Stepping into the room, Gavin looked around a tad nervously. Managers... He had no idea what that meant, all he knew was it was another person he needed to get to know, and that he'd probably have to do exactly as they said. Each person was to have one he assumed. He'd rather just go this alone that way if he failed at least it was on him not him and someone else! Well, hopefully he'd get someone he worked well with.

He avoided the food stuffs and refreshments, his stomach already nodded and nervous he didn't want to add to it.

When the whole idea had first been brought up at the fundraiser, Roxanne had thought that having a campaign manager seemed like a bad idea. But after the school rag article? Yeah, seeming like a better idea. Though, the fact that they didn't get to pick their own bugged her. She didn't want some pushy, overbearing loudmouth. She could be that enough for two people sometimes. Nope, she wanted someone calm, someone that would actually talk things through with her. Unfortunately, the only campaign manager she had met so far was exactly the former.

So, it was understandable that she walked into the backstage area feeling slightly anxious. She grabbed a firewhiskey from one of the high tables and quickly downed it, hoping it would help.

Today wasn't exactly the day. It wasn't the elections yet. As early as now, there had been transitions to it already. The woman was here, in this room backstage, to actually meet up with the person she'd be working hand in hand with through her candidate experience. It was something to look forward to, but you can never stop it once you feel slightly nervous. Lourdes, in fact, wasn't that nervous with it all. All you're going to have to do is answer a few (or not) questions asked by the people. But hold up, it wasn't the debate yet. For now, she was going to meet for the first time her manager.

She wasn't the only one in the room. She actually was with two other candidates, one being her fellow department head who she unfortunately doesn't know too well. The other one was a Ministry employee, but not from her level. Good, at least people were around. It would be strange to be alone, waiting for something. And waiting was exactly what she did. Lourdes examined the backstage room while waiting for her... manager. Probably won't be too long.

Cooper was nervous... in his own way. Jittery, fidgety and very distracted. It was a good thing he was wearing his LUCKY brooch, the one he won at the auction... the one that had wriggled its way into his heart. Chin to his chest, staring down at the gold octopus, Cooper traced a big, clumsy, MANLY thumb along its tentacles.

Debates.

Why did they have to do DEBATES? Couldn't they all sit down with a cup of tea and CHAT. He knew of a number of wireless networks that would JUMP at the opportunity to have him on... err... have the BoG candidates on the air. Admittedly, he missed it. To his credit, and advantage, public speaking was right up his alley... even if he wasn't used to SEEING the people he was speaking to.

Merlin...

Cooper placed his hands in his jacket pockets, and began rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet. He only hoped this... manager... PR... person.. could help him. BAH.

Turning around to face one of the table thingies, Cooper looked at a glass of ... liquid suspiciously. It smelt.... FRUITY... or something. Figuring it would do, he stood, like a zombie... glass in hand, waiting for his person to find him.

If there was anything she could thank this campaign business for, it was giving her a reason to buy even more clothes. She had to do that because well..there was the whole being pregnant thing but that didn't really count for much. She could still pretty much fit into some of her looser tops and skirts. The pants were a little bit tricky though.

Layla headed straight to the table after smiling politely at the candidates there..well everyone except for Roxanne..that woman had rubbed her wrong since that whole incident at the ministry so she would be ignored from this point on.

She supposed she could just stand here and eat until her manager came. These refreshment things certainly didn't look fatty. It was a plan then. Of course she had no problem getting a manager as long as the person got that she was boss. She called the shots and not them..if the person got that, then she was all go.

Althea was suspicious of this whole thing, but followed the given instructions of course. She poured herself a drink of water and waited to be approached.

By whoever dared.

Now what was this all about? The candidates had enough on their minds - this suspicious note only added to the tension. But Ivy followed orders and waited backstage just like she was told. Hopefully whatever it was wasn't going to disturb the debate happening soon.

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Althea was suspicious of this whole thing, but followed the given instructions of course. She poured herself a drink of water and waited to be approached.

By whoever dared.

Keaira was a little apprehensive about meeting her candidate. When she spotted her she hesitantly stood there for a moment as she collected herself.

She hadn't exactly spoken with her at the auction recently. But she had seen her - but still, she was slightly intimidating.

Deep breath. She walked closer to her.

Her shoes clackity-clacking as she walked over to the woman. "Excuse me, Althea Schirmer?" She asked - however she was pretty darn sure that she was who she thought she was. "I'm Keaira Black I believe i've been assigned as your campaign Manager for the remaining time of the Board of Governors Campaign." She smiled.

A Campaign Manager. But of course.

Corin strode into the meeting place, adjusting the cuffs his shirt beneath the sleeves of his coat. His mindset naturally was on the forthcoming debates, and, other than the idle chit chat that comes with such social gatherings, expected nothing else of significance from the agenda today.

So yes receiving a cryptic message just before the debates are scheduled to commence naturally got this former Unspeakable to be suspicious, even if its just for the timing of it all. He had even considered sending his nephew an assistant in his stead but as everything was happening in the same venue, might as well right?

Given that he had zero input on the selection of his own campaign manager there was a healthy dose of skepticism mixed in with that suspiciousness. Excellent mood for a first meeting innit?

He knew he had arrived too early for this thing when he saw the people behind the debate still setting up. Still, Erik was a good manager of his own time, and so he had a few drinks in the Hog's Head pub to loosen up before making his way back to the stage.

Whereupon he received a note. What lovely timing; they had to meet their managers now? He shook his head and adjusted his tie, a house-neutral colour. Then he grabbed a drink but didn't drink it, yet, he just held it and waited for his manager to approach him.

He was certain he would get along with the person, once he knew everything about them of course.

Uh huh. and she was how old? Althea eyed the younger woman coolly. Not impolitely but certainly not with any sort of bubbling welcome.

"Professor Althea Schirmer." fyi. She wasn't making the offer to call her 'Althea' yet either. "Have you now? And assigned by whom?" She sipped her water and waited.

Selena did not know what was happening and that put her off. Just a little bit. She wanted to go to Honeydukes and like... stock up on sweets before she went to this meeting thing. The former Slytherin tossed her hair over her shoulder and stumbled up the stage slightly. Oops. Tall shoes. Nope. Not Selena's thing.

She looked around at the others. Nope. She didn't like 'em. She didn't want people to choose her campaign manager. She had chosen one - Emma. Her best friend was the obvious candidate to be her campaign manager. She had been ready to ask her bestie and everything but nope; these insane people had other ideas. Selena was displeased with this. This game wasn't fun.

Besides... did she really need a campaign manager? She was fabulous all on her own, wasn't she? Besides... what if the approved campaign manager was mean? Was Selena allowed to fire him?

So...this was interesting.

Atticus was already a little unsure about this debate, mostly because debates could often deal with confrontation and difficult issues and extremes one way or another with little middle ground and just...yes, they didn't bring up many pleasant images in his mind. Perhaps they could be pleasant, he did not completely know, and hopefully this one would be one of them. Otherwise...this was going to be a very long day.

But before they even got to that, he had received a message to meet backstage. So here he was. He poured himself a little glass of water and sipped it once while he waited.

A campaign manager? Fingers crossed it wouldn't be a lady.

Because most of them FREAKED Sherman out. And he was trying to play it cool, but he was extremely cognizant of the fact that his manager could end up being a middle-aged, beautiful woman. Who was nice. How scary was that?!

So Sherman wheeled his chair into a corner backstage and waited to be approached by, HOPEFULLY, a man.

It felt good to be back on his native soil - not that he had any qualms with living and working in Japan. It was just nice to be back home AND for a good cause. Charles had practically apparated on spot when he had heard about the Board of Governors requesting people to apply for campaign managers and had been debating about running for office himself, so any way he could be involved in his alma mater and where his cupcake of perfection graduated from was well worth his time.

Stepping into the designated area, Charles cocked his neck to the left and then the right to crack it and relieve some of the Inter-continental Apparition strain and then pulled out a photo album from his breast pocket and flipped through until he found a Quidditch photo of his little golden pumpernickel with the Quidditch captain from her third year. So this was the boy he had been assigned to...now to find him...

There was one easy way to do that.

"CARTER PHILLIPS!"

Should he have made a sign too? Like how muggles did at airports.

What luck that one of the first persons he decided to have a conversation with back at the fundraiser ended up being his Candidate. He wouldn't say it was expected but at the same time it suited him just well. The woman had been wonderful to talk to and her husband was a riot!

He made his way to the area behind the stage where they would be meeting up with the Candidates. They didn't know who would be managing them right? It just created the element of surprize and he loved that. Expected happened all the time; expected was boring. Heh. He was especially looking forward to the debate. Watching people fidget and squirm because of unanticipated questions would be priceless...that is...unless his candidate was among the ones who didn't know what composure was. That would pose a serious problem, now wouldn't it?

"We meet again Layla." He couldn't remember but he was almost sure they were on a first name basis...almost. "It looks like you'll be stuck with me for the rest of the election period." Not that that was a bad thing. He was sure she'd be thrilled.

Carter adjusted the water goggles on his forehead. Then he looked around. Wow... everyone looked... fantastic.

Was he not supposed to know what was happening...?

... or... had Anya lied to him when saying what this debate entailed. Because... he was the only one that looked ready to handle an underwater adventure.

And more important than that... he was CRAZY excited for this debate.

Now... why was he supposed to be backstage? He was craving a cheesecake.

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"CARTER PHILLIPS!"

Should he have made a sign too? Like how muggles did at airports.

"I didn't do it!" Carter immediately shouted in the direction his name came from.

Heh. Force of habit. "... unless it was something brilliant. ... Then guilty as charged."

Woo! Yeah... This debate was going well already, wasn't it? ... not.

So this was it. This was the day Chandler was going to meet the woman he would be managing in this Board of Governor's Election. The woman who thought she was good enough to be on the board of the school his son would be attending in a few years. He really hoped she was worthy of his time and the dedication he would be showing her and there was only one way to find out.

He had to find the woman and introduce himself.

After walking around for a few moments he spotted a woman that looked just like the one he had been shown a picture of. "Excuse me, would you happen to be Ms. Ivy Knox?" And if you're not would you know where I can find her?

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So this was it. This was the day Chandler was going to meet the woman he would be managing in this Board of Governor's Election. The woman who thought she was good enough to be on the board of the school his son would be attending in a few years. He really hoped she was worthy of his time and the dedication he would be showing her and there was only one way to find out.

He had to find the woman and introduce himself.

After walking around for a few moments he spotted a woman that looked just like the one he had been shown a picture of. "Excuse me, would you happen to be Ms. Ivy Knox?" And if you're not would you know where I can find her?

Ivy had been looking around at the others and their 'managers'. She paced the floor slowly, growing impatient of just waiting... when finally someone approached her. Ivy crossed her arms and quickly scanned the man up and down. After a pause, she responded. "And what if I am?" Her tone wasn't unfriendly, but it certainly wasn't chipper.

Wasn't this one just a bundle of sunshine all wrapped up in a cloud of attitude. Did she really think she was going to win this campaign with this sort of attitude?

Lucky for her Chandler was in a good mood tonight. He wasn't going to let her little attitude get in the way of him doing his job. "If you were Ivy Knox then I would say, Hello, I'm Chandler Montgomery, your campaign manager."

And yes, he noticed the way she looked him up and down.

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Wasn't this one just a bundle of sunshine all wrapped up in a cloud of attitude. Did she really think she was going to win this campaign with this sort of attitude?

Lucky for her Chandler was in a good mood tonight. He wasn't going to let her little attitude get in the way of him doing his job. "If you were Ivy Knox then I would say, Hello, I'm Chandler Montgomery, your campaign manager."

And yes, he noticed the way she looked him up and down.

Chandler Montgomery... Never heard of him. He didn't look familiar, either. Ivy narrowed her eyes slightly and placed her hands on her hips. She then began slowly circling him, watching him closely. How was this man she didn't know supposed to manage her? He didn't know the first thing about Ivy Knox. "And what if I don't need a manager?" Hmm? How about that, pretty boy?

Oh this woman needed to get over herself and fast. Chandler didn't care if she thought she needed a manager or not. She was getting one anyway, and he so happened to be the one.

"Oh trust me Ms. Knox, you need a manager." With her little attitude and no manager she would be out of this race faster than she could say election.

"Now, how about we start over." He then held out his hand to her, "Hello Ms. Knox, I'm Chandler Montgomery, your campaign manager. It's a pleasure to meet you."

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"I didn't do it!" Carter immediately shouted in the direction his name came from.

Heh. Force of habit. "... unless it was something brilliant. ... Then guilty as charged."

Woo! Yeah... This debate was going well already, wasn't it? ... not.

Oh GOOD! There the young man was right now.

Grinning from ear to ear like any proud father would - just ignore the fact that his children were no where to be seen at the moment - Charles walked right over to Mr. Phillips and proceeded to wrap the young man up in a bear hug. "OOOOOOOOH it is SO nice to finally meet you! My little ray of adorable sunshine had told me so much about you! In fact, despite this being our first meeting I feel like I know you already!" He paused for a moment to sort of rock the young man back and forth while he proceeded to smother the lad like a grandmother does to her grandchildren. "We'll just ignore the time you nearly killed her."

His little princess was the sort to take directions a bit too literally.

*SQUUUUUUUUUUUUUUISH*

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Oh this woman needed to get over herself and fast. Chandler didn't care if she thought she needed a manager or not. She was getting one anyway, and he so happened to be the one.

"Oh trust me Ms. Knox, you need a manager." With her little attitude and no manager she would be out of this race faster than she could say election.

"Now, how about we start over." He then held out his hand to her, "Hello Ms. Knox, I'm Chandler Montgomery, your campaign manager. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Ivy stopped circling the man and gave him a little glare. "No, I do not need anyone, thank you very much." Ivy Knox was fine on her own. In fact, she preferred it that way most of the time. Including now.

Ivy didn't have time to deal with this just yet. She had a debate soon, it was no time to argue. She let out a huff of a sigh and looked at his hand for a moment. Then she reached into her small purse and grabbed out her pair of black leather gloves and quickly slipped them on before grabbing his hand in a tight grip and shaking it. "The pleasure is all mine," she said dryly. "And it's Professor Knox." She had that under her belt, you know.