his face still soot-streaked and a bit red as he turned to the young woman at the door.

"Ah. No, you're not. I'm sorry, I was just... having a word with an employee. What can I help you with today, miss?"

Eyes slightly narrowed, she glanced around the room. She didn't see another person in the room, but remembering that she had seen him standing near the fireplace she quickly came to the assumption that they had talked through the floo. Was that how he spoke to all his employees?

Asami turned her attention back to the man. Ah yes, she had come here on a mission. Get a job, and she wasn't leaving without one. Clearing her throat, she steped into the mail room and closed the door behind her.

"Well, I came seeking employment here at the Post Office." She slowly made her way to the man's chair, one hand cluching her bag. "My name is Asami Nakamura. While I don't have any previous work experiences, I am a hard worker and tend to pick things up fast."

By now she was close enough to see the soot covering his face, but not close enough to shake his dirty hands. She supressed a look, would she be getting that dirty? "I'm positive that I can be an invaluable part of your team...crew....staff." Cue nervious smile.

...Merlin, the day was saved.

"You're... here for a job?" TJ pulled his wand from his pocket and flicked it at the handkerchief; a bit of water sprayed on it, dampening it enough that he could finish cleaning off his face (he managed to miss a streak across his left eye though) and hands. "Well it just so happens that another one opened up just now."

He gestured toward the fireplace, where the green flames had guttered and died already, as if that would explain why the job was now open. Marty. Marty was the reason that job was now open. It was totally not Furmgoat's fault.

"If you'd... the office is in here, I can get your information down and maybe even hire you right away..." He held a hand out toward the office. "After you, Miss Nakamura."

She nodded her head at his question, watching quietly as he wiped his face clean of the soot and almost staring at the streak that he'd missed. Her small smile grew when he said they did infact have a opening.

Loosening her hold on the bag, she allowed her eyes to flicker over to the fireplace, quickly piecing together what all the yelling was about. She was good at things like that. Well, whoever had quit/gotten fired, thank Merlin for them.

Asami turned her attention back to the man as he spoke, and though it looked as if he held her undivided attention, he didn't. Her eyes were on the streak that he had missed. It took everything in her not to just reach over and whip it away for him. Oh, they were going to his office. Her eyes flickered to his office before returning to him. "Yes sir, and you missed a spot...on your left eye." She motioned with her own eye before turning on her heel and heading into his office.

Right after enjoying her time by skating with her famous roller blades in the Diagon Alley wizards and witches giving her odd looks because of her weird shoes with wheels, Leticia with a cheerful air skated in the Owl Post place hoping that they might be looking for someone to work with. Ay! She loved owls, she loved people, she loved mails connecting people to each other by the help of those cute birds. Heh hee.

Yet her smile vanished when she found no one there so she skated towards a door behind which voices of two people could be heard. Ooh there should be people in the room...reasonally since owls could not speak English. Ah , yes too bad they could not do that. Whatever...

After listening to the voices for a moment or so the young woman with long dark hair knocked on the door ''Hola!'' she then called ''Is there someone to help mme?''

Asami was in her own little world waiting for Park to return and wondering why he left in the first place when she heard a knock. She tilted her head to the side thoughtfully and turned slightly to face the door, should she get it? She wasn't technically an employee, but would be soon enough so what was the harm.

Standing up, she walked over to the door and slowly opened it, peering around the door to see another woman. "Hello. Um......the boss.....Mr. Park, he isn't in right now." She turned and glanced around the office. "But, I'm sure your welcome to sit and join me......while you wait. He should be back soon." She turned back to the girl smiling and opened the door wider so she could enter.

''Ah, hello!'' Letty exclaimed with an exeggerated cheerful state. And ooh she was not the boss who was the boss then? A Mr Park? Hehehehe Park funny name that was...so she laughed a little without revealing what she was laughing at which made her look crazy from the outside eye. ''That is fine. I can wait forever.'' she went on with her English with a Spanish accent. ''Y sure i would love to join you!''

Then twirling her long dark hair with a wide smile on her face she stepped in the room, gave the other woman a BIG smile then began to look around. ''This place has the lovely smell of owls, has not it? I love birds. Do you love them? Actually i love everything that flies. I am also a Quidditch Player so i love flying and everything that flies'' oh Merlin she was very talkative. ''Oh did i mention my name? I am Leticia Rio Fernandez and my friends call me Letty. What is your name?''

This woman was a cheerful one, wasn't she? Atleast that gave her some company while she waited. Glancing around the mailroom once more she turned to follow the woman into the office.

If the woman had stoped the breath in between sentences, Asami might have responded to a number of things said. Yes, this place smells of owls, but lovely is not the word I would use to describe it. No I don't love them, again not in the sense that I know you are refering too... This and a few other responses ran through her mind as she took a seat and listened to the woman go on. She did like to talk didn't she?

Wait, that last question was for her wasn't it? "Hmm. My name?" Yes, introductions would be good now wouldn't they? "It's Asami Mai Nakamura, nice to meet you Letty." She looked at the woman thoughtfully, why was she here? "Do you work here?"

As Trystan opened the door, Furmy took flight off his arm, large owlish eyes set on the women that were headed toward the office. Whoooooo were these people? The unpleasant man who he frequently poo'd on was not among them. Landing on the back of a chair, for lack of owl nooks, he fluffed his feathers and staaaaaaaaaaared.

"Hoooooo."

Are you.

ooc: stay and play, ladies.

Asami, who was following Letty back into Park's office, paused when she heard another door opening. Hand on the door knobe, she turned to face who she thought to be Mr. Park, but turned out to be.....an owl? Well this was an Owl Post Office, so there were bound to be owls in the building.

She returned his stare with one of her own, and after a looong moment, took a few slow steps in his direction. Her head cocked to the side at his 'hoo' as she continued to make her way towards the chair he occupied.

"Hiii....little owl." Why had her parents not given her a pet while she was growing up? The would have made her much more comfortable and prepared for this....encounter. Her eyes scanned the room for Park or Letty...anyone before returning to the owl and giving him a small smile as she stood a foot or two away from him, off to his side.

Trystan lingered just on the other side of the door, completely out of sight, eyes on the young Miss Nakamura and... her friend. Who was this now? He would've asked, but that would reveal that he was watching.

At least Furmgoat hadn't been immediately displeased with the woman and poo'd on her. So far, so good.

''Nice to meet you Asami!'' Leticia responded cheerfully looking pretty happy that she had met a new person. Letty loved metting new person and hear what they thought about Quidditch since she was an ex professional player, a chaser, yet she did not bring up this topic for Asami had a question for her. ''Mmmm no. Not yet.'' she said shaking her head like a child ''But i wish to work here. Do you know where the boss is or mmm are you the boss?''

Just at the moment she asked that question her dark brown eyes spotted an owl flying around and percing on a chair. ''Ayyy!!!'' she exclaimed, smiling ''How cute!!!'' and toally forgetting about the question she asked, the young woman walked forward to pet the owl.

Papers spread across the table, leaving only just enough space for her arms to rest and her coffee, Asami painstakingly worked through the piles of letters. Had she unpacked any of her belongings, she'd be in her office working. As it was, she'd yet to do anything besides send Trystan his belongings and bring in hers. That alone had set her back a day. Maybe she'd do unpack on her lunch break?

After handling one of the last remaining customers at the service desk, Amadeus wandered into the mail room. There was bound to be more work to do around here. There was always work to do around here. But why not take a short coffee break, at least for five minutes?

Entering the room, he noticed one of the employees inside. Deus only knew her name, Asami, but not much else. She looked particularly swamped with work. No matter how much the coffee pot called him over, he knew it wouldn't be professional to leave her with the pile of letters on her own. Approaching her, he cleared his throat. "Do you need any help?" He asked, a small smile on his face.

A number of sounds caught her ear and had her pausing briefly in her work. The only one that had her only slightly worried was a indistinguishable noise coming from the owlery. Had it been an owl or a rambunctious visitor? She kept one ear on the room as it seemed to quiet down and picked up her wand, eyes going to the young man approaching her.

He was here to offer help? Great! She flicked her wand and sent a small stack of letters over to the mail rack to sort themselves. Another flick had a few stacks moving in front of the closest chair. "I can always use another hand sorting letters." She smiled up at the tall lad and racked her brain for his name. "It's... Amadeus, right?"

Amadeus smiled. Had he expected to be rejected? No, not really. But there was always the possibility... some people were just like that. "Oh, yes," He grinned, "Amadeus, although most of my friends call me Deus." Starting on the first few letters in the stack, he settled into his seat before glancing back at his co-worker. "You're Asami, correct?" He hoped to Merlin he hadn't gotten her name wrong: first week on the job and already embarrassing yourself in front of others was a sure sign of short-term employment.

It was good to have help, she'd missed others being around to carry some of the load ever since Letty had moved to a new shop, and Park had taken up permanent residence at the other Owl Post. She would have been lonely here had it not been for the owls. "That will be much easier for me to remember." She jested lightly, though honestly it would.

"Asami, no nicknames." She nodded her head, flicking her wand to correct the spelling on a letter. It just occurred to her that she hadn't had time to properly greet her employees, the cons to hiring via owl she supposed. "... And your boss. How are you faring here so far?" He wasn't getting lost or anything, was he?

Amadeus simply smiled at his boss, chuckling as she mentioned the usefulness of his nickname. Of course, he felt the pressure to be even more scrupulous with his work than usual with Asami in the vicinity, but he was never the type to get too nerve-wracked over much.

"I'm doing well," He answered, "As well as I can, I mean. I'm not used to working with animals, and I've never done anything in customer service before, so... I guess you could say I've acclimated quite well." Deus resisted the urge to nonchalantly shrug and tapped his wand to a few letters, removing a couple of dirty-looking ink spots from the parchment.

"It does take some getting used to," She mused with a knowing smile, remembering her first few months at the Owl Post. All the owls certainly were a shock to her system. The shopkeeper wasn't worried about how he fared with the costumers, after seeing him with one, she knew she'd done right hiring him.

Another tap to the letters in front of her and they were on their way to the mail rack. "I'm glad your are adjusting so well, and I think working with the animals will take more getting used to than the costumer service. At least with me it did." But then again, she hadn't been the biggest fan of them when she first started.

"Well," He drawled, flicking his wand to straighten out the stack of finished letters he had recently finished sorting through, "I guess you could say my life has taken some getting used to. I would have never thought that I'd be working in Diagon Alley, that I'd be able to do what I wanted for a few years after leaving school, but..." Deus simply shrugged, eyes raking over the nearly illegible handwriting of one letter writer. "Life happens, I suppose."

Cue the awkward pause. Had Amadeus just revealed a bit more than he had planned to? Maybe. Well, the damage was already done, in that case. Clearing his throat, he began once more, "Yeah. I wasn't too keen on the idea of cleaning up after the owls, particularly, but I've grown to like the little buggers. Although... Mangig can be quite the handful." He chuckled, setting another couple of letters into the stack of finished work.

"You wanted to work in Diagon?" That was an interesting revelation. And something she'd never even considered, that someone WANTED to work in or own a shop. Hm. "I never saw myself in a shop, but life does happen, and I've grown to love this place more than anything." It was more surprising to herself than anyone else, even Ray.

Used to the silence, or as silent as the owl post be with all its owls, she finished her stack of letters and sent them off. Asami laughed softly, "Giggy can be a handful, I don't think that owl knows how to sit still for more than five seconds."

Ah, Asami had misconstrued his words. Amadeus had meant to lightly convey this: he had been raised and groomed to take over his family's business of wand-making and the like but during his seventh year, joining the quidditch team helped him to discover his true passion. Simply enough, upon telling his parents his change of plans, Deus had been cut off from familial funds that he had been free to use as he formerly liked. It had been reality slapping him in the face.

Alas, it wasn't prudent to tell his boss all this during his first few days of work. Maybe later... maybe after a while, but definitely not now. "Yes, most definitely. I never thought I'd grow to like the smell of owl feed or working with letters." Smiling softly as he skimmed through a letter or so, a chuckle escaped his lips when Asami spoke of Mangig; or Giggy, as she so tenderly called him. "True, true," He began as his chuckles died down, "Although, I do have quite a soft spot for Waful." Maybe because he was the most 'regal' and proper of all of the owls, if a bird could even be considered in such a menner. "Maybe I'll get used to... to Giggy once the bite on my forefinger heals." Glancing at his left hand instinctively, he saw the red mark, which provoked a not-so-amusing memory. Alas, dealing with bites were part of the job.