"So, what are you doing around here?" He asked. "I'm on break, and i've been walking all around the ministry. It's cool to check out all of the other departments." He dug his hands inside his pockets yet again, doing this only when he was nervous. This girl looked familiar- "Have I met you before?" He blurted out. "You kind of look like i've seen you before.. Just wondering." He shook it off. No worries.

Emma smiled as she looked back at him, "A for your first question. I came down to show a new addition to the department around, but he seems to have gone mute" SHe chuckled, "And as for your second, i dont know. Im Emma Adams, familiar?" She asked smiling once more.

She knew thes two were going to become friends, but sadly not for long.

Lucas walked down the corridor and looked at the enchated window. He hadn't been here before but there was a first for everything right? It was a weird window too but it intrugied him. He didn't know why it just did. Sighing, he leaned back on a wall and looked around. He needed to find some more males in this place. There was none, well there was but he never saw any. Maybe he would be able to talk to a guy. Hopefully before this place was ruled by females.

Nathaniel was searching for his plug. Now, seriously. How could someone misplace a muggle electricity plug while working? It had been in his pocket - he was SURE! Fumbling around, he (not thinking to take out his wand). Then he saw a dude. A dude who looked like he needed something.

Perhaps he NEEDED to find Nathaniel's plug. Why, that was surely it!

Approaching the guy, Nate tapped him on the shoulder and peered around to face him, "Er.. dude?" Maybe if he spoke the erm..lingo of the youngun's they would understand him. "Have you seen a plug, in the dojo, dude?" Yeah.. O_o

Lucas turned around and saw a guy, that was a good thing...at least. "Yeah?" he spoke back eyeing him. he had no idea what to expect of him. Erm... What?!? A plug in the dojo? Blink. Was he talking about a muggle plug which people had plug sockets to plug the plugs in? But what was a dojo? "Erm...a dojo mate?" he asked raising an eyebrow. "And do you mean a muggle one? No I haven't," he said in reply to his question. Weirddd.

Nathan frowned. This dude seemed confused. How to explain to him? "Bro, I've misplaced the shizzle to mah nizzle.. do you know where the dizzle it is?" He smiled expectantly.
He didnt' understand a dojo.. hmm.. "The hood? The Crib? Motown?" This really wasn't working.
Then the dude finally got it. "Ah.. ow.. are you sure?" Nate asked hopefully. He really wanted his pluggy back.

What was with this slang?!? Lucas had a slightly hard time trying to figure it out. He never used slang and that he didn't know it. So this guy misplaced something to his something and he asked him if he knew where the something was. Right... He smiled unsurely back. "Ah, I get it...." he said lying, of course he didn't!
Hood? Crib? Motown? HUH?!?
Oh, now the guy looked like he thought that he understood him. "Yeah I'm sure mate, sorry," he said apologetically.
Hmm, now he SHOULD introuduce himself right? "Oh and I'm Lucas Sawyer, and you are?" he asked, holding a hand out for him to shake it.

Nate clapped excitedly when he said he understood. He had finnnallly cracked the language! He was about to break into leprechaun dance when he .. said he didn't? Aww.
"But.." Then he introduced himself and Nathan stuck out his hand sadly. So now he was missing pluggy AND he couldn't communicate with his co-workers. Shizzle out.

"Nathan.. Nathan Callingham.." *pout*

Hahaha!! Lucas was laughing right now at his actions. He soo couldn't help it. He frowned though when he saw his look.
"I know mate," he nodded. Awww, now he felt slightly bad for the guy who was missing his...plug. Still weird though, maybe he was a Pureblood and knew NOTHING about Muggles and was excited about a plug?

He furrowed his eyebrows at the man but shook his hand. "Nice to meet you Nathan though," he tried to offer a smile and was thinking anything what will make Nathan feel better.

Nathan frowned as the guy laughed. It reh-heally wasn't funny! He was missing his PWUG!

Sad. Face.

But the man's empathy was appreciated, "Thank-you dude." He really needed to pick up the lingo. It was making communication difficult.

"You too sir.. uh I mean.. bro" Ahh, he liked his good, old English much better.

"What is your occupation?" Nate asked with a sigh after conceding he wasn't going to find his plug.

Oh. Lucas wasn't meant to laugh. But it was funny and he wasn't going to be a downer right? EEK! "Erm, I'm sorry mate I didn't mean to upset you," he apologised awkwardly to Nathan.

"Your welcome," he nodded. Well at least he said dude and not some gibberish to him. It was hard to understand.

Seriously sir? They were guys. Working here and Lucas had no importance but he had no idea if Nathan did although he just thought they were equal. So Nathan could cut the sir part. "You don't need to call me sir," he spoke, shaking his head and chuckling slightly. Hehe, bro.

Huh? Wasn't it obvious. "Well I work here of course. Magical Transport, Portkey Office. You?" he asked back.

Nathan frown distinguished at the apology and his face broke into a smile, "Why, dear man, there is no need to apologise! I am not upset, merely missing my belongings."

The man smiled and nodded. These apologies were being handed out left, right and centre.

Nathan frowned, if not sir then what would he call him? "So, what you prefer dude?" He asked curiously. It was not something he was used to, but he would try.

OOH! "And how do yoou like portkeys?" His office afterall got to work with muggle things! That was CUUUL. "I work in the Department of Mysteries.. I don't even know what I do there.." Nathan conceded in a whisper. His cheeks coloured and he sighed, "They are yet to tell me!"

"Ah, but it seemed like you were," Lucas shrugged. Meh, he didn't know! He smiled back at Nate. Hehe, he was cool.

He did the same. Were they just apologising left right and center? Hmm. Weird.

Lucas noticed his frown and thought for a second. "Well anything you know mate, just don't call me anything I don't know though!" he told him chuckling. Like dude, that was fine.

Hehe, he asked him how did he like Portkeys. WHAT?!? Well he did think they were alright, but not like the best thing in the world. They were just objects which transported people to far away destinations. That's all. "Well I guess they are alright. I mean they are just objects first then they become things which can transport you to a place where you want to go," he explained to Nathan. "Really? Hmm, that must be cool. Well I'm sorry mate I couldn't help you. No one outside the Departments knows what they do there. Well that was what I heard," he shrugged, wishing that he could help Nathan. Poor him. "Well I'm sure they will tell you. Have you thought about going to your department head yet?" he suggested. Maybe that will help.

Nathan frowned. This was going to go in circles if this 'dude' didn't stop apologising, "No matter, no matter!" It was fiine.

The man frowned intensively. Anything he didn't know? "Well.. sir is a universally recognised term of formality.. and it is polite to call one 'sir' whether they be in a station above or below you." That was a heck of a explanation.

Alright? They were fabulous. But Nate shut his trap for once and let the man continue. COOL? "No, I do not beleive it is cool. Confusing, demeaning and ridiculous, I would agree." Nate remembered going to his Dep head.. she was a little odd too. "She had a baby you see, at work! She had a BABY at work! And when I asked her what was wrong she just smiled and told me to get a table. Then she feinted not ten minutes later!" Yes, that Becky woman was a little weird. Pretty.. but weird. "I don't believe even SHE knows what they do up there."

Eh. He didn't really care. All he wanted was his PWUGY.

Lucas nodded and said no more about it. They were apologising left, right, and centre! They kinda needed to stop, it was weirddd.

Hmm, now he was frowning. Was this good or badd? He didn't know. Like usual. Hmmfff. "Yes that is true. But we don't need to be formal, just informal," he pointed out. Hmm, he did have a point. So he nodded agreeing with him.

"You don't?" he kinda sounded offended. Ouch. EEK! He raised an eyebrow at Nathan but let him continue. WHAT?!? "Seriously? Wow, erm, that's crazy," complete and utterly crazzzzzzyy! O________O Erm, okay. "Weirddd," he said in shock. Well he was glad that he wasn't in that Department... He laughed slightly. "Me neither from what I just heard!"

But.. Nathan liked formal. He was raised formally. Everything was formal.
"It's just.. the way I speak, really." And it was. He'd been born and bred in a royal household.. it was just the way things worked.

Nate frowned. The man sounded offended. "I did not mean to offend sir, but crazy it most definetely was!" Weird was the right word to describe it. "Oh, it was surely weird." The Becky woman was too nice for Nathan's liking. Too, tooo nice.

But he WAS in that department. Sadly. He wished he could transfer but unfortunately - he was stuck there. For the while at least.
"Truer words were never spoken. It is a crazy department where nobody knows what they are doing, nor what they are saying. I find it incredibly difficult to come to work considering I do not really have a job - if you know what I mean?"

Alright then. Lucas wouldn't speak formally to other employees around him, just people who were higher than him. Like Division and Department Heads. But Nathan did it all the time. "Oh alright. But don't you speak informally sometimes?" he asked. Like he did earlier and he had no idea what the man had said. He was sure that wasn't formal.

Huh? "Oh not at all, quite frankly I'm not offended!" he exclaimed with a chuckle, reassurring the guy. He nodded his head. "Maybe I should meet her, to see just how weird she is!" Come on, she couldn't be totally weird right? He was weird himself. Like just tooo much.

Hmm, this guy was toooo formal. But it was okay, at least he understood him now. He listened to him and pondered. He was just TOO glad that he didn't work there. But Asher did and he seemed normal and like work was alright. Hmm... "Yeah I get what you mean," he nodded.

Nate frowned. "No." Hadn't he already said that? "I was raised like this. It's the way I talk." It was proper english. The correct way to speak. This lad was just too modernised for his liking. People were losing the language and subsequently losing the beauty of the english languages ability to articulate so many thoughts and feelings.

Oh. Good. "Right. No hard feeling then, chum?" Excellent. Nate didn't like having enemies. Especially those modern ones that had those chavvy people up their sleeves. Oh dear..

"Oh lord, no. You shouldn't meet her. She is pregnant and scary." The way he described that poor woman. Honestly.
Excellent! They understood each other, "Well, I'm mighty glad you do. Where exactly would you like to go in your career?."

Hmm. Okay then. Lucas would speak no more on the subject. Nod. Erm... Maybe he would try and speak more formally then. If he could. Or he could look like an idiot. But he would try anyway. "Oh yes I understand now," he spoke with a small nod of the head. Nate was just talking like they were in the Victorian times. It was weird.

"Not at all," he said with a slight smile. Now how would he be more formal? Think. But it still felt like they were both going in a circle again.

O____O "She did? Hmm, I shan't meet her then," shan't? One freaky word. "But I thought she already had her baby?" he was slightly confused but okay.
"Hmm, I'm not sure yet. It's pretty undecided at the moment but something to do with sports maybe," he nodded. Yeah sport was awesome. "How about you?" he asked back. Was this still formal right?

Nate smiled, "I was raised in the Royal Family.. it's a trade-off of being born into the English monarchy.. you start speaking like one." Fairly, he was only a distant relation but where the monarch's were concerned, distant still meant apart of the family.

Right. Fantastic. He'd made a friend! Nate grinned like this was the best thing ever and winked. Great day... 'cept he'd lost his pwugy *sadface*

Nate looked frazzled for a moment, "She had a child - James I think the name was, or something like that. But ... well.. she was wearing this baggy jumper thing: I assumed she was pregnant." Ooopsy daisies.. and he'd told her *head* Maybe that's why she'd told him to go.

To do with sports? "Did you play.. uh.. Quidderitch.. no wait, Quidditch," He corrected absymally, "..at school?" He probably did. Everyone seemed to. "What exactly in sport? Do you want to be a sporting star?" He saw them on the News. Always doing bad things and making mistakes. Tut tut tut.
At his latter question, Nate frowned. He had no idea what he wanted to do. "Well.. I want to get out of the Department of Mysteries as soon as possible if I could but you know. It all depends on where it takes me."

Woah. The Royal Family. So that was why Nate was speaking all prim and proper, well not much just he was speaking formal. Very formal. "The Royal Family? That's very interesting. Well of course," he did have a point there. Lucas never saw people who was raised by the Royal Family speak slang. That would just be weird.

Heh. He chuckled as he watched Nate grin and wink at him, although the wink was a bit freaky but he wouldn't show that it was freaky to him. Hehehe. So he smiled back at him. He wouldn't wink though because it felt weird to do it at this very time.

"Ah, so she did?" he said yet again a little unsure. He was trying to understand him but it was kinda confusing. Baggy jumper? Well she might of been pregnant but did she always wore one? Possibly, he didn't know. "I think she was pregnant then," he nodded. It would have been better if he DID know her. But he didn't.

He smiled at him when he said Quidditch wrong. He kinda sounded like he wasn't a man and merely a young boy and it was sorta aww like. But he shouldn't be thinking that, he was a bloke not a woman. Blokes didn't think of things like that. "Yeah Quidditch. I did play it at school," and it was good. He played for about 4 terms at Hogwarts. He'd lost count though so it was around about 4 terms. "I'm not sure. There are a lot of sports which I like so it's undecided at the moment," but it should be decided though. He was 23 not 16 or something. He needed to think about what he wanted to do. Maybe he would stay in the Ministry, it was a decent job.
"Yeah I thought you might but there are good departments here," like the Department of Magical Maintenance and Ministry Security, which was on Level 8, the level that they were on. Magical Transportation was alright. Nothing special. Shruggg. "I'm sure you will get a better department," of course he would, if he asked for a transfer he would.

Nate frowned, "Yes. I am not a prince or anything..good lord, no." He was a Lord. It wasn't too bad a job, he could do whatever job he wanted, he had little duties except to show up at birthdays and such and even then - he didn't have to! It was greeeat! But he hated the part where people looked on him differently because he was Lord Nate. It was infuriating. Just cos Queen Elizabeth was on speed dial didn't mean he was weird or different.

Seriously.

Nate shrugged. He neither could remember nor did he care. She was unimportant. "She did. I don't think she was pregnant, in hindsight. She might've just been in a really ugly, big jumper.." Yeah. That sounded about right. "Oh. I don't. I think she was just getting over her baby weight." She seemed kinda.. pudgy.

Quidditch! That was the one. Nathaniel pulled an 'AHA' face and nodded. "What's it like?" He asked. He'd always hated the sport for it's highly dangerous and reflexive nature but he felt he should ask. Nate had gone to a private tutoring college for magic and he'd never had the opportunity nor confidance to try the sport. He'd concluded from studious inspection that it was dangerous and therefore not a good idea for the rather clumsy, lanky man.

Oh. He HOPED so. "Maybe," He told Lucas with a shrug. "But.. I have to wait a few months. The ministry won't accept transfers within the first six months," He explained. It was depressing. Nate hadn't his job.

A prince? Lucas didn't think Nathan was one anyway, but in fact what was he? "So if your not a prince then what are you then?" He didn't know if he was high up or not. It was possible that he was but why was he working at the Ministry and not at Buckingham? Or whatever he did. "And actually why are you working here? Don't you stay at Buckingham or something," did he phrase that wrong? He hoped not. Well maybe Nathan wanted to be normal or something. Then again he didn't know that was why he asked. Nod nod.

A really ugly, big jumper. How nice to describe your boss's clothing. Well it must of been like that. Maybe she did have the baby then. "If you say so then. I'll take your word for it," well he didn't know and Nate probably knew more than Lucas. He had never seen the woman!

Hehe. Nate kinda looked funny doing that. He was cool. "Ah, Quidditch it's very good. It's not like you get a chance to be in the air all the time." You know, because people walked and not walked in the air. "And it's fast paced. Lots of action and then again injuries too but every sport has injuries," he was alright with injuries, had loads in his life. "But some people get badly injured and have to give up on it," that was terrible to do that. He hoped that wouldn't happen to him because he loved Quidditch.

That was true. Nate did have to wait a couple of months. "Well it will be all worth it when you get another job," he told him. At least he COULD get a transfer and not have to work in the Mysteries for long.

Nils stopped right at the window, caught by the streak of light streaming through the glass. His mind went fuzzy, everything around him seemed so far away, so distant... Nils found himself thinking about someone special to him, his crush all through Hogwarts. He saw what she had been thinking this all time, Sarah had been afraid of change- not him...

Malachi had been standing in front of the window for what felt like hours. He had sent the message to Frida the moment he had left the meeting, but she still wasn't here... Where could she be?