Magical Maintenance
Maintenance Supervisor + Magical Maintenance Employees

A very large and spacious area on the Atrium level serves as a meeting area for the Magical Maintenance Supervisors and all Magical Maintenance employees. Although these employees have headquarters on the Atrium level, they work Ministry-wide and aren't typically found cooped up in their meeting area. However, when the time comes for the Magical Maintenance Supervisor to meet with his employees, assign and discuss tasks, or plan their newest project, the meeting room is available for them to use. It's rather large, so as to accommodate a wide open area for demonstrations, tests and experiments, and storage. The room also features a long, oval-shaped meeting table for discussions about various Ministry-wide projects.

Hunter poked his head into the meeting room and let out a low whistle between his teeth. The room was very impressive. The rest of his body followed and he stepped fully inside the room.

He didn't know whether the other maintenance staff would be here and by the looks of it they weren't but he figured they'd have to show up sooner or later. He was the one that had all their job sheets.

While he waited for them to arrive, Hunter walked around the room slowly, his finger running along the furniture and over some of the magical objects in the testing area. Satisfied that he managed to check everything out, he threw himself into a chair and waited.

Laurie walked down to the atrium in desperate need of a break from the mountain of work on her desk when she spotted Hunter walking into the Maintenance office. Looking around she glanced at her watch and smirked before following him.

"Have you any idea how cold it is in the courtrooms? It's been snowing for two days straight," she said leaning against the door frame and looking at him. "Thought you guys were supposed to be on top of things like that?" Of course she was just giving him a hard time. In fact she was pretty sure that it was just fine down there but it had been a few days she'd last gone down to her office down there instead favouring the level two office.

It was embarrassing, but the cause of his potential tardiness was Imogen Sterling, his dearest mother. Imogen Sterling, his dearest mother, was also the reason why Neil was for the first time in his life considering moving out. He didn't think it he could handle his mother fussing over his Maintenance navy blue robes every morning any more than he could handle messy eaters, bad grammar, nonsensical muggle music or dirty on his shoes.

Reaching his destination, Neil stepped inside the nearly empty room and cleared his throat. Was everyone else late, too? Or could he dare to hope to actually be early? "Hello," Murmured the twenty-two year old, giving the two people in the room a small nod. "I hope I'm not late."

Lowering the papers he had been looking at, Hunter gave a little smirk in Laurie's direction. "Did you file a report? Because I don't see anything here." he said shaking the papers that were in his hands. He leaned back in his chair and placed his hands behind his head, as he kept his gaze upon her.

"I think you just wanted to come down and see me." he teased, giving her a wink. "I knew I had made an impression on you." It was now his turn to give her a hard time. He did like seeing her get flustered.


Before he could tease Laurie anymore, a young man walked into the room and Hunter immediately sat up straight and flashed the guy a grin. "Not late at all." he replied and gesturing for the guy to take a seat in the nearest chair. "Hunter Phillips. And you are...?"

Yeah she saw that smirk. She watched as he leaned back looking oh so casual and then raised an eyebrow at his teasing. "It just so happens I was down here already taking a break." So she so didn't come down here to see if he was here and working. Nope not at all. Ugh she sounded like some school girl now. How she loathed herself. "If by impression you mean insufferable pain in the neck then by all means you have," she said with a smirk of her own. Take that witty man who did look good in those blue robes....damn it.

Luckily someone else entered and she stepped out of the doorway into the room. Of course she would move inside and not outside. But then the person had been right behind her she didn't have any choice...right? Wait was he about to have a meeting? Maybe she should go.... Well of course she should go now she looked desperate and she wasn't she just happened to be down here, where his office was, and followed him.... UGH she needed a psychologist. She looked at the newcomer curiously and gave a warm smile, "Maybe I should leave you seem busy." HA escape! Wait she needed a reason to escape now? Yup definitely needed professional help.

There was some mild banter of the flirtatious banter going on between the man and the woman, and Sterling decided against sitting down. Instead, he remained standing against the wall, far from where the couple was.

Whether the flirting was directed at him or not, the sense and logic behind it avoided the man and more often than not, Neil found it awkward. Then again, the woman was leaving so perhaps it didn't matter anymore...? "Neil Sterling," Supplied the young man. Hunter Phillips. Was this his boss? "Nice to meet you, sir."

Well that was a...interesting meeting. Thankfully it was a quick one. Hunter wasn't sure how long he could have stood there and listened to Borr talking about absolute nonsense.

But he had to admit that he did agree with the man. The Ministry did need some freshening up and he had a few ideas. He walked into the meeting room and took a seat at the table and began to jot down some things he thought would be a good addition to the place while he waited for the rest of the crew to arrive.

Sterling appreciated his backside enough to actually voice what he'd been thinking ever since the meeting had begun: Lord Borr was a cross between a muggle caricature and a joke, both of which were ultimately the same thing. Certainly, there'd been some truths behind his complaints, but there was something to be said about a grown-man - the Minister of Magic, no less - not being familiar with his inside voice.

Again, though; Neil wasn't mentioning this anytime soon. He valued his life and job too much for that.

When he entered the meeting room the only one already there was Hunter, so Sterling shot his immediate boss a quick nod of his dirty-blond head and occupied one of the many empty chairs. He followed Hunter's advice, too, and soon fished out a small notepad and a self-inking quill. In his clear cursive penmanship, he began to write down:

• Add artificial windows to provide a more pleasant work area.
• Stairs are good. BoPeople need exercise.

Mrs. Pricklepot gave one single and slight knock on the door (just to seem polite), then burst it open, whether she had been grated permission to or not. "Ooooh, fancy room!" She exclaimed at the door, clasping her hands together. There were a few people in the room but they didn't seem busy. Hopefully, she could sit somewhere all day and not do a single thing, too. Giggling, she made her way accross the room, with two quick "Good mornings," one to each of the gentlemen, before she took a seat herself and settled down.

She placed her handbag on her lap, removed her gloves and placed them in the bag, then finally removed her bonnet and placed it on her lap. Humming, she took out a smaller bag from her purse, containing her make-up kit. She then proceeded to reapply blubblegum pink lipstick to her lips, and blew a few kisses to her own reflection before returning the kit to her bag. She then readjusted her powder blue suit and removing her wand from her bag she tapped the enormous flower bud brooch she was wearing. Immediately, the flower blossomed and two butterflies appeared, fluttering their wings.

"What now?" She asked the two gentlemen with a smile from ear to ear. She wanted to know what she had to do, just so she could make someone else do it, or not do it at all, or look busy, or something. She didn't intend on working, that was certain.

Mason sincerely hoped every Maintenance employee that attended the previous meeting had forgotten what Borr made him do. The fact that he had to stand up there and hold a cool cloth to the sweaty oaf's forehead was repulsive and extremely embarrassing. Thankfully this new meeting would be Borr-free.

He made his way through the Atrium to the meeting room just in time to see a woman apply a dose of pink lipstick to herself. Mason stopped and watched as she then proceeded to make her flower pin produce butterflies.

His mouth was open a little. He was confused, and a little weirded out. Women... Back to reality, Mason stepped all the way into the room and nodded at the others. "Good afternoon." He said and took a seat, several feet away from the giggling woman.

The sound of someone entering the room caused Hunter to pause in his scribbling and looked up from the parchment. He have a small nod of his head. "Good morning Neil." Thankfully the young man seemed to have survived Lord Borr's meeting. He was also impressed that Neil had just got stuck right into working.

He was just about get up and make some coffee when a woman walked into the room. A giggling one at that. Hunter raised his eyebrows as she greeted both he and Neil and then proceeded to apply a thick layer of lipstick to her already bright pink lips. If she put on anymore he was going to need sunglasses to stop the glare.

"Er..." Hunter seemed at a loss for words. He was transfixed by the pink and the flower. After a moment he gave himself a shake and managed to get himself together. "Let's start with some introductions. My name is Hunter Phillips and I am your Supervisor and this young man's name is Neil Sterling." He gave the woman a small smile. "And you are?"

Ah here was Mason. Hunter gave the man a small nod of his head. "Hello Mason. I'm glad to see that you survived our illiustrious leader's...er...tasks." He was not quite sure what he would have done if he had been in Mason's shoes.

Finishing off the list he had been writing, Hunter looked around at the others and cleared his throat. "Okay so I called you all down here so that we can pass around some ideas on what we can do, in Lord Borr's words, 'liven up the place.'" He was almost tempted to roll his eyes but he managed to control himself. "I have written down a few ideas." he said pushing the parchment into the middle of the table. "Let me know what you think."

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* A main cafeteria. (located on the Atrium level) which has a different theme each month.

* A conservatory on each level.

* Background music.

Lizzie stuck her head around the door with a polite smile. 'Hi there, Mr. Phillips?' she asked, looking around to see if Prinklepickle was there as well. She was. Good. 'Mr. Greingoth asked me to give you this,' she said, entering the room and handing him the letter, all the while GLARING at Prinklepickle. 'And, er, Mrs... Pricklepot? I think you're needed upstairs,' she added, still glaring. Stupid woman. Lizzie had had to run all the way here, when instead she could have been doing nice, orderly paperwork - which wouldn't have messed up her hair, either.

She wondered why it was so urgent that Mrs Whatsherface was upstairs, anyway, if she worked for Magical Maintenance. As far as she was aware, there was nothing going wrong in the office. In fact, everything was pretty clean and tidy - especially Lizzie's desk. She had made sure of that before she had sat down. She was kind of OCD about these things.

Mrs. Pricklepot stood up when it was her turn to introduce herself, she had to make this a memorable occasion, cleared her throat and began. "Well, darlings, my name is Poppy Pricklepot, but you may all call me as Poppy!" She giggled and covered her mouth. "I have been hired just very recently to be a part of this fine establishment!" In fact, this was her first day, but they probably couldn't tell because she was so professional. She clasped her hands together and brought them up just below her chin, then batted her eyelashes at the group of men and returned to her seat.

She listened as the others introduced themselves with a few giggles here and there in between. She checked her watched hoping this would end soon. One hour hadn't even passed and she was already tired, plus she had to buy groceries on her way home, which she detested doing. She let out a deep sigh and then some other people said something and then something else. Blah, blah, blah. She motioned with her hand for the man to move along and get to the point, which he soon did.

Poppy jumped up from her seat when the man asked for suggestions. She had them, those didn't take much effort, so she could do that. "Oh, I have just the most darling ideas!" She did. This place was so boring a unicorn would kill itself if it was subject to it. She took out a notepad from her bag and a quill, licked the tip and began jotting down a few notes before sharing them. "I will charm this place up!" She did a little dance by simply shaking her hips, then put the notepad down. "I know the most darling spell that charms light to take the shape-- Oh, let me show you!" With that she took out her wand, which was pink and had a heart on the handle, and flicked it. All of the sudden a wisp of light began to emerge from her wand and taking the shape of a small unicorn. She flicked it again and the unicorns multiplied. As the light unicorns pranced around the room they left behind a trail of sparkles and hearts that floated in the air for a brief while and then disappeared. "Aren't they just darling!?" The unicorns were all spread across the room now which was filled with sparkles and tiny hearts everywhere. Poppy giggled and finally, with a motion of her wand, they disappeared. How could they turn that down.

She then heard a voice at the door and turned around.



Already she had gotten here and was so sought after? Duh, of course.

Hunter blinked in surprise as the woman stood up just to introduce herself. And what was with the giggling? "It's very nice to meet you Poppy." Of course he was just being polite because he had a feeling that he was going to need a lot of patience when it came to Mrs Pricklepot.

Which was immediately put to the test when she jumped up from her chair again and began waving her wand around. Hunter looked on in a mild horrified fascination as a bunch of unicorns floated around the room followed by sparkles and hearts. He cleared his throat and gave Poppy what he hoped was a pleasant smile. "Well...er...that's lovely Poppy." Actually it was quite gag worthy. "But unfortunately it's not very practical and it may distract everyone from their work." It would probably send half of them home with nausea. "But keep thinking."


Hearing his name being called from the doorway, Hunter tore his gaze away from Poppy and looked over to a young woman. "Yes?" He raised his eyebrows as the woman walked into the room and handed him a piece of parchment. He took it from her and scanned it quickly before looking over at Poppy.

"Seems you are required elsewhere Poppy. Off you go then." Take as long as you like, he wanted to add but managed to keep that to himself. If ever Borr needed a personal assistant, Poppy Pricklepot was it.

Of course it was nice to meet her, she expected that much in response. He could have complimented her her, but alas, there are no gentlemen in the world anymore. What is a woman to do. At least she complimented her charm, and implied that he wanted them in his office. She would have to arrange for that. Perhaps with some extra sparkles, he seemed to enjoy those the most. Poppy scoffed at his next comment. Please. This place could use all the sparkles and unicorns in the world! Ministry of Magic? More like a graveyard! She was ready to take a seat when the man turned his attention to the girl at the door.



Mrs Pricklepot watched as the man reviewed the letter and when he looked at her she winked at him. His next words were everything Poppy was hoping for. Thank goodness! "Ooooh, a task!" She jumped up from her seat and pranced to the door without hesitation. Whatever it was, it was an excuse to get out of this funeral! Hopefully, it would take the whole meeting, and if it didn't she could always hide somewhere and return just a few minutes before it ended. Either way, she was not going to sit through this again. She waved goodbye at the gentlemen, and giggled as took the girl's (Lizzie's) arm, and left the office arm in arm with her. "Come on, darling!" She said squeezing her arm and probably intoxicating her with all her perfume she was wearing.

Lizzie shot a pleading look to the room, hoping someone would rescue her from UNICORNwoman's clutches. Anyone? She had to be saved! There was no way she could stand walking down seven floors with Prinklepickle. No way in hell. She would probably end up suffocating in the overwhelming stench of the stupid woman's perfume after about two minutes, anyway.

DARLING? No. Lizzie was not a 'darling'. She firmly detatched Prinklepickle from her arm and walked three paces ahead of the woman. That way, the smell from her perfume wasn't quite so bad.

Plymouth slipped in, admittedly late. He wore pressed dress robes, with a tie, and his shoes were unusually shiny. But most shiny of all was his giant grin. He hadn't really got to sit in on meetings at the Prophet, so a real meeting was fun. Or so he thought.


He eased in and sat at the back, not wanting to disrupt. Yet.

Again Hunter blinked rapidly at Poppy. Did she just...wink at him? Oh Merlin, this one was going to be trouble he could feel it in his bones. He took a deep breath and got himself together. He could handle this and Mrs Pricklepot.

Leaning back in his chair as Poppy flounced her way to the door, Hunter gave her a small wave. "We'll miss you darlin." Like a hole in the head. He gave the woman who had come down to collect Poppy a small sympathetic smile before turning his attention back to his fellow workers.


"Right. She's quite the lively one isn't she?" he said to no one in particular and heaving a relieved sigh that the woman was out of their hair for the moment. And just in time to see a new arrival enter and take a seat.

Hunter threw the lad a smile. "Hey. How's it going?"

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"Right. She's quite the lively one isn't she?" he said to no one in particular and heaving a relieved sigh that the woman was out of their hair for the moment. And just in time to see a new arrival enter and take a seat.

Hunter threw the lad a smile. "Hey. How's it going?"

Him? Plymouth? He looked over his shoulder, found no one, then returned the GRIN. "... great. I think. Did I interrupt? Sorry, you know? Was a little caught up at the Gates."

He readjusted his tie, unknowingly setting off center. "Did I need to get coffee or something?" Plymouth was QUITE sure of his role in these type meetings.

Hunter let out a little chuckle at the lad's reaction. "No need to apologise, we pretty much have only just got started."

Was it just him or did the lad seem kind of nervous? Of course he had been that way himself when he had first started. Putting down his quill, he rested his elbows onto the table and lent forward a little. "I think we're all capable of getting our own coffees. What I would like from you..." he looked down at the list of names he had in front of him...Plymouth, right? Is to help us with the task we have been assigned and that is to come up with some suggestions to help liven up the Ministry."

Annabeth was late, she quietly rushed in, "Sorry I'm late, urm, sorry, I got sort of lost." she said quietly, hoping that they would understand, she wasn't sure wether to sit down or wait to be asked, so she stood where she was, her bag very inconvinently split down the side and all of her quills and parchments, and her favourite book fell all over the floor, she haistedly gathered them up, but had lost almost half of her pens. Great start! Your late and you drop all of you stuff in the meeting! she told herself, she could feel her cheeks going red.

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Originally Posted by aussiegirl

Hunter let out a little chuckle at the lad's reaction. "No need to apologise, we pretty much have only just got started."

Was it just him or did the lad seem kind of nervous? Of course he had been that way himself when he had first started. Putting down his quill, he rested his elbows onto the table and lent forward a little. "I think we're all capable of getting our own coffees. What I would like from you..." he looked down at the list of names he had in front of him...Plymouth, right? Is to help us with the task we have been assigned and that is to come up with some suggestions to help liven up the Ministry."

Plymouth Wright? Nooo wrong. Plymouth Morgan.

He could be Plymouth Wright though. Wright was better than Wrong. So sure, why not.

.... his mind was wandering a bit, hehe, but he caught the gist. Liven up the Ministry.

"Tye-dye robes for all!" That'd be lively, no doubts about it. "And trampoline floors!" Also fun. "Endless donuts!"

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Annabeth was late, she quietly rushed in, "Sorry I'm late, urm, sorry, I got sort of lost." she said quietly, hoping that they would understand, she wasn't sure wether to sit down or wait to be asked, so she stood where she was, her bag very inconvinently split down the side and all of her quills and parchments, and her favourite book fell all over the floor, she haistedly gathered them up, but had lost almost half of her pens. Great start! Your late and you drop all of you stuff in the meeting! she told herself, she could feel her cheeks going red.

Did they need more than that? Ohhhh hello, new lady rushing in and dropping all her stuff. Plymouth dutifully got up to assist her and went crawling on hands and knees to gather up her lost quills and pens.

Mason blinked. What in the...?

"Trampoline floors?" He repeated, a little too mockingly. He tried to recover and cleared his throat. "I mean, don't you think that coulld be a little... dangerous? Mason could just imagine all the robed ministry workers bouncing through the corridors and spilling their coffee and puking their doughnuts.

Mason had his own ideas. He lifed his paper up slightly in front of him. " I was thinking more about plants and trees around the halls, more floral arrangements on tables and front desks. You know, just add some color to the place." He said with a slight nod.

Sterling nodded to each and everyone of his co-workers who walked in, and to the lady who could be his grandmother, when she walked out.

He tapped the feathered end of his quill to his smooth chin, and eyed his own ideas with detached interest. Did he have anything else to add? Not particularly, no. Everyone was suggesting adding plants to the Ministry in general, so Neil, after clearing his throat added, "I think we should add windows to this place. Obviously not real ones," They were underground, after all, "But I think they'd help people feel more..."

....Uhm, "Less, I mean. They'd make th--us feel less claustrophobic? This place can get awfully stuffy." And kind of... closed in. Clearly.

He squirmed on his seat, and felt the back of his neck heat up. "Stairs are also a good idea. People should stay in shape."