"Sounds like a great idea, I will tell Joey that you will owl her when the babies are born" she told Jaime.

He nodded and bowed. "Of course. I shall meet with you after work. Be well, my dear." And of course, he finally returned to his desk. Which was rather sparse, as he kept very few personal relics at work and preferred to be efficient in his work.

"Tell her that that i have Eddie owl her" with a smile.jamie got her bags and head home."Cya Late Kat".

Its possible that the man caught the tail end of her sentence as he walked away, and was simply suppressing his retort. A faint smirk on his lips. Could she not see the organization amongst the chaos. It was there, one just had to look. Hard.

Though it would be cleaner tomorrow. A few of the papers would be filed when he finished today's work. The raven treats and perch, red coffee mug, and pictures, along with a desk calender that was covered with parchments were permanent fixtures of Nikos' desk. He doubted the woman would ever see his desk top clean.

He glanced at her briefly before letting his gaze drift to his desk. Oh well. Plopping into his chair, he ran his hand through the back of his hair, tugging at the ends. Where to start.

From in her quiet, dark cubicle, Elinor could hear the overlapping conversations outside. She turned her back slightly to the open doorway, scribbling away at her paperwork. She didn't have a single clock in her cubicle, and had secured her pocketwatch away in her overcoat, which hung from a small coat-hook by the entrance to the cubicle, but knew it would soon be lunchtime. She'd stay here. Food meant relaxation, and relaxation meant no distractions, and no distractions meant thoughts. Thoughts were bad.

Picking up the cold tea again, she pursed her lips for a sip. Then she heard someone introduce themselves as 'James'. As though she had touched a live wire, Elinor jerked, the last remnants of the hours-old tea leaping from the cup as her arm spazmed. She dropped the cup in shock, but it didn't break against the carpeting. Elinor froze.

A good thirty seconds went by. Then she blinked slowly. She fingered the ring on her left hand with her thumb. Reaching to the holster inside her boots, she withdrew her wand, passing it quickly over the spill, vanishing it instantly. She replaced her wand, then quietly turned back to her desk, picking up the papers once more.

Ryanne entered the office area she wasnt very excited about how the converstation ended with Nikos so she took a long way and now she was back. Maybe he wouldnt see her when she came in but she doubted that he was facing in her direction. She took a sip of her coffee and passed by him to her desk. She stopped at his desk. "I didnt mean to run off like that" She said " I was alittle nervous talking to you because I find you attractive and I didnt want it to get wierd. Even though I think that ship has sailed already." She laughed looking down at his desk which he had begin to straighten. It was a mess " How about this we start over. Im going to help you with your desk. Then I can really talk without being stupid. Im not taking a no from you."

Violet stormed into the office. It took all of her might not to slam the door shut behind her. Biting her lip, she walked all the way to the back of the room and sat down hard in a chair. Today, work was the last place she wanted to be, yet here she was. If it wasn't already evident, Violet was having a very bad day.

She crossed both her arms and her legs and fumed in silence for a moment. Then she started taking deep breaths. In. Out. In Out. Be. Calm. Sh needed to keep it under control. She needed to keep up a good image as division head.

While entering in his usual manner, stooped over as not to disturb his rather large hat, Warren knew that he wouldn't be welcomed back warmly. The ministry wanted to keep him on a short leash, and being the kind of dog he was, he tested their limits at any available opportunity.

"Please, do not rush to come greet me. I know how sorely I was missed." Though deeply bitter, the tall man was rather jovial on the outside. A dose of mirth to wash down his pride as he returned to his desk.

She wondered who was the head of her department so she could get started on some work.

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Violet stormed into the office. It took all of her might not to slam the door shut behind her. Biting her lip, she walked all the way to the back of the room and sat down hard in a chair. Today, work was the last place she wanted to be, yet here she was. If it wasn't already evident, Violet was having a very bad day.

She crossed both her arms and her legs and fumed in silence for a moment. Then she started taking deep breaths. In. Out. In Out. Be. Calm. She needed to keep it under control. She needed to keep up a good image as division head.

Drago had looked up from his work to see Violet, not looking particularly... cheerful. Concerned, he watched her as she sat and seemed to... fume. "Is everything alright?"

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While entering in his usual manner, stooped over as not to disturb his rather large hat, Warren knew that he wouldn't be welcomed back warmly. The ministry wanted to keep him on a short leash, and being the kind of dog he was, he tested their limits at any available opportunity.

"Please, do not rush to come greet me. I know how sorely I was missed." Though deeply bitter, the tall man was rather jovial on the outside. A dose of mirth to wash down his pride as he returned to his desk.

"Why yes, you were," Drago smirked, seeing past the man's facade now that he had more experience in who he truly was. "After all, I need someone like you about." The tone was slightly degrading, though in a playful manner, which he hoped Warren caught.

Violet looked up and over at the direction from which the voice that cut through her inner tirade had come. "Oh..." she said. "Yeah, yeah. Just having a bad day," she grumbled shortly. Well. If her irk showed on the outside...then it was probably too much.

Elbow resting on his cluttered desk, hand lost in his dark locks, Nikos lazily flipped through one of the files on his desk. An assignment that he had completed recently and was finishing up the paperwork on. Hearing a voice, and realizing that someone was standing beside him, he let his hand slide from his hair to the side of his face, brown eyes looking up at the young woman. "Its quiet alright," he reassured with a smile. "I think we're better off as friends, don't you?"

Eyes narrowing slightly, he glanced at his desk before his expression changed to a lighter tone. "No thanks, my desk is fine." Just how he liked it really, the man couldn't work on an organized desk. "We can still talk though."

Fingers gripped the top of his chair, but he refused to sit. His life was supposed to be about fun and freedom, being shackled to a desk was only marginally better than being locked away in the magical mad house. "Of course you need me. I get results. Which I will continue to do, lest you throw me back into that dark hole I was locked away in." Warren retorted in a similar tone to Drago.

"And let us not get started on my absence." Taking that top hat off his bald head, mister Dunwich put it bottom-up on his desk, plunging his arm in about elbow deep. "..had to take a few weeks off to find our surly friend here some flowers." Coincidentally, he removed some blue violets from his hat, and took a glass of water from a random desk, before placing the flowers and the makeshift vase on Violet's desk.

"A happy workplace is a productive workplace, correct?"

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Violet looked up and over at the direction from which the voice that cut through her inner tirade had come. "Oh..." she said. "Yeah, yeah. Just having a bad day," she grumbled shortly. Well. If her irk showed on the outside...then it was probably too much.

"Happens. Let me know if you need to talk." He gave her a comforting smile.

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Fingers gripped the top of his chair, but he refused to sit. His life was supposed to be about fun and freedom, being shackled to a desk was only marginally better than being locked away in the magical mad house. "Of course you need me. I get results. Which I will continue to do, lest you throw me back into that dark hole I was locked away in." Warren retorted in a similar tone to Drago.

"And let us not get started on my absence." Taking that top hat off his bald head, mister Dunwich put it bottom-up on his desk, plunging his arm in about elbow deep. "..had to take a few weeks off to find our surly friend here some flowers." Coincidentally, he removed some blue violets from his hat, and took a glass of water from a random desk, before placing the flowers and the makeshift vase on Violet's desk.

"A happy workplace is a productive workplace, correct?"

He chuckled softly. "Indeed it is. It is good to have you back. And as Ms. Cross is on indefinite leave, you only have to deal with me. Just your luck."

Though, quietly, as he moved closer, he said, "if you ever need to talk about it, let me know." And this, of course, was genuine. The look in his eyes also showed a certain amount of concern without pity. He believed the man could handle his own upon return, though he also knew there were just times when you needed more than the ear of your therapist.

Erica walked back in after the Department Head meeting down at the Ministers office. She wasn't sure how it was she should be feeling. The meeting was...daresay eventful and there were somethings she had to do before the "inspections" began. So the Blonde smiled warily at her employees, taking in a deep breath and then watching them closely. What was it she was actually meant to do? The security was fine right? Well she hoped it was, she wasn't entirely sure how secure her department was being only new herself.

"We may be getting a visitor soon" the Thirty One year old piped up finally, her voice clear and loud.

Apparently, he had chosen a bad day to do paper work. All he had really accomplished was chatting with his coworkers and meeting his new boss. No paperwork that he had intended to be at least halfway done with by now. And now they were probably getting visitors. Sigh. He wouldn't be fishing today.

Leaning back in his chair, he turned away from Ryanne and let his eyes settle on the Department Head. "Human visitor, creature, or both?" It was a valid question. This was the Magical Creatures Department, and she hadn't stated whether this mystery visitor was human or not. Or if it was multiple visitors. Hm.

Drago looked over from his talks, standing a little straighter as he did so. "Visitor?" He looked over her expression, her posture... and almost looked deeper than that, but refrained. "What sort of visitor is it that has you so worked up? And how can we help prepare?"

"That would involve me admitting that I need help.." Crossing paths with Drago on his way back to his desk, Warren peered at him, looking for some sort of motive behind his kindness.

Back at his desk, he gently removed his milky white rabbit from his hat. The creature's fur a stark contrast against the darkly clad man. "..and I don't see that being very likely."

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"That would involve me admitting that I need help.." Crossing paths with Drago on his way back to his desk, Warren peered at him, looking for some sort of motive behind his kindness.

Back at his desk, he gently removed his milky white rabbit from his hat. The creature's fur a stark contrast against the darkly clad man. "..and I don't see that being very likely."

You just did, Drago thought to the other man, not looking as though he'd taken his attention from the Department Head. Though he wasn't about to say it out loud if no one else had caught it.

You are too soft, Armand.

I'm not soft, I'm... sociable, he lied... to the voice in his head. Oh dear Merlin his sanity was slipping.

Just how do you think that works?

I don't know! Though he could remember the conversation with Slade back then: 'How much of a liar do you think I am?' 'Less of one than I am.' That memory was always painful... the tone of Slade's voice back then.

Remember, Armand, you are too soft to those you get close to. You want to rebuild yourself; keep yourself in check.

I know.

It wasn't like she had anything to worry about though was it? She wasn't scared of this guy. True his nickname was the Ghost or whatever but still, she had every confidence in the Ministry anyway and well, you can misjudge someone on first appearance can't you? So instead of getting everyone else worried, Erica turned her frown into a smile.

"Human. Most definitely human" well at least that was what she thought. "A fellow Department Head in fact" Erica turned her attention to the two who had spoken to her. "The head of security. He's just doing some routine checks..." What it was he was looking for she wasn't sure. But as long as her Department looked presentable there wasn't really a lot she could do.

"Just make sure your all organised and look busy. Leave the speaking to me... Unless of course he speaks to you" she replied with a small wink. He WAS coming though right? That was what the minister had said.

His composure did not wane, though he took a brief glance to Warren. Head of Security? Why could he possibly need to be here? What was his purpose? There were plenty of other people who could do routine checks on their progress... security meant something was wrong or they were suspicious of something. And why should they worry about talking with the individual? Something had to be up.

He nodded to her with a reassuring smile. "Do not worry, my dear. We shall all do as we should be doing: our best. And this inspection will just breeze by without incident." And here he watched her reaction. Any tension, any flick of the eyes... It was here that would tell him if they did actually have something to worry about.

Violet's eyebrows shot up ever so sightly. Somehow, she hadn't even noticed the other man. And now he was giving her flowers. The small act of kindness touched her. "Why, thank you, Mr. Dunwich," she said. "That's very sweet of you. And you are correct; a happy workspace is a productive one."
Violet smiled back at Drago. "Aw, thanks. It's nothing serious...just lots of small things all piled up at once. But I appreciate the offer."

Nikos hadn't picked up on her demeanor until now, papers slipping through his fingers to rest on his desk as he turned his full body to face Erica. Least it was human though. "The head of security?" He repeated questionably, more to himself than the creatures head. When did they do routine check. He'd been working in the ministry for over a year now and they had never done any sort of security checks before. Seemed a bit odd to the twenty-seven year old. Hm.

His lips twitched into a smirk. Leave the talking to her, he could do that. "Yes, ma'am." He gently nodded his head once. Though...the organized part might take a bit of work if she was including his desk in that statement. He still had work that needed to be done, and his desk wouldn't be her definition of organized until he finished it. Letting out an inaudible sigh, he ran his hand through his hair, tugging at the ends on the back of his head.

Warren's first reaction was to glare at Violet, as if she stuck him with a barb. "Oh.." Quickly averting his gaze, the tall man looked down at the little rabbit he cradled in his arms. "She was not being sarcastic, was she?" He whispered to his pet, the creature lifting a ear to listen.

"Do you know anything about this security check, rabbit? I have been behaving myself, so they must be after you. I told you to stop going through other people's lunches, but do you ever listen to me?" The fluffy creature looked up at Warren, perking up it's other ear. "No, you don't. And do not get cute with me. Save it for the head of security, you will need it."

"Yeah friends" she said and gae slight smile out of the corner of her mouth. You cant say you didnt try. "I should get back to my paperwork. Im going to go....leave you to your work"