Text Cut: Kendra
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If there was one good thing that came out of the debacle that was the impeachment of Nickels, Kendra would say that it was her promotion to Department Head of Magical Transportation. To be fair though, she knew the two weren’t technically related and she had fully expected to rise through the ranks during her time at the Ministry regardless. And now that she had, she was eager to get started in her new role.
And today's order of business would be to mingle at the cocktail hour and perhaps put a few names with faces that she hadn't done before. She knew how beneficial networking could be, even if these Ministry functions weren't always her favorite. She could make do for one night and put on a professional face though.
She found herself a drink, nodding to the younger woman (Sam) getting her own champagne. Something about her made her pause and look at her a moment, but the young woman was heading off before she could say anything. She soon made her own way through the crowd, her glass in one hand. Kendra wasn't looking for anyone in particular, even if she was hoping to get a jump start on introducing herself to her employees. Taking a sip of wine, she slowed her gait as she neared a man (Bear) standing alone and off by one of the walls, and she gave him a small but friendly smile. "Not into these meet and greets either?"
Cocktail hour was the perfect Ministry orientation or beginning of the year event or whatever you wanted to call it, if you asked Milo. He enjoyed being social, and this seemed more like a casual get-together than some boring meeting or overblown getaway.
He spotted some of his co-workers and lifted his hand in greeting as he strode past. He'd say hello to them later; right now he was interested in food and drink. Wine would do just fine and he grabbed himself a glass.
"Pardon me, Miss," he nodded to the woman (Eliora) he recognized vaguely as an employee in a different department before reaching past her. He prided himself on minding his manners. "Oh... are all of these sandwiches vegan?" He mentioned aloud to no one really in particular as he helped himself to a few of the mini sandwiches marked with that description. Not that he minded that much, but he often found that option to be somewhat tasteless.
Bear started as someone began to talk to him, breaking him out of his thoughts.
"Ah," he looked around a bit nervously,
"no, I suppose you could say that. You're in the same boat?"
He pulled at his tie absentmindedly, a habit that dated back to his days as a first-year at Hogwarts, where he'd been the most anxious Gryffindor around. He supposed there must be some part of him that was bold or courageous, but it seemed that it was buried very, very deep. (In fact, he wondered some days if the Sorting Hat hadn't made a mistake with him. Oh, well.)