Annabell Layla Grace knocked on the door. She was new and didn't know what to do. So she decided to ask the Head of Magical Transportation. Then after a few words, Annabell will then know what to do. She hoped that she wasn't coming at a bad time for the Head. Annabell had no clue who the Head even was. She didn't even know if they were a man or woman, especially since there was no nameplate on the door.

What a shame, Annabell thought, That they have yet to buy nameplates for the doors. Maybe they had bought them but hadn't put them up. Or they haven't been delivered. Either way, there was no nameplate at all on the door. Only one that read Department Head of Magical Transportation. But the onlything that sign did was tell you that it was your boss' office. Not very informal.

Annabell waited for an answer. She bagan to think of her mother. Her warm hazel eyes and straight blond hair. her hourglass curves and fair skin. She was beautiful. And everyone that met her knew it. But not many pople know anymore. She was forgotten, along with Annabell's father. Ever since they died, they have faded away memories became hazy and faces smothered into nothingness.

Annabell brought her mind back to the present and stood patiently at the door, studying the way the nameplate looked.

Madison worked around her office, straightening and setting up different things. It was odd being in here, being the only one and all. She remembered the days that she sat just outside the office helping Lorraine some time before or coming to greet Bella on her new position. Never before did she dream of being in this position and she surely couldn't wait to tell Constantine.

As she cleaned and straightened, she heard a knock at the door. Her first knock. Her first guest. "Oh," she whispered to herself, walking over and opening it up to find her newest employee .

"Annabell," she spoke in her soft voice with a vibrant grin on her face. "Do come in and welcome to the department."

He had heard that the management of the floor had changed. Chad had spent the past half hour sitting in his office, chin resting on his fingers as he wondered if Bella had passed on the information; the request that had been made to her.

Now, he was approaching this woman's office...but she already had a visitor. Drat. Ah, he was patient. Heavens knew when he would get the chance to speak to her; might as well wait.

Madison was about to walk back over to her desk when someone else appeared. Someone she had not seen in...well...a very long time. What was his name? Gah! She was terrible with names sometimes. None-the-less...

"Hello," she greeted the gentleman with a smile. "May I help you?"

"Bonjour," he replied, nodding his head with a respectful incline. "It is nice to see you again, Madame Masterson." He smiled gently; the last time they had spoken, she had been Myers. Then she had gotten married to the rather moody looking Groundskeeper at the school.

"I have...an important matter to discuss with you. A rather private matter," he added, regarding her first visitor with a gentle gaze. "It is alright. I do not mind waiting." If patience meant complete privacy, then he'd take it.

Oh. Frenchman...Frenchman...Nope. Still couldn't remember his name. "Oh...err...yes...private," she said as she looked towards Annabell for a moment. "Dear if you don't mind waiting just outside for a moment, I will be right with you as I want to show you around the office as well as introduce you to your new colleagues."

Madison turned back to the gentleman and extended her hand to her office. "Do come in," she spoke with one hand on the doorknob. There was a part of her that was curious as to what the man needed to speak to her about and what Bella mistakenly forgot to pass along to her.

Chad smiled and then walked into her office. "Thank you," he said, then throwing a grin at her as he stepped into the middle of the room. "You do not remember me, do you?" He chuckled and then shrugged. "It has been a while..I do apologize for not keeping in touch. Chad Stryker," he threw in, seeing if that would jog her memory.

Madison shut the door behind the man and walked back to where he stood. "Ooohh, yes," she finally placed a name with his face. "I do remember your face, just...not the name." She extended her hand outward towards Mr. Stryker for a welcoming handshake. "Obviously, your memory is better than mine. I do apologize for not remembering. It is quite embarrassing.

But please, have a seat." She offered a chair that sat in front of her desk as her curiosity seemed to grow until she finally remembered the name. He was the one that placed the fliers out, he was also Department Head over Magical Creatures. YAY! Too many faces.

With a chuckle, he extended his hand out as well to shake hers. "Do not worry," he replied a few seconds after. "Not all of us can have the memory of an elephant...ah, thank you," he replied again, looking towards the seat she motioned to and sitting down in it.

He folded his hands together neatly and observed her for a few seconds. He liked her already; she seemed like a woman he could trust. "Did...Madame Greingoth happen to...mention anything to you before she left...regarding me? Or..something that involves myself?"

Madison raised her eyebrows towards Mr. Stryker. An elephant never forgets? HA! He was pretty sure of himself. And just a moment, just because she didn't remember his name didn't mean she couldn't remember other things...well things that were important to her. "Right," she semi-forced a grin on her face and moved to sit down in her own chair. This job was going to take some getting used too. A backbone was what she needed to take care of short comments she received.

She tsk'd and sighed as she took her seat. "I do apologize but Mrs. Greingoth has not informed me of any information involving yourself," she spoke as she straightened her clothing a bit. Right now she felt...dumb.

Chad stared for a second. "Non! I did not mean that I have a memory of an elephant. Please. Mine is more like the memory of a goldfish...only a little bit better. I was not trying to be mean..." Doof.

"Well...I guess I am glad that she did not say anything. We did ask her to keep this quiet. She has done very well," he smiled, leaning back in his chair. How to...go about this? "You have, undoubtedly, heard the rumors concerning the Minister and I?"

Madison looked up from saving the creases in her outfit to give the man a blank stare. The last time she kept up with a Minister's personal background, she was not impressed by any means. "Umm..." she began shaking her head slowly back and forth in a no answer. "I pay no attention to rumors as they are what they are, a rumor. Why? Am I....supposed too know something?" She felt like she was playing twenty questions with the man but really, she had no clue what the man was speaking of. She kept to herself and that was that.

Chad smiled. Good, an unswayed mind. "Well...allow me to give you a quick summary? There is a buzz floating about that there is something going on between the Minister and I." He smiled and lowered his voice a little, leaning in, "and let me say...it is true." He shrugged and leaned back again, "our positions make it...difficult to just be open about it, you know?"

Madison raised her brows once again, this time she couldn't believe what she was hearing. With another forced smile, she wondered why Mr. Stryker took it upon himself to enlighten her of the situation she knew nothing about.

"Tea?" She stood up and walked over to where a small tea kettle laid with a few clean cups distributed around the porcelain antique that was given to her by her mother for a 'Job Well Done' so to speak. She poured herself a cup then halfway turned towards Mr. Stryker with a smile.

"Do pardon me, Mr. Stryker but, where do I come into play, so to speak?" Was she to keep the secret that everyone knew to be a rumor just that, a rumor? And why did he come in to tell her at such a time? Questions were being raised but she didn't dare ask...just yet.

"Oh, please," he smiled in response to if he wanted tea. And now she wanted to know what part she played; excellent. "Madame Greingoth was kind enough to fulfill a little request of ours. Mademoiselle Taylor and I decided that the only...safe way to visit each other out of work is by floo. I was wondering...if you be just as willing as to...keep the records of activity between our houses on the...down low."

Ohhhhh! So there was a part she played in this...secret charade. Madison poured the man a cup of tea. "Sugar? Cream?" She didn't know how the man liked his tea, there was only one person she needed to keep up with.

"I have no issues with keeping things on the...down-low, so you say." Whatever that meant. Was she out of the hip hop craze? "Just tell me this, how did Mrs. Greingoth keep it from the Floo employees?"

"Oh nothing please." Chad had a fondness of straight tea, no alterations. "And...I apologize, but I have no idea about Madame Greingoth's methods. I wish I did...anything to make what I am asking you to do a bit easier. Perhaps, I can contact her for you and ask her her ways?"

Madison picked up the tea cup and kindly brought it over to where Mr. Stryker was sitting. "Here you are," she spoke in a gentle voice then turned to make her way towards her own chair.

"No, that is fine. I'll speak to Mrs. Greingoth myself." Truth be known, she missed her already even though she was still within the Ministry, just not within her department any more. "I will find out all the necessities to keep your..." she took a drink feeling a little awkward about the situation if the truth be known "...secret."

"Ah, merci," he smiled accepting the cup from her and holding it in his lap to let it cool a little bit. He nodded a few times when she said she would take care of matters with the Greingoth woman. But, he couldn't help but feel a tension in the air. He mused over it a little as he finally lifted the cup to his lips and took a small sip.

"Nice tea," he commented before continuing with, "I really wish we did not have to ask you to remain so..hush-hush about this. But, the Daily Prophet is very good at sticking their nose in where it does not belong. I apologize for being an incovenience," he smiled sadly, taking another sip from the cup.

"Thank you," Madison spoke as she took another drink of her tea, carefully placing the cup back to it's saucer. "My husband is rather fond of tea." Well, and of course her mother, but that was not the topic of discussion at the moment.

"Yes. Speaking of hush-hush...with all respect, especially towards the Minister, herself, I am not exactly fond of the situation...at the moment." That came out wrong. "Let be better explain myself, Mr. Stryker.

"What you and the Minister do on your own time is between the two of you," she began with another sip of her tea. "I understand that...situations being as they are...er...prove to be a little..." what would be a good vocabulary word to use at this moment? "...tough, but you do realize that you are asking me to...hide the truth." She took another sip of her tea, already not liking what her position consisted of. "To lie."

Annabell left the room. Of course she had to leave. Even though she was there first. It seemed childish but she grew up on the terms 'First come first serve'. As she left the room her golden hair swept out behind her.

Annabell did not like that man at all. He was rude. He shouldn't have randomly come in and get her kicked out. She had half a mind to just leave and not come back. But she didn't. She would talk to te Head about it if the Head ever thought she was important enough to talk to. She would probably find someone else to talk to.

Then, Annabell sighed to herself and leaned against the wall. First come, first kicked out, she thought darkly to herself.

OOC: DuckE, your character is not in the office. In one of the earlier posts, Madison has asked your character to wait outside. If you could edit accordingly, that would be fantastic. =) So, she's heard none of this conversation.

Chad sighed and looked down at the cup in his hands, swirling the contents around gently. After a few seconds, he looked back up and around her office, allowing the silence between them to linger a bit. He took a sip, his eyes finally moving back to her. Honestly, he had nothing else to say. All he had was a simple request, one that had been going along so well, so far.

"Forget it then," he said finally. "If you feel opposed to my request, then who am I to force it upon you? I apologize for taking up your time...and thank you for the tea." He stood up and extended his hand for her to shake. "Oh, and can you perhaps let your husband know to keep his eyes open for the werewolf? We still haven't managed to find him yet.

"Have a good day," he smiled, turning around and heading towards her office. "Oh, and congratulations on your new position." With that, he opened the office door again and spotted the employee standing outside. "Oh, she is all yours now. Sorry for cutting in." And off he went, back to the forth floor.

Annabell did not pay attention to his apology, even though it seemed she did. Annabell smiled and stepped in. So the Head was a girl. She had to be a new Department Head because the office felt so empty except for a few pictures. It looked as if she was all alone in such a lonesome room. To Annabell, the Head looked like her name should be Madison.

"Hello Miss", Annabell said, "I'm not quite sure what to do. It's my first day." Her cheeks pinkened slightly to her embarrassment. She wasn't used to being at the ministry. It felt odd, being the employee when she was the boss at her last job. Nonetheless, she had to work her way up and do her best.

Even though there were two people in the room, it still seemed uninhabited. Annabell listen to their conversation...barely. She was only waiting for the Head to tell her what she should do. Annabell wanted to get to work fast. She wasnted to be a good employee. One that could climb her way to the top, and no one mind her passing them up.

Awww! Maybe she was a little harsh but Madison knew she had every right to ask as many questions as she could. The only thing she didn't want to happen was the Minister to turn out a flake like the last one they had. It was her first assignment and already she had failed at making someone happy. This could be fun.

But when he stood up and placed his cup of tea down, her eyes widened. "I-I," she tried to speak but this rude man was being hard-headed in not giving her a chance. Just because he said something didn't mean it was true and how did she know HE was telling the truth. She would definitely be speaking to the Minister about this...and his attitude and...

She stopped breathing momentarily as he dared to mention Constantine. A lost werewolf? She gasped, placing her hand to her chest as the man dashed out of her office. Apparently he accomplished what he wanted from the way she treated him as now things were turned around and SHE was the one who was now hurt and branded. Neo was in trouble at the school and could be killed by a werewolf and yet, this man treated that statement as if it were nothing.

HAVE A GOOD DAY????? Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

Madison ran over to the door, trying to catch up with Mr. Stryker. She had more questions. THIS WAS HER FAMILY! She was just about to scream at him to halt when she completely forgot for just a second that she had a new employee waiting on her. Her eyes began to fill with water, a cross between anger and fear as her eyes glared in the direction of where that insufferable man walked towards.

She sighed, pressing out the front of her black robes as if she were calming herself down. She was not at home where she could scream and act a fool for no one to see her but rather she was at work where she had to keep things professional.

"I'm so-sorry about that," she spoke trying her best to calm down. "Now, Mrs. Grace, allow me to show you around the office." She sniffled trying her best to keep her emotions under control but it was so hard. Her love was in trouble and yet there was nothing she could do about it...unless...

"Mrs. Grace, let me take you to your new office and introduce you to your new employees. It seems as though there are...some things I need to discuss with the Minister." Number one being that...that Mr. Stryker's attitude.