"Oh, how cool! That is an awesome note, did you create that yourself?" Liz asks, with a grin.

"Even though I look old to you, I'm still a kid at heart," Liz says with a laugh.

Liz starts sorting stuff out and sticking it into her bag, that she pulled out of her drawer.

"Hmmm, I won't need this any longer. Do you need a memo tracker? I have an additional one, at home. I received this when I started here, and just stuck with this one. But don't really need it."

"No...My Aunt is good with charms and things so she made the note. And I suspect the snitch was her doing as well. I played Seeker for Gryfindor when I was in school. We won the house cup every year I played. Flying is what I love to do. My dad was a Seeker back in his school days. Thats the only thing I have left of him."

"Oh wow...thanks, yeah if your sure you want me to have it. Thanks!"

Rowan smiled and then turned back to her snitch. She signed. Memories from past Quidditich matches were playing through her mind.

I really should be working instead of playing...although I really don't have anything to do yet. She thought.

The memo managed to float through the slightly ajar door, and drifted about the room in search of Ms. Cromwell. It looked to be a bit of a showoff plane as it did many spins and loops, tricks that are mastered by a man who has been forced to send a lot of memo's throughout his life. After a moment or two, he spotted the one that was Ms. Cromwell and circled her head a few times, before hovering in midair, right in front of her face. Obviously, it was waiting for her to pick it up and read.

The memo read as follows...

Teal nodded when Drago told him to let him know whenever duty called, little did he know that this would be soon; as in the next five minutes. "Of course." he said, naturally, and smiled to Allison Boggs as she approached them. Watching Drago introduce himself was something quite extraordinary in this day in time. Allison seemed flattered and Teal smiled inwardly as this assured that they would make a great duo within the unit.

When Teal was asked by Allison what they were supposed to be doing, Teal briefly scratched the back of his neck and went on. "We are still just getting ready for the convention. As of late, the werewolf classification system has been a mess and we all need to help make new modifications. So basically, for now, it's all quite boring." he mused, before telling them the good news. "But I just recieved a report this morning that pack of unidentified werewolf have escaped into the Forbidden Forest outside of Hogworts. Right after the convention, it looks like we are going to have to make a treck over there to contain them." he said with a blank expression. He knew this was the dangerous aspect of the job, but it was also what they lived and breathed for.

Drago's heart seemed to leap, though it didn't show outwardly. "I see. I may need a small briefing, however, unless this is not a live capture." He cleared his throat, his next thoughts going to his greenhouses and gardens. How far was the Forbidden Forest from them? If the pack trampled his private garden... well, that would turn interesting. "Anyhow, I assume that will be taken care of. Work before play: What all is required of this unit for the convention? And what are we doing to modify the classification system?"

Teal smiled nodded when Drago said that he would need to be briefed. Briefing was always very important for having the best results and optimal safety; just the thought excited Teal even. He hadn't had werewolf trouble in years it seemed. "Yes of course." Teal said with a small smile, this was definitely life capture.

Drago seemed to be contemplating something, so Teal sneaked in a sip from his coffee mug as he asked what their unit's role could be in the convention. "The only thing this unit has to worry about in terms of the convention is the Werewolf Classification System. This has become an international issue, whether or not a werewolf should be classified as a Beast, or Being. There are so many different arguements, as I'm sure you know, but we need to discuss and come up with a solution to present before the foriegn Ministers." Teal finished with a businesslike nod of the head. "Tomorrow there is going to be a meeting in the conference room between Werewolf Capture and Werewolf Registry. I'll adress the problem and we can work from there." Teal said professionally, looking down at his watch and realizing that he probably needed to start heading towards level six sometime soon.

"Understood," he nodded. "Is there anything else, Mr. Andrus?"

Teal thought for a moment, and he was pretty sure that he had covered the highlights. "I think so." he said with a nod, "I have to run, but be looking for a memo later in the day giving out the time and date of the conference." he exclaimed, taking two steps towards the door before turning around again. "And please, call me Teal." he said with a friendly smile as he departed for the door and down corridor.

He nodded once more as Teal left then turned to Allison. "Are entire packs a common occurrence here, or are we usually doing single captures?"

"I was personally better at Transfiguration." Liz says with a smile.

"It helps a lot though being a metamorphmagus. I was never able to change my appearance very well using the transfiguration spells," Liz says with a laugh. "Apparantly my niece has the same problem, she didn't do well on the test last term on changing her appearance with the spell they used. She kind of turned her hair a bright green instead of the brown she was supposed to do.

Finishing up cleaning up her desk. Liz looks out the window that they had managed to get to match the outside weather. "I hope you enjoy working here as much as I did." She says wistfully.

"We were finally able to get the head, to allow us a window that matches the outside weather, though we are below the ground." Liz finishes with a small laugh.

"I suppose I should head down to the 9th level. I will definitely come back to visit!" Liz says picking up her laptop, and placing it inside her bag, and placing the bag on her shoulder.

"Well good luck! And drop me a letter sometime." Rowan smiled. Just then a memo came flying through the room. It did a series of spins and rotations until it found who it was looking for. I came to hover right in front of her and face. She grabbed the note and began to read.

Well, this certainly does give me something to do. Classifications huh? She thought.

Rowan reached down to retrieve her hand bag. She reached into her bag and after fishing around for a bit she found her laptop. She sat the laptop down on her desk and set to work. All other things fled from her mind as idea after idea came to her head. Her hands flew across the keyboard as she put her thoughts into straight forward sentences.

"Good bye, and I'll make sure to send you a note once in awhile!"

Looking around the room wistfully one last time, Liz walks out of the room and heads towards the lifts.

Allison listened quietly to the duo talk, nodding as Teal explained the conference the next day. “Right.” She murmured to herself before hearing Drago speak. “Not exactly common, but it isn’t the first time we’ve had to deal with it.” She shrugged. “We get a little of everything.” Ah, the fun of her unit.

Stepping into the capture unit office, Liz is hoping to see Allison and Joseph. She was wanting to say good-bye before her transferring. Especially after all the work they had done together finding Hermann Kern.

Rowan looks up at the sound of the door. Only just realizing that Liz had left and she was officially the only person in the office. Heaving a sigh, Rowan got up to stretch. Reaching inside her robes, she found her wand. With a graceful flicker of her wand, she conjured a bottle of water. Unscrewing the cap, Rowan downed half the bottle in one gulp. Sighing, she sat back down at her desk to continue working.

What have I gotten myself into. She thought.

"I imagine not. I simply find werewolf packs to be an... interesting occurrence." He looked over as someone else walked into the room. She appeared to be looking for someone, so he stepped to the side in order to give her a better view.

Allison shrugged. “Hey, things get weird but that’s just the nature of our job isn’t it?” She was moving to sit back down when she heard the door open. She smiled broadly at Liz as she entered, leaning back against her desk. “Haven’t seen you in a while. Why’ve you been such a stranger?” She asked.

"Hello, Allison! Life has been so busy especially here at the ministry, I guess," Liz says with a smile.

"I've come to say good-bye for now, actually. I've been transferred. I'm going to level 9! But I do not plan on becoming a stranger, never coming to visit. Especially with all of you I've come to know, while working up here!"

Drago could have laughed. As it was, he gained a highly amused look. "Becoming an Unspeakable, are we? Merlin help you. I just transferred from there. I certainly hope you get a more interesting assignment than I had."

Turning toward the gentlman that was speaking to her. Liz nods her head.

"Is it that much different from this area?" Liz asks.

"Depends on where you're at, I'm sure. Slade got the high life of the Death Room, I was stuck studying planets. I will say there's much more to... discover, there. If you know what you're looking for." He caught himself and took a step closer, holding a hand out to her. "Pardon, I've forgotten my manners. Drago Carracio, though I was better known as an Unspeakable as Armand Erikson, in case you reference me. I've changed my name only recently."

Allison chuckled softly. “Really? Well good luck to you with that.” She smiled, lifting herself up on her hands and sitting on her desk. She listened to the other two talk, leaning back on her hands, shuffling the papers on her desk.

Shaking his hand, Liz introduces herself "My name is Lizbeth Merelda, or Liz if you will"

"It looks like they put me in the the Hall of Prophecy. It looks like it might be fun. But anything in level 9, looks and sounds ominous really." Liz says with a slightly differentiated look.

As she shook his hand, he took a moment to politely take it to his lips and kiss her knuckles, much the same as he did with Allison. "A pleasure."

"The Hall of Prophecy? Interesting. I've been around a few seers in my life. I have to say prophecy is overrated, though it can be quite entertaining. I wish you the best."

"Why thank you!" Liz says with a smile.

"I have never met a true seer, myself. So I'm not too sure what to think of the prophecies yet. But we'll see."