Carrying her once again full cup of coffee as well as a notepad and pen, Willow entered the conference room for the meeting with the staff. She was determined not to look like the intern that that rude little man continued to insist that she was. She'd brought the plate of scones, muffins and cookies on the table earlier, and coffee was all set. But she moved around the table to get as far away from the coffee pot as she could, sitting on the completely other end of the table from it.

Taking her seat she set her coffee down as well as her notepad and pen.

The last thing Sylvester wanted to be doing was sitting in a room with a whole bunch of people he really despised. He entered the conference room, giving Willow a brief nod as he spotted her at the other end of the room. Away from the coffee pot? Bad intern. At least she'd made some. He poured the coffee into his favourite mug, which he had brought along with him, and took a sip, wincing at the bitterness of it. He picked up a scone, muffin AND cookie, insistent that he would need all the comfort foods he could get his hands on to get through this meeting.

He took a seat as far away from the intern as possible and began picking at his muffin. It was a bit dry. Could this intern do anything right? Sigh.

Interns. Basil would be lying to himself if he said that he felt confident dealing with...kids.

He really wasn't. Kids were not his thing - as certain areas of his personal life reflected - and he felt anxious as he looked over some paperwork while waiting for them all to arrive. Hogwarts kids weren't all THAT bad - had had been one himself and had turned out alright.

Setting the paper work down on one of the tables, Basil leaned against it and tried his best to make his 5'5" self appear taller.

Minerva found her way into the conference room that she was told the internship training would be. As she walked down she felt her the butterflies pick up in her stomach. She was terrified they wouldn't like her, or if she would do a good job, or if she would learn everything she needed to learn. So many questions and concerns ran through her head.

As she got to the door she took a deep breath, this was it.. This is where she needed to be. Pulling her school bag up a little bit on her shoulder, she made sure to put some quills and parchment in it before she left not knowing what she needed, she wanted to be prepared. Looking into the room she saw an adult, but no one else. Did she get the wrong date or time. She frowned worried about this.

"Excuse me, is this where the interns need to be going?" She walked in with a nervous smile. As she got closer to the man she gripped her back even tighter from nervous, "My name is Minerva Wheatborn."

Aha, people! Chord knew he was in the right place. He strutted into the conference room place - man it was OFFICIAL LOOKING - and flopped into a chair near the water cooler.

"Sup!" he greeted the shorty leaning against the table, once again dramatically wrenching off his sunglasses to give the guy a LOOK. "Is this the place for new employees? Daily Prophet and all that, yeah?"

Oh hey, there was a chick here. Chord gave her a cool man-nod. She looked like a Hogwarts kid. Blah. Bo-ring. Maybe she was here on a tour? Surely SHE didn't work here TOO?

First day. Always scary and if not a lucky person always terrible. Nessie liked to believe she was lucky though and she liked to believe that nothing bad would happen today. She just had to look presentable, act presentable and most importantly breathe presentably.

Taking a deep breathe and straightening her new blazer, the red head entered the conference room where she was told to meet with the others and her new boss, Mr Skeeter.

Gulp. Actually no gulping, that was rude.

Her boss. Right. She scanned the room realising she actually had no idea what he looked like. She eyed each person and tried to decide who looked like the most in charge.

Nope..nope. Too short...A Hogwarts student so no there too.Aha! He (Roro's guy) looked about right for the part, maybe a bit young..but he looked closest to it. If only Ness had heard what he had said a few minutes ago, she'd realize it was the wrong guy, but that she was oblivious to and so she walked on closer by.

"Morning, Mr. Skeeter." Was that too casual? "I'm Renesmee Dixon, here for my internship, you may call me Nessie though." Because she preffered it over her first name. She put on a small, nervous smile.

So far not so good, yeah?

Internship.

That's what Gary did to spend his summer time. Not to go back to Canada, (especially since his uncle and the family moved back there) or doing something else. Yup, internship. Just a few months there's an announcement that Some offices in Diagon Alley accepted intern for summer time. Then he chose Daily Prophet and.. Voila! He got accepted. Even himself couldn't believe that he will do this. But he believed that it would be.. interesting.

Hopefully he wouldn't be late at his first day.

The blonde guy tried to ride his bicycle as fast as he could. Luckily that Diagon Alley wasn't too far from his apartment because it took fifteen minutes to reach it. More lucky because he wasn't late. Hehe. Gary entered the conference room and noticed that there are some people there. Including the Hufflepuff captain. So she's also the intern here? And where's the boss? His blue eyes caught a man who was leaning against to a table. Was him? REALLY?

He is so.. *coughs* small.

"Good morning, sir." said him politely. "I'm Gerald Rush, one of the intern." Yeah, ignore that the fact he is much taller than the boss guy. Wait, did his outfit look too casual for it? Whatever, he didn't care. Because there's no dress code for intern, right? Besides that, he didn't feel comfortable riding his bike with suits. Seriously.

Sighs.

Today was the conference-meeting thing for the summer internship. Kat applied for one in the Daily Prophet just because she wanted to do something productive. But Quidditch would've been better.

Meh.

The blonde entered the conference room. She looked around at the people who were inside. A tiny man standing in front... probably Mister Skeeter. She never knew he was that small. And then a blonde man (BFF!Roro), who probably in Kat's opinion a bit too young to work in the Prophet. Hmmm. Then she saw the Hufflepuff Captain Ness and the Announcer Minerva... yeah, she didn't want to call the girl Minnie as it was too... cute. Obviously a bad cute. Oh look, her teammate Gerald was there. How did he manage to slither his way into being accepted, huh? None of Kat's business.

Finally plastering a warm smile at Sir Tiny, Kat began to speak. "Good morning, Mr. Skeeter," the girl nodded at Tiny man and also have a nod at blonde dude. Sorry, dunno your name. Now for the introduction, may I? "Let me introduce myself, I'm Katrina Hudson but I would preferably be called Kat." Was that... decent enough? Anyway. After presenting herself, the blonde looked at the others. Were any of them even going to sit down?

If there was one rule Alexander had to give Jonathan with this is that, never be late on the first day of work. Jonathan never quite expected he would land this internship. Fact is, work doesn't really go hand in hand with him. The thought of applying at first, was just something that he did because Louisa provoked him too and challenge was such a strong weakness to Jonathan. A few weeks after, he got accepted... to his surprise as well. Of course, he was both terrified and yet happy with this.

Nobi did wake him up early in the morning, ate his breakfast and apparated himself to the Daily Prophet's headquarters. It's the first time that he has actually stepped foot into this place. Everything smelled like paper. Walking further more until he reached the conference room. He saw a couple of Hogwarts students on his way in. Renesmee... definitely a familiar face and that guy from Slytherin. What was his name again? Gerl? Gyro? Something G.

Upon entering he saw a man and also another man. At least, he should be aware of these people. Walking towards an empty chair his eyes were still in contact with the man in front "Good morning, sir". But it wouldn't do hard, would it now? "Jonathan Kim. I was accepted as one of the interns as well" giving him a small smile.

Phew. At least he didn't stutter nor freaked out. Hard parts over?

This was so weird. August Goldstein had only thought to make it back to Diagon Alley and London, no the whole country of Great Britain for the few trips he made during his summer break but now he worked there? Sort of. The Beuxbatons soon-to-be seventh year entered the building and was directed to the conference room where he noticed upon entering that he was late.

"Je suis désolé-Oh um I'm sorry I'm late. August Goldstein."

O___O

Seriously, he forgot to speak English the first time he met his new boss? Fail. The boy ran a hand through his hair real quick and readjusted his messenger bag before going to find a seat. He looked and noticed a few familiar and in some cases aged faces. He walked to the end of the table, away from the blonde guy (Chord) making eyes at a rather young looking girl (Miranda) and found a seat by...."Jonathan? Hey it's August, Kurumi's friend." He whispered holding out a hand to shake his before they got started. This was neat, it was liek being back at Hogwarts.

Oh and the redhead across from him looked familiar too. She was just a little kid the last time they talked in the Great Hall. "Hey Nessie." he whispered with a quick wave. Other than that the boy was quiet and looked around at the other people wondering if the man had said anything before he got there.

Je suis désolé - French for I'm sorry

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First day. Always scary and if not a lucky person always terrible. Nessie liked to believe she was lucky though and she liked to believe that nothing bad would happen today. She just had to look presentable, act presentable and most importantly breathe presentably.

Taking a deep breathe and straightening her new blazer, the red head entered the conference room where she was told to meet with the others and her new boss, Mr Skeeter.

Gulp. Actually no gulping, that was rude.

Her boss. Right. She scanned the room realising she actually had no idea what he looked like. She eyed each person and tried to decide who looked like the most in charge.

Nope..nope. Too short...A Hogwarts student so no there too.Aha! He (Roro's guy) looked about right for the part, maybe a bit young..but he looked closest to it. If only Ness had heard what he had said a few minutes ago, she'd realize it was the wrong guy, but that she was oblivious too and so she walked on closer by.

"Morning, Mr. Skeeter." Was that too casual? "I'm Renesmee Dixon, here for my internship, you may call me Nessie though." Because she preffered it over her first name. She put on a small, nervous smile.

So far not so good, yeah?

Mr. Skeeter? Chord's light face crinkled with confusion momentarily as the redhead addressed him, but as she continued talking, the blonde caught on. Well well well. LiL Ginger here thought HE was in charge! Now of course he was going to take advantage of this...

"Nessie, right?" Chord stood up and straightened his blazer. Good thing he'd gone with the real pants today and not sweatpants. Also a good thing he'd borrowed Jace's cologne before leaving the flat. Heh. "Nessie, you can call me Mr. Chord." He flashed her one of his infamous, Lockhart-esque giant smiles and held out a hand.

"The same goes for the rest of you interns," the blonde entry-level employee piped up. "Call me Mr. Chord, if you will. I'm in charge of you lot." He made a circling motion around their little heads and then slid toward the door, pausing just within the doorway. So this was the intern meeting, not the new employee one...ah...well, his mistake. Not that he'd own up to it or anything. No, he'd much rather carry on this charade. He was a very convincing actor, after all.

"So first thing, interns, one of you can fetch me a caramel macchiato, extra sugar, extra caramel, no whip." He grinned toward the actual editor of the Daily Prophet. "Skeet skeet, I'll be in my office if you or the kids needs me. Just knock first."

And with a jolly whistle and a self-satisfied grin, Chord popped out of the conference room and went on his way to where he was supposed to be.

Jonathan saw the new guy came in as well. He looked familiar, was he a Hogwarts student before too? Maybe? No? He doesn't know. Or he just thinks that way. Anyway, the newest intern came to sit next to him. He's a good looking guy, one that has a taste for good clothing and a time or two to take care of his hair............. And he speaks French too.

Jonathan?

Did he just whispered his name? So this guy is definitely a Hogwarts student UNLESS if he goes to the same university in Romania like he does. Not likely though. He hasn't seen this guy in Romania. Jonathan put on a smile and a nod but then..........

Hey it's August, Kurumi's friend.

August, now he remembers. Sort of. And Kurumi's friend? Jonathan smirked at the last bit. That doesn't really go away, does it. It's been what? A year since he left Hogwarts and yet people can't help but let him remind. Oh well... Still smiling "Oh yeah, August" so far, he remembers him a bit "hello" he added also whispering.

The blonde guy stood up first and introduced himself as Mr. Chord. Right. He has to remember him because he is 'in charge of all of them'. He's the boss. Meeting starts in session perhaps? Jonathan sat up straight and tried to focus to Mr. Chord.

So first thing, interns, one of you can fetch me a caramel macchiato, extra sugar, extra caramel, no whip.

Jonathan blinked for about a million times into hearing this. NOPE. He's definitely not going to do that. Not that he is stubborn to do it but because this should be a big no-no for the two of them. Jonathan can't even boil noodles without destroying it. So this seems impossible for him to do.

Of course, he sat there even more quiet.

Walking into the conference room, Willow sat down in one of the empty chairs a smile on her lips at all the new interns and people who were joining the team. Looking over at their fairly new editor Basil she waited to see what the plan was, and who would be joining the writing team and such.

One by one, Nessie watched each intern and worker make their way inside. She gave Kat a smile and one to August too. "August! Hi!" It was good to see him again. By the French she was sure it was French he had just spoken, she assumed he was at Beaxbatons now. "Long time no see, hey?" It honestly had been long, more than a year for sure. Before Ness could say more her new 'boss' began speaking to her.

"Alright Mr..." MELLOW! Mr Chord? Huh? Wasn't it supposed to be Skeeter?

Blink. Pout. Blink.

The red head looked at the blonde man's smile with a very confused look. This was SO EMBARASSING! Had she like said the wrong name? No..wait wrong person? Couldn't be, the other guy was still too short. It had to be this blonde guy.Maybe he had a few names or something? Who knew? Being all nervous, Nessie decided to still listen to what her 'boss' had to say.

Waait..waiit. Now Nessie got it. This man wasn't Skeeeter, but he was apparently in charge of them. Alright then, if that's what he said. She never even for a second doubted him. Which was odd because she barely knew the guy.

As for his caramel..macho whatever that was, Ness honestly would have gone but she missed out on what he actually wanted. "What was it he wanted? I can go fetch it for him?" She looked at the others and then her eyes lay on the man who Chord had just called Skeet. She looked at him with a straight face. All of it really starting to kick inside her brain. "Um.." she looked away from her real boss as her cheeks reddened from humiliation.

Great way to start your first day, eh?

Oh look, another intern, no wait... wait... the woman was a bit older than a possible-aged intern so maybe she was already working in here. Well, best to be polite at all times you know.

The fifteen year old gave a smile to the woman who had entered. The girl totally did not want to make a bad impression on just the orientation itself. She considered it the first day of work after this whole thing so... that'd be alright. Not that she wanted to meet a whole bunch of new people, there were times where she was genuinely friendly. And one of those rare moments is today.

No, Kat did not want to get that drink for that Chord dude. She wasn't going to get house points for those anyway. But Nessie seemed to have thought of it differently. Did she take it that seriously? SNORT. Whatever. "Caramel macchiato, extra sugar, extra caramel, no whip," Kat said as if she memorized it. There you go, Nessie.

Minerva's attention was taken while she was waiting for the man she assumed was the head of the interns maybe even the head of the prophet to answer her. She looked at the guy who had walked in after her standing up being a bit vocal and ordering Nessie to fetch coffee. They were there to learn about the prophet and to get experience not fetch coffee, right. Maybe that was part of the job though, Minerva wasn't sure.

Looking around she didn't realize how full the room had gotten. She knew most of the face from school. Some she did not though. Turning back to the original man that was in the room when she had come in she politely excused herself away from him and found a place to sit and wait while it got started. "Hey Nessie" She smiled at her puff friend and then to the rest she gave small waves and smiles.

Glancing around her as a few more entered and took their seats, Willow noticed one of the students looking her way. Offering her a warm smile "Hello, I'm Willow one of the journalists at the Prophet." She was really looking forward to working with all the new people that were coming in even if it were just for an internship.

And there was quite a group that were there too! She couldn't wait for them to get going with what was planned for them and getting to know each of them. It was going to be a lot of fun!

Basil began to tap his finger against the table as he waited for people to begin to filter into the conference room. On paperwork, all the kids seemed alright, but he knew how easily one could tweak the truth and fudge a thing or two with ink. He HAD worked for Witch Weekly after all.

Lifting his head and trying to look a bit taller when the first of the group entered, Basil nodded his head towards the young woman and attempted a smile. Meh, real smiles would come after he had had some coffee. "Miss Wheatborn," he greeted, not moving from the table he was leaning on just yet. "You are in the right place and thank you for being on time."

Yep. Kudos to her. She wouldn't have to deal with the jammed printing press.


...........THAT ONE! Yeah. THAT ONE! The one who had sent the headshot with his application and all that. THAT ONE!

Basil opened his mouth to speak, but then just ended up STARING at the young man and he whipped off his sunglasses. Merlin. This one reminded him of some of the pigheaded Gryffindors he had attended Hogwarts with.

..........sup.


Right.

"It is, but you should go....," Basil replied with an eyebrow raise before the next of the new recruits came in and...


WOAH WOAH WOAH WHAT?!

Okay, THIS one could work on fixing the jammed printing press.

"Miss Dixon....I am Mr. Skeeter," he said, EYEING the sunglasses wonder boy. Was this because of his height? HMMM?! Was this young woman implying that he was not TALL enough to be an editor?! HMM!? Basil wasn't aware that there was a height requirement to be Editor-in-Chief? HMMMM?!

Keeping an EYE on you Miss Dixon. TWO OF THEM!

And then poster boy left for HIS office after demanding coffee from the crowd. Merlin help him...

"No need to fetch...whatever he just ordered," Basil said with a wave of the hand. Whatever it was sounded rather disgusting anyway. Basil, however, would like some coffee. It might calm his nerves and the vein that was twitching in his forehead.

At least the next young man to walk in wasn't acting like a prideful hippofriff. "Mr. Rush," Basil nodded as the next young lady made her appearance. "Miss Hudson." Good. Politeness. Lack of unnecessary sunglasses. Good.

"Ah, Mr. Kim. If you would head directly to my office I will be with you shortly," Basil instructed. He needed to do slightly different things with his entry level applicants.

Oh bloody hell. Was Basil supposed to be impressed by the use of a foreign language? Too bad. This one was on his watch list too. Yep. He could work with Miss Dixon on the jammed printing press. "Mr. Goldstein."

When one of his own employees entered the room Basil felt slightly relieved. At least he knew that there would be someone else with at least a half sane head on their shoulders. Kids these days.... and he was told that Hufflepuffs in his day had pygmy puffs for brains. Basil nodded his head towards Willow before the talk of coffee started up again.

Best to just get things going then. Ahem.

Clearing his throat, Basil stepped away from the desk and clapped his hands together loudly to catch everyone's attention. "Hello and welcome to the Daily Prophet," he greeted. "I am Basil Skeeter, Editor-in-Chief of the Daily Prophet but you may address me as Mr. Skeeter." Get it? Good. "I do not like caramel and only take my coffee black." FOR THE RECORD. But Miss Hudson got a nod for remembering that ridiculous order. Good, she had keen ears. Basil knew where to assign her. "As interns here at the Daily Prophet, you will be asked to assist myself and my staff doing various tasks and your schedules will vary depending on those tasks. While summer vacation is short, I expect you all to give us your best effort." Because they could be used for references for future employment and university. Yep yep. "Miss Dixon, Mr. Goldstein. I would like for you two to help out in our offices. Our printing presses are jammed at the moment and need repair, but as Hogwarts students this shouldn't prove too much of a problem for you. Afterwards, I would like you to assist my writers in printing issues of the Daily Prophet." Were they writing this down? Yes? Did they bring a changes of clothes with them? It was likely to get messy with ink potentially spraying all over the place.

Basil then turned his attention to Miss Hudson and Mr. Rush. "I would like for you two to take already printed issues of the Daily Prophet and deliver them to various shops in Diagon Alley," he instructed with a firm nod. "While you are out, I want you to keep your ears alert for anything news worthy and report back to me."

Yep. That was their task.

Finally, Basil turned his attention to kudos girl. "Miss Wheatborn, I would like you to shadow Miss Garrick. Learn the tricks of the trade and assist her with anything that comes up." Willow was one of his more busy employees, dipping her quill in various places, and Miss Wheatborn seemed eager to learn.

Pausing here, Basil looked around at the group. "If there are no further questions....I will be in my office." Talking with his entry level kids and trying not to strangle poster boy.

Jonathan did not want nor has intentions in giving that blonde guy some coffee... WAIT? Was it coffee he wanted? There were jumbled words in between of what he said. Jonathan remembers caramel but doesn't know what on bloody name is a mochi? Maki? It was longer than the word he remembered.

Fortunately for all of them, they're saved by Mr. Skeeter, their boss and the editor-in-chief for the Daily Prophet. Yes, he is that guy who gave him the letter. At least now he knows what he looks like. And to Jonathan, he just hopes he gets on his good sides. He doesn't want for his intern days to be as cruel as possible. Plus, he doesn't want to loose from that bet about not managing this job correctly. So he really have to do his best, whatever it takes.

Then his attention was caught by Mr. Skeeter. Telling him that he needed to directly go to his office. Jonathan stood up and nodded "Yes, Mr. Skeeter" he said in a polite tone. Taking his bag with him, he looked at his fellow interns and to August, who seemed to know him; gave him a quick smile and left with the door. Of course, still wondering why he was asked to go to his office. What task will Mr. Skeeter give him?

Guess, he'll just have to find out................. soon.

The blonde guy just sat and stayed quiet. Really, Gerald Rush was never been a conversationalist. He just watched the people came. He saw Katrina, the girl that ever poisoned him asked him with the truth serum thingy. Oh.. Hello. He just gave a smile to her. Yeah, no need to say hello and stuff 'coz they're barely acquainted. Just a fellow Slytherin and Quidditch teammate.

Another person came (Jonathan). Wait, He was a Slytherin graduated, right? He didn't know his name actually, but Gary knew him because he often saw him around the Slytherin common room (maybe.) Then another boy too who spoke in French (August). Oh.. Also the other Daily Prophet journalist was there too. Gary just gave a smile to that woman.

Okay, can we please just started the meeting? Coz apparently Gerald Rush was looking forward for his work. Yeah~

He noticed that the Hufflepuff captain was being tricked by one of the part-time person. HAHAHAHA! How.. stupid. So, she really wanted to fetch him coffee? That's silly. But no need to get involved. So? He just kept silent and smirked. Realizing that the Hufflepuff captain was so silly. Seriously. So, what need to be waited now? Were all the interns and new workers already coming yet? If yes, just start the meeting Mr. Little Skeeter?

FINALLY!

That tiny man had spoken and introduced himself "Sorry, Skeeter. I don't think that's important to know about your favorite coffee." He whispered to himself. Gary paid attention to the job description more. As the Skeeter spoke, he listened to him carefully and kinda surprised when the man turned his attention to Katrina.. and himself.

"I would like for you two to take already printed issues of the Daily Prophet and deliver them to various shops in Diagon Alley,"

WHAT?

Did it mean that... "So, our first task is being the newspaper boy?" REALLY? But no need to be panic actually, he could ride his bike around the Diagon Alley because it's faster. But seriously.. Huh.

Oh she noticed her? Surprising.

Kat smiled a bit more. "A pleasure to meet you, Miss Willow," I dunno your surname, Miss, I'm sorry. So Willow for your direct address for now. "I'm Katrina Hudson, rising fifth year." She nodded. So that, you know, the woman could like make sure she was telling the truth. Or... whatever, it was involuntary.

"I am excited and am looking forward to working with you soon," the blonde said. Hehe.



But... wasn't this an orientation? Kat's initially thought of orientations was just a get-to-know thing. Like a meet and greet and to get to know more about what they'll be doing as interns and new employees for the place. She was wrong. They were already going to know their jobs. Ok, fine.

Blablabla... didn't care about the other assignments. Until Skeet-skeet (that funny nickname Chord had called Mr. Skeeter) looked at Kat and Gary. Now, this was the surprise. What would their job be this summer?

... Snap. They were going to be delivering issues of the Prophet around Diagon Alley. AND WAIT. Newspaper boy? Kat cleared her throat. "Rush, I am a girl," she pointed that out. She would've said lady but well, she loves it when you're young. AND MIND YOU RUSH, YOU'RE OLDER THAN ME.

"And quit complaining, we'll get this finished soon once you stop whining," the fifteen year old added. Seriously, they should just start now. Who cares if she was going to run? Yeah she will get sweaty and all but she wanted to get over with it. So Rush let's get to work.

Minerva listened at Mr. Skeeter started he seemed like a busy man, but a great leader as well. Minerva was excited to learn from him and the others, well hopefully not full of himself boy. She thought maybe he had to have been a snake or lion in his day. Yes, those ones always seemed to be a bit full of themselves. Coffee.. .. So they might have to get him coffee, he liked black good to know.

Then he started giving their tasks out, she waited anxiously trying to hear her name and was beginning to think maybe she wasn't going to when he told her to shadow someone. Shadowing someone sounded great. She nodded her head so he knew she had heard and pulled out her parchment quickly writing the name down. As he started to dismiss them she got up and smiled, "Thank you sir, could you direct me in the write direction to Miss Garrick's office?" She did not want to get lost and wanted to make a good first impression on everyone.

"A pleasure as well." she said beaming at the girl. "And call me Willow please." She wasn't exactly one of those formal people and hey she was barely older then some of those there in the room! "I am as well. It'll be fun working with each of you I'm sure."

Seeing Basil nod towards her she smiled and went back to listening to the rest of them speak, laughter seriously threatening to escape at times just amused at some of the conversation going around her. This was definitely going to be fun and liven up the place a bit this summer!

Listening as the assignments were given out he caught her name when he mentioned Miss Wheatborn and followed his gaze to the person he was indicating.

Giving her a smile she wished she'd caught the girl's first name but for now 'Miss Wheatborn would work just fine. As Basil went and dismissed the meeting she nodded rising to her feet. She had marked down what each assignment was for each of those in the room that Basil mentioned so hopefully she knew all their surnames at least and knew Katrina's first name. It just depended on who wanted to be called by their first or last name.

Approaching the girl who was to tag after her she offered her a warm smile "I'm Willow, I guess we'll be working together."

Minerva turned as the lady had spoke to her and she blushed, "I'm sorry Miss Garrick, I didn't realize you were in the room. I guess I was trying to pay attention to Mr. SKeeter to get all the information correct." Sticking out her hand she introduced herself, "I'm Minerva, excited to work with you this summer." Which she was very excited to hear about what she would be doing to help or would she be just learning a ton of things. She wasn't sure, but either was going to be great.

Putting the parchment away she had wrote Willow's name down on she looked back up and smiled adjusting her bag. "I'm ready to learn and do whatever it is that you need." She felt so nervous and tried to calm herself by taking a quick breath and letting it out.