Amelia noticed Nathan slide quietly into the office and into his chair and gave him a cheeky grin, glad he was back. "Welcome back! You've not missed much, but I think you got back at just the right moment. I think we are off to the pub. Work related of course! "


"Yeah, you are far too critical of yourself," Amelia praised him. "Two detained and everyone got out alive, sounds like a success to me, an excuse to celebrate at the pub if ever I heard one. It's a shame we are going whilst on duty, or else I would have bought you a drink to celebrate." She noticed he wasn't holding his arm in a normal way and thought to herself there was more to it than he was letting on, but it was his business and he would deal with it in the way he felt best, she thought.

"That sounds good enough to me," Amelia chirped, as if that settled it. "I suppose the more of us there are, it will look like it is just an 'after work outing' rather than anything else." It had only been the first day, but Amelia was really liking the signs that the MLES were going to be a tight knit group. And with Dmitry adding to the mix, the first mission was all set for a success!

"Brilliant, let's get started then" Amelia replied as she stood up, getting ready to go to the Raven's Claw. She rearranged her robes again, trying not to fidget, and then made for the door.


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Samantha walked to the desk of the Magical Lew Enforcement Squad office, she had already met the young woman, Amelia, who worked here and knew that this matter was one which would need to be referred here, that it was out of the hands of the Department of Magical Education to do anything about it. "Hello, Amelia," she said. I brought Cloe here with me, we are both here to tell you about a student whose life is being threatened at Hogwarts. Her parents have been killed already, and lately she herself has received very threatening notes and is in fear for her life. She needs your protection and help." Samantha waited for Cloe to join her so they could continue.

Somewhat disgruntled after the start of the day, and the fact her housemates had decided to hide her stuff as a celebration of the job meaning she hadn't left when she'd hoped to, Apha cautiously made her way towards the desks she could see. Making her way to one not far from where she was stood, she balanced a tea in her left hand and the Prophet in her right. Carefully setting them down on a desk, she combed her fingers through her long, blonde hair.

So this was where she'd be working. As her green eyes took it in, she slipped off her jacket, revealing the blouse she was wearing underneath and the green scarf she wore around her neck. Placing the jacket neatly next to the Prophet, she took a seat. The twenty three year old placed her head in her hands for a moment, trying to wake herself up, momentarily forgetting about the tea. Stupid girls, she thought in reference to her housemates as she lifted her head again.

Picking up the cup, she took a sip before putting it back down, her eyes once again scanning her surroundings.

At the sound of somebody walking in, Apha looked up, smiling. Pushing her hair behind her ear, she stood up. 'Hello,' she said, in her slight French accent. 'You might be able to help me. I am Aphrodite Ajuila, and I just got a job here. Zis is ze Magical Law Enforcement Squad, yes?'

She hoped she'd found the right office. If not, she'd have to go through all this again, and the girls - well, she didn't want to think about the girls. Taking her mind off the matter, she pulled at one of her three necklaces nervously.

Watching the other man walk into the office, Apha couldn't help but hear when he said "Divison Head". She bit her lip, wondering if she had to talk to him when she was free, as she'd done in Germany. But he was busy now, so she decided to leave it until the other woman had finished. She turned back to the man who'd come in first.

He smiled warmly hearing the woman’s accent. Nathan loved the French. He had spent an extended period in the bohemian quarter of Paris on his world travels - he could have happily settled there forever. “It is indeed.” He replied in his soft Scottish brogue.

“This is wonderful. We can certainly use and extra pair of hands around here.” She seemed a little nervous and looked almost as prepared for the job as Nate had been first thing this morning. He wanted to make her feel at ease - the MLES were a pretty laid back bunch mostly. “Pleased to meet you, Aphrodite. I’m Nathan" he extended his hand in welcoming, "and this is Nicoli.” --he gestured to the smarter, professional looking wizard -- “Our head of department. …Why don’t you choose a desk and Nicoli will be with you soon.” He looked over at Nicoli who was still busy with the woman from Magical Education. He wondered where Amelia had got to. Perhaps he better go and check on her and Mr Flooing. “Can I get you a cuppa while you wait, love?”

Relieved that she had indeed found the correct place, Apha relaxed slightly. 'An extra pair of hands?' she asked, raising en eyebrow. 'Is it just ze two of you, or are zere others?' She looked around, as if expecting to see more people sat at the desks, before looking back at Nathan.

'Call me Apha, please. Everyone does,' she chuckled softly, hating the name her mother had picked out for her when she was younger. Stretching out her hand to shake his, she glanced over at the man he'd said was named Nicoli. He didn't look that much older than Apha herself - neither did Nathan. Again, Apha relaxed. The last job she'd had in the German Ministry, she'd been the youngest by a good five years, if not more.

Picking up her cup of tea, she smiled at Nathan. 'My friends sent me prepared,' she told him. 'But thank you for ze offer.'

Apha took a seat at the desk she'd put her things down on again, watching him. 'Just ze four of us now? How many cases do you normally get?' she asked, curious as to how the three of them had managed to take on cases. 'And disorganised? It can't be too bad.'

She picked up the cup of tea and took a sip. Once she'd swallowed it, she resisted the temptation to laugh. 'Good friends? Well, zey are sometimes.' When they weren't hiding things in the mornings. 'Err . . . Northern France. I was born in Paris, and lived zere until I was seventeen.' She shrugged casually.

'What about you? You have a slight accent. Not French, but . . . Scottish?' she asked, trying to pick out the soft accent.