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ArianaBlack · 02-06-2019, 10:54 PM

{Pets 'n Plants Café}

Tucked away in a corner behind the Shared Conference Room and right at the entrance of Level 4, you'll find a door leading you to one of the newest hang-out spots that the Ministry of Magic has to offer. If you wander inside, you'll see that what used to be a storage room has since been transformed into a hip café, complete with all the regular bells and whistles: square tables, comfortable chairs, & coffee-shop chatter. While there isn't a counter to order yourself a drink, there's an espresso machine, an assortment of teas, and a kettle filled with hot water along the back wall. You're encouraged to bring your own food and drink, but are asked to stay away from one-time use, plastic crockery (unless you want an Environment Employee hunting you down).

Did someone just touch your leg or are you imagining things?

It may be worthwhile to mention that this isn't just any café. This is a creature and plant adoption café! Small, rescued creatures (crups, kneazles, you name it!) who are in need of a loving home are walking around, curling up around your feet, and asking you for a nibble to eat! Please treat the creatures with care and be sure to give them some of your love and affection. If you find one you like, stop by one of the Level 4 Department Heads' offices to fill out the paperwork and make a furever friend. Not a pet person? Not a problem. There are plenty of plants hanging around too. Feel free to take one, or two, or however many you can hold! The procedure is the same for both creatures and plants alike!

Oh, and cheers!

ArianaBlack · 08-26-2020, 12:20 AM

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Originally Posted by Fireheart

Grae had never been more in need of caffeination. After spending three hours straight grading written apparition exams, her eyes were drooping. If she had to read one more version of the answer to What are the three D's of apparition?, she might have to yank her hair out. Of course, there was always the option to use magic to grade the tests. But Grae just didn't feel right about that. The students studied so hard for their written tests, so she felt it was only fair to put equal effort into grading them.

After she refilled her mug with a few shots of espresso, she made her way toward the tables, bending down to scratch a few roaming crups and kneazles behind the ears on the way. Merlin, how she'd like to take one of them home. Grae was about to take a seat at an empty table when she noticed her coworker nursing a steaming cup of tea. "Mind if I join you?" Grae waved as she approached Yassi. "It'd be refreshing to chat with a non-17-year-old for a bit!" she added with a chuckle. Summer in the DMT was always filled with freshly graduated apparition-license hopefuls, and she was sure Yassi had been just as busy administering the practical tests.

Yassi smiled to herself as she drifted off in thought and lifted her mug. She always found it soothing to let her tea sit underneath her chin, the heat dancing up against her face. Hot tea was a staple for every season, even in the heat of summer. She was used to the Shirazi heat. Tilting her head back, she lowered the mug back to the table. It was still far too hot to drink.

"Not at all, dear one. I would be delighted," she greeted Grae with a wide smile that spanned the entirety of her face. Warm, genuine. She chuckled effortlessly, not at all worried about the volume of her boisterous laugh. "They are entertaining though, aren't they? Each one of them a mine filled with gems of inestimable value." She mused, reaching into her purse for a container of crushed cardamom. She added a pinch into her own tea, before offering the container to her colleague.

Fireheart · 08-29-2020, 04:23 AM

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Originally Posted by ArianaBlack

Yassi smiled to herself as she drifted off in thought and lifted her mug. She always found it soothing to let her tea sit underneath her chin, the heat dancing up against her face. Hot tea was a staple for every season, even in the heat of summer. She was used to the Shirazi heat. Tilting her head back, she lowered the mug back to the table. It was still far too hot to drink.

"Not at all, dear one. I would be delighted," she greeted Grae with a wide smile that spanned the entirety of her face. Warm, genuine. She chuckled effortlessly, not at all worried about the volume of her boisterous laugh. "They are entertaining though, aren't they? Each one of them a mine filled with gems of inestimable value." She mused, reaching into her purse for a container of crushed cardamom. She added a pinch into her own tea, before offering the container to her colleague.

Grae slid into the chair across from Yassi with a grin. Yes, some coffee and social time would do her a world of good today! "You're right about that. Quite innovative," she replied, chuckling as she recalled some of the written exam responses from this morning. "One of them tried to pull a fast one on me this morning. His answer to the essay question was so eloquent that it had me nearly marking a pass on his paper, before I realized that he hadn't answered the actual question in the slightest!" Grae shook her head with a laugh. Those students really did know how to write themselves out of a tricky question, didn't they?

She watched as her coworker added a sprinkle of something fragrant to her mug. Leaning forward a bit, Grae detected the unmistakable floral scent of cardamom. Leave it to Yassi to carry something like that in her purse. Her colleague always just seemed so put together. Grae admired her zen vibe. "Cardamom espresso?" she wondered out loud, staring into her own cup in question. "I've never tried it, but it's one of my favorite spices to bake with....I suppose a tad couldn't hurt." She thanked Yassi as she added a pinch of the spice to her coffee and took a sip, savoring the spicy and bitter combination. It was the perfect pick-me-up to prepare her for the long afternoon ahead.

As a rather small crup wandered by the table, Grae couldn't help but reach down to pick it up. She scratched its ears lovingly before setting it down on her lap. "Do you have any pets at home? I have to tell myself every day that I'm much too busy to care for one right now. But how can I resist this adorable little thing?!" Lifting the cruppy to her face, she gave it a kiss on the nose. Growing up, Grae's family never had any pets due to poor Capri's severe allergies. Her grandfather had a few kneazles, being a magizoologist and all, but she always yearned for a fluffy friend of her own.

ArianaBlack · 09-02-2020, 02:50 AM

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Originally Posted by Fireheart

Grae slid into the chair across from Yassi with a grin. Yes, some coffee and social time would do her a world of good today! "You're right about that. Quite innovative," she replied, chuckling as she recalled some of the written exam responses from this morning. "One of them tried to pull a fast one on me this morning. His answer to the essay question was so eloquent that it had me nearly marking a pass on his paper, before I realized that he hadn't answered the actual question in the slightest!" Grae shook her head with a laugh. Those students really did know how to write themselves out of a tricky question, didn't they?

She watched as her coworker added a sprinkle of something fragrant to her mug. Leaning forward a bit, Grae detected the unmistakable floral scent of cardamom. Leave it to Yassi to carry something like that in her purse. Her colleague always just seemed so put together. Grae admired her zen vibe. "Cardamom espresso?" she wondered out loud, staring into her own cup in question. "I've never tried it, but it's one of my favorite spices to bake with....I suppose a tad couldn't hurt." She thanked Yassi as she added a pinch of the spice to her coffee and took a sip, savoring the spicy and bitter combination. It was the perfect pick-me-up to prepare her for the long afternoon ahead.

As a rather small crup wandered by the table, Grae couldn't help but reach down to pick it up. She scratched its ears lovingly before setting it down on her lap. "Do you have any pets at home? I have to tell myself every day that I'm much too busy to care for one right now. But how can I resist this adorable little thing?!" Lifting the cruppy to her face, she gave it a kiss on the nose. Growing up, Grae's family never had any pets due to poor Capri's severe allergies. Her grandfather had a few kneazles, being a magizoologist and all, but she always yearned for a fluffy friend of her own.

She stirred her tea mindlessly as she gave Grae her full attention. Her eyes warm, filled with delight at the prospect of spending some leisurely time with her colleague. There was not often time for socializing by the cubicles. She hoped that there would be, but perhaps it was a facet of the culture she needed to learn to accept. "Just for that he should have earned a few points," Yasmin threw her head back in laughter in such a way that one might have found it funnier than the story itself. It was a laugh she had inherited from her dear mother. A terribly loud and suffocatingly sweet woman of kind character.

If Yassi knew that Grae thought her to be put-together, the Iranian would have profusely denied the assertion. But she did enjoy the touch of flavor that the British Ministry often lacked. There were a few spices she had learned to always have on hand. Cardamom was one she frequently found herself reaching for. "It is good for you too." She smiled knowingly, watching as Grae took a sip and slipping the small container back into her bag. "An antioxidant and and very good for digestion." It also tasted of home. Are you looking to adopt today?" She fluidly switched the subject, holding her tea underneath her nose and thinking of the several plants she planned to give a home to in her office space (which was starting to look a little like a greenhouse at this point).

Fireheart · 09-11-2020, 02:43 PM

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Originally Posted by ArianaBlack

She stirred her tea mindlessly as she gave Grae her full attention. Her eyes warm, filled with delight at the prospect of spending some leisurely time with her colleague. There was not often time for socializing by the cubicles. She hoped that there would be, but perhaps it was a facet of the culture she needed to learn to accept. "Just for that he should have earned a few points," Yasmin threw her head back in laughter in such a way that one might have found it funnier than the story itself. It was a laugh she had inherited from her dear mother. A terribly loud and suffocatingly sweet woman of kind character.

If Yassi knew that Grae thought her to be put-together, the Iranian would have profusely denied the assertion. But she did enjoy the touch of flavor that the British Ministry often lacked. There were a few spices she had learned to always have on hand. Cardamom was one she frequently found herself reaching for. "It is good for you too." She smiled knowingly, watching as Grae took a sip and slipping the small container back into her bag. "An antioxidant and and very good for digestion." It also tasted of home. Are you looking to adopt today?" She fluidly switched the subject, holding her tea underneath her nose and thinking of the several plants she planned to give a home to in her office space (which was starting to look a little like a greenhouse at this point).

Grae couldn't help but smile at Yassi's laughter. It was contagious and so effortless. "Trust me, I considered it," she replied. Those kids really were silly things, but they were also why she loved her job so much. They kept her on her toes, which she appreciated. It was hard to believe that just a few years ago, she was one of them. Her Hogwarts days seemed to grow further and further away.

She held the crup in her lap for a few more minutes, beaming down at it as she gave it a belly rub. Getting a cruppy was surely on her bucket list, and this little one was adorable. "I'd love to adopt someday, but I just don't think now is the right time. I can barely fit all my stuff into my flat, let alone another creature." Grae had sacrificed space for location, and while she adored her quaint apartment in Chelsea, she sometimes itched for a larger dwelling. Not to mention that she just didn't have the time. Between work and the possibility of going back to University, it just wouldn't be fair to the cruppy. But that wouldn't stop her from visiting the Pets 'n Plants Cafe to fawn over them as frequently as her schedule allowed. "Perhaps a plant would be a better fit for me right now! Which ones are your favorites?" A succulent wouldn't be nearly as exciting as a baby crup, but it would look nice on her desk or in her kitchen at home.

ArianaBlack · 09-16-2020, 04:08 PM

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Originally Posted by Fireheart

Grae couldn't help but smile at Yassi's laughter. It was contagious and so effortless. "Trust me, I considered it," she replied. Those kids really were silly things, but they were also why she loved her job so much. They kept her on her toes, which she appreciated. It was hard to believe that just a few years ago, she was one of them. Her Hogwarts days seemed to grow further and further away.

She held the crup in her lap for a few more minutes, beaming down at it as she gave it a belly rub. Getting a cruppy was surely on her bucket list, and this little one was adorable. "I'd love to adopt someday, but I just don't think now is the right time. I can barely fit all my stuff into my flat, let alone another creature." Grae had sacrificed space for location, and while she adored her quaint apartment in Chelsea, she sometimes itched for a larger dwelling. Not to mention that she just didn't have the time. Between work and the possibility of going back to University, it just wouldn't be fair to the cruppy. But that wouldn't stop her from visiting the Pets 'n Plants Cafe to fawn over them as frequently as her schedule allowed. "Perhaps a plant would be a better fit for me right now! Which ones are your favorites?" A succulent wouldn't be nearly as exciting as a baby crup, but it would look nice on her desk or in her kitchen at home.

Yassi continued to laugh as she raised her cup once again. At times she found herself questioning her position at the ministry, but in moments such as this one she knew it was the place she needed to be. As if her soul had drawn her here. After all, human connection could be found anywhere if one simply sought it out. This was, in truth, the real lesson she had learned in life. Human connection was what the soul yearned for and though opportunities did not always appear forthright, they were always present. Sometimes there was need for personal investigation of that truth in order to seek it out. This was something Yasmin liked to reflect on.

"Do you live in the city?" She smiled, the warmth apparent in her tone of voice and in the way in which she looked over at the cruppy in Grae's lap. Yassi wished she could take one home for herself, but she was not sure that Shaytoon would like it so much. She was never good with other animals, though Yasmin found this to be an endearing quality. "Plants are wonderful," she mused, looking up brightly at the one in their corner. "I love my basil and mint plants, but I'd recommend a Monstera if you're thinking to keep one inside."

kayquilz · 12-02-2020, 01:51 AM

It seemed Scottie only ever took breaks lately. Would he get in trouble one day with Mr. BAIN GOLDWASSER? He had already sooooort of fussed at him recently - no matter. He was good at hiding. And today his hiding spot was the PETS AND PLANTS CAFE. He had a warm up of tea in hand as he made his way inside.

Whew.

WHEW.

No one was in here sans some living beings that weren't human. There were probably level four-ers lingering about, but Scottie was sure they wouldn't bother him. He perched himself in a corner as a fluffy, grey cat with a smushed face approached him. "Hey little guy. I don't mind you," he said gently as he ran a hand over his back, then scratching above the tail.

BanaBatGirl · 12-02-2020, 02:46 PM

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Originally Posted by kayquilz

It seemed Scottie only ever took breaks lately. Would he get in trouble one day with Mr. BAIN GOLDWASSER? He had already sooooort of fussed at him recently - no matter. He was good at hiding. And today his hiding spot was the PETS AND PLANTS CAFE. He had a warm up of tea in hand as he made his way inside.

Whew.

WHEW.

No one was in here sans some living beings that weren't human. There were probably level four-ers lingering about, but Scottie was sure they wouldn't bother him. He perched himself in a corner as a fluffy, grey cat with a smushed face approached him. "Hey little guy. I don't mind you," he said gently as he ran a hand over his back, then scratching above the tail.

Fletcher was also taking a break, but not in that guano-infested cafeteria. Never. He was just here for the espresso machine and the green oxygen... and also because he was avoiding some of the people on his floor at the moment.

He made his way toward the back of the cafe, toward the espresso maker, artfully dodging the younger bloke and his gray cat, but of course, OF COURSE, there had to be a different cat in his way. A very dangerous-loking kneazle was splayed out on the counter at the moment, nibbling on a random houseplant and eying him up. And of course it was blocking the way to the coffee! Fletcher didn't want to get scratched or bitten today! TODAY WAS NOT THE DAY!

"Shoooooo, lil fella," he tried, making the buh-bye gesture with his hands, though from a very safe distance. "Go on, go eat a... a different plant." SHOO!

kayquilz · 12-04-2020, 01:35 AM

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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl

Fletcher was also taking a break, but not in that guano-infested cafeteria. Never. He was just here for the espresso machine and the green oxygen... and also because he was avoiding some of the people on his floor at the moment.

He made his way toward the back of the cafe, toward the espresso maker, artfully dodging the younger bloke and his gray cat, but of course, OF COURSE, there had to be a different cat in his way. A very dangerous-loking kneazle was splayed out on the counter at the moment, nibbling on a random houseplant and eying him up. And of course it was blocking the way to the coffee! Fletcher didn't want to get scratched or bitten today! TODAY WAS NOT THE DAY!

"Shoooooo, lil fella," he tried, making the buh-bye gesture with his hands, though from a very safe distance. "Go on, go eat a... a different plant." SHOO!

HIS PEACE WAS SUDDENLY SHATTERED.

Scott watched as the department head skirted by and had to repress a grin. That cat...was so not going to move. "Maybe you need to entice him with treats?" he phrased it as a question so he wouldn't seem too authoritative about this instance. Because like...what if his idea didn't work? Less embarrassing that way.

Wow, though. That was a HUGE cat. He even stood up to get a closer look at it. AND AND AND he EVEN got closer to it than Mr. Fletcher had. He wasn't really scared of animals.

Bugs? DUH. ~~lookin' atCHU, twin~~

But animals? Naaaaah.

BanaBatGirl · 12-05-2020, 05:02 PM

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Originally Posted by kayquilz

HIS PEACE WAS SUDDENLY SHATTERED.

Scott watched as the department head skirted by and had to repress a grin. That cat...was so not going to move. "Maybe you need to entice him with treats?" he phrased it as a question so he wouldn't seem too authoritative about this instance. Because like...what if his idea didn't work? Less embarrassing that way.

Wow, though. That was a HUGE cat. He even stood up to get a closer look at it. AND AND AND he EVEN got closer to it than Mr. Fletcher had. He wasn't really scared of animals.

Bugs? DUH. ~~lookin' atCHU, twin~~

But animals? Naaaaah.

"Maybe YOU need to entice him with treats," Fletcher replied without much thought, taking another big step back from the cat and nearly running into the ~~boy~~ er... DMLE kid. He glanced at him, head to toe, and turned up his charm, putting on a big, championesque grin for the lad.

Here was how he would get to his espresso. A solution had just presented its self in the form of the kid looking at the cat. "Go on, you look like a cat whisperer." And not just because he had tufts of cat fur clinging to his trouser leg. "Are there.... er, treats in here?" Or could they get the kneazle to budge by giving it a different plant to nom on???

kayquilz · 12-05-2020, 09:34 PM

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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl

"Maybe YOU need to entice him with treats," Fletcher replied without much thought, taking another big step back from the cat and nearly running into the ~~boy~~ er... DMLE kid. He glanced at him, head to toe, and turned up his charm, putting on a big, championesque grin for the lad.

Here was how he would get to his espresso. A solution had just presented its self in the form of the kid looking at the cat. "Go on, you look like a cat whisperer." And not just because he had tufts of cat fur clinging to his trouser leg. "Are there.... er, treats in here?" Or could they get the kneazle to budge by giving it a different plant to nom on???

What?! Scottie snorted. "Me?! Why me?!" he eyed the man strangely. "I'm no cat person! I'm hardly even a PEOPLE person!" he threw his hands up as if to show just how clueless he thought he was. His sudden movement, though, had gotten the kneazle to glance up almost lazily at the pair of men. So the kneazle wasn't that skittish. Scottie thought that could be the downfall of this whole predicament, honestly. Skittish cats were pretty easy to get rid of! Just scare 'em!

But the ex-Gryffindor glanced around. "Of course there's treats somewhere... he muttered. "Ah ha!" He gestured and went to grab one from a container nearby that if you pushed it, one came out. Cool! "I wonder what his name - or HER, I suppose - is. Hmm." He held out the treat in the palm of his hand and gently before sticking it riiiight in front of the creature's nose. "Here, ya' little bugger. A treat for ya!" he smiled, though, and looked over at Fletcher. "You're Mr. Fletcher, right? Big important man Fletcher THHEEEEEE Undersecretary." Mhmm. "It is so nice to officially meet you - and speak with you - sir!"

And just like that...Scottie Ferguson, too, had ideas, Mr. Fletcher. He, too, indeed.

BanaBatGirl · 12-08-2020, 12:43 AM

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Originally Posted by kayquilz

What?! Scottie snorted. "Me?! Why me?!" he eyed the man strangely. "I'm no cat person! I'm hardly even a PEOPLE person!" he threw his hands up as if to show just how clueless he thought he was. His sudden movement, though, had gotten the kneazle to glance up almost lazily at the pair of men. So the kneazle wasn't that skittish. Scottie thought that could be the downfall of this whole predicament, honestly. Skittish cats were pretty easy to get rid of! Just scare 'em!

But the ex-Gryffindor glanced around. "Of course there's treats somewhere... he muttered. "Ah ha!" He gestured and went to grab one from a container nearby that if you pushed it, one came out. Cool! "I wonder what his name - or HER, I suppose - is. Hmm." He held out the treat in the palm of his hand and gently before sticking it riiiight in front of the creature's nose. "Here, ya' little bugger. A treat for ya!" he smiled, though, and looked over at Fletcher. "You're Mr. Fletcher, right? Big important man Fletcher THHEEEEEE Undersecretary." Mhmm. "It is so nice to officially meet you - and speak with you - sir!"

And just like that...Scottie Ferguson, too, had ideas, Mr. Fletcher. He, too, indeed.

"It's your jobbbbb," Fletcher fired back quickly, as though he'd thought this line of conversation through and everything (he hadn't), "to protect important people like me. Isn't it?!" He eyed the young DMLEr anyway. What was he, a YATI? No, they didn't have time to waste on break on another floor. A wannabe hit wizard, then, or perhaps someone who was attached to the laws of the wizengamot. Whoever he was, he was in the right place at the wrong time and he was going to fix this kneazle situation for Fletcher, thank you very much.

He backed away slowly, a little more slowly this time, collecting himself and brushing imaginary bits of dust off his pristine grey suit as he did so. "Yes, I'm Fletcher. Just Fletcher will do." Though he did adore the title of Mr. Senior Undersecretary as well, so that could stay. He found himself warming slightly to the lad as went and fetched some treats and offered them the kitty. Boy, girl, spayed, neutered... he didn't care, as long as it left his precious espresso alone. "I'm more of a dog person," he offered by way of explanation, although that wasn't true either. He tolerated Jessa and Duncan's animals, that was the truth. The only pet Fletcher had ever cared for was his niffler, and he'd at least been useful.

Anyway, the young employee was looking at him. Fletcher stopped fidgeting with his heavy wristwatch, smiling a bit now. "Ah, the pleasure is mine and all that. So what's your name then, cat whisperer?" And maybe he could put in a good word for the kid with Bain (or even Charles) if he got rid of the kneazle, hmmm?

kayquilz · 12-09-2020, 01:25 AM

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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl

"It's your jobbbbb," Fletcher fired back quickly, as though he'd thought this line of conversation through and everything (he hadn't), "to protect important people like me. Isn't it?!" He eyed the young DMLEr anyway. What was he, a YATI? No, they didn't have time to waste on break on another floor. A wannabe hit wizard, then, or perhaps someone who was attached to the laws of the wizengamot. Whoever he was, he was in the right place at the wrong time and he was going to fix this kneazle situation for Fletcher, thank you very much.

He backed away slowly, a little more slowly this time, collecting himself and brushing imaginary bits of dust off his pristine grey suit as he did so. "Yes, I'm Fletcher. Just Fletcher will do." Though he did adore the title of Mr. Senior Undersecretary as well, so that could stay. He found himself warming slightly to the lad as went and fetched some treats and offered them the kitty. Boy, girl, spayed, neutered... he didn't care, as long as it left his precious espresso alone. "I'm more of a dog person," he offered by way of explanation, although that wasn't true either. He tolerated Jessa and Duncan's animals, that was the truth. The only pet Fletcher had ever cared for was his niffler, and he'd at least been useful.

Anyway, the young employee was looking at him. Fletcher stopped fidgeting with his heavy wristwatch, smiling a bit now. "Ah, the pleasure is mine and all that. So what's your name then, cat whisperer?" And maybe he could put in a good word for the kid with Bain (or even Charles) if he got rid of the kneazle, hmmm?

For some reason, the man did not provide Scottie with the usual amount of anxiety his superiors normally did. Or maybe...just mAAAAYBE, as his twin had been suggesting, his job at the Ministry was improving his confidence skills. He would likely never admit to Logan that anything he said was right, thought. Not a SHOT.

Good gosh. His job? Scottie managed a snort in his direction. "Sure. If I was important enough, perhaps," he said as he moved his hand ever closer to the kneazle...cat...whatever it was. The creature lazily lifted its head to sniff the treat and veeeeeery slowly uncurled in interest. Scott, in his immense bravery, suddenly SCOOPED it up in his arms, ignoring the irritated MROOOOOW the cat let out. "Come on, mate, we just want the coffee. And now you get a treat," he said as the cat suddenly slurped it out of Scottie's hand. It seemed content to stay in Scottie's arms, too, even if a moment before it had been annoyed at the movement. "Ah, see? He's not that bad. And it's a HE." He gestured down at the cat's belly area. As if Fletcher had been asking, but he hadn't. Scottie was merely INFORMING him, all right?

"I like dogs, too. Most animals. I'm Scott Ferguson," he said with a small smile as the cat suddenly leapt from his arms and nearly missed landing on its feet. "Welp. Cats always land on their feet, eh? You could use practice, my friend," he wiggled his finger down at the feline before it MEOWED loudly up at him.

"And now, sir, you have your espresso!"

BanaBatGirl · 12-10-2020, 12:42 AM

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Originally Posted by kayquilz

For some reason, the man did not provide Scottie with the usual amount of anxiety his superiors normally did. Or maybe...just mAAAAYBE, as his twin had been suggesting, his job at the Ministry was improving his confidence skills. He would likely never admit to Logan that anything he said was right, thought. Not a SHOT.

Good gosh. His job? Scottie managed a snort in his direction. "Sure. If I was important enough, perhaps," he said as he moved his hand ever closer to the kneazle...cat...whatever it was. The creature lazily lifted its head to sniff the treat and veeeeeery slowly uncurled in interest. Scott, in his immense bravery, suddenly SCOOPED it up in his arms, ignoring the irritated MROOOOOW the cat let out. "Come on, mate, we just want the coffee. And now you get a treat," he said as the cat suddenly slurped it out of Scottie's hand. It seemed content to stay in Scottie's arms, too, even if a moment before it had been annoyed at the movement. "Ah, see? He's not that bad. And it's a HE." He gestured down at the cat's belly area. As if Fletcher had been asking, but he hadn't. Scottie was merely INFORMING him, all right?

"I like dogs, too. Most animals. I'm Scott Ferguson," he said with a small smile as the cat suddenly leapt from his arms and nearly missed landing on its feet. "Welp. Cats always land on their feet, eh? You could use practice, my friend," he wiggled his finger down at the feline before it MEOWED loudly up at him.

"And now, sir, you have your espresso!"

There was some resentment or something coming off the young DMLEr, though Fletcher didn't bother to ask about it. He watched and waited as the boy scooped up the cat and fed it and dropped it and all of that. "Impressive," Fletcher noted, slow clapping just a bit for him... Scott, was it? "Thank you."

He dodged around the boy and the cat and quickly started fidgeting with the machine, grinding and then tamping down the espresso powder as though he had been a barista in his past life. (He hadn't. He had, however, picked this up on his various missions to Peru.) Now that it was whirring and making a load of nose, Fletcher could lean up against the counter, his back to the machine, and get to know the cat whisperer better.

"So you're not someone important, or so you think." This was a much better topic than talking about the pets and plants around them. Fletcher wrinkled his nose at Scott Ferguson. "What are ya then? Just security?" Simon's division? What was wrong with that?

kayquilz · 12-10-2020, 02:37 AM

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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl

There was some resentment or something coming off the young DMLEr, though Fletcher didn't bother to ask about it. He watched and waited as the boy scooped up the cat and fed it and dropped it and all of that. "Impressive," Fletcher noted, slow clapping just a bit for him... Scott, was it? "Thank you."

He dodged around the boy and the cat and quickly started fidgeting with the machine, grinding and then tamping down the espresso powder as though he had been a barista in his past life. (He hadn't. He had, however, picked this up on his various missions to Peru.) Now that it was whirring and making a load of nose, Fletcher could lean up against the counter, his back to the machine, and get to know the cat whisperer better.

"So you're not someone important, or so you think." This was a much better topic than talking about the pets and plants around them. Fletcher wrinkled his nose at Scott Ferguson. "What are ya then? Just security?" Simon's division? What was wrong with that?

JUST security?! Scottie criiiiiiiinged. "Yeah. I mean - yes, sir." He shoved his hands in his pockets and curiously watched Fletcher professionally - YES PROFESSIONALLY - make his coffee. "That smells lovely. Can you make me a cup, too, sir?" Never COULD add too many "sirs", right? "How did you learn to do this so...well?"

The cat was now rubbing on the sole of his shoe. Scottie didn't mind, but he merely smirked down at the bugger. "I'm not important, though. Security is barely part of the MLE. Like............I'm not even required at the meetings," which had been a huge sinking-heart feeling when he'd gotten his first memo about a meeting. "So clearly...we don't need to be in the know. We're not important," he shrugged and tried to play it off like he didn't care....but oh, he did.

And Fletcher probably saw right through it.

"To be frank, I only accepted the job because....I just wanted to be here," he gestured with his shoulders since his hands were still in his pockets. "And I feel like I gotta' get my IN somewhere. Even if it's...in unimpressive security."

BanaBatGirl · 12-11-2020, 12:30 AM

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JUST security?! Scottie criiiiiiiinged. "Yeah. I mean - yes, sir." He shoved his hands in his pockets and curiously watched Fletcher professionally - YES PROFESSIONALLY - make his coffee. "That smells lovely. Can you make me a cup, too, sir?" Never COULD add too many "sirs", right? "How did you learn to do this so...well?"

The cat was now rubbing on the sole of his shoe. Scottie didn't mind, but he merely smirked down at the bugger. "I'm not important, though. Security is barely part of the MLE. Like............I'm not even required at the meetings," which had been a huge sinking-heart feeling when he'd gotten his first memo about a meeting. "So clearly...we don't need to be in the know. We're not important," he shrugged and tried to play it off like he didn't care....but oh, he did.

And Fletcher probably saw right through it.

"To be frank, I only accepted the job because....I just wanted to be here," he gestured with his shoulders since his hands were still in his pockets. "And I feel like I gotta' get my IN somewhere. Even if it's...in unimpressive security."

Fletcher thought about dramatically sighing and banging the portafilter around. But he was a kind and benevolent Glitterpuff Department Head, and so he wordlessly began grinding and tamping down more beans for the boy.

"Oh... this?" Fletcher grinned and stuck a small handleless cup under his espresso drip. "My first job after graduation took me all kinds of places, with all kinds of people. I learned lots of things working for Gringotts." Including how to get on the good side of a goblin and where to get a moving tattoo or an illegally traded animal.... not that he would admit these things to someone in Law Enforcement! Ha ha! The moving tattoo, though, did reveal itself briefly on his hand before jumping back up his sleeve, as though it could read his thoughts.

Fletcher turned around to glance at Scott again. "Is that what you think....?" he mused, crossing his arms as he watched the boy. "I'm sure Simon would disagree. You've met him, right?" His old schoolmate? "Bit of a rule-stickler? Always hanging around the Atrium? He's in Security, I think. This place wouldn't still be here without him." Probably. Even Bain wouldn't be so careless as to fire one of the longest-serving employees here, Fletcher thought.

And yes, he could again sense the bitterness and lack of apathy in the security guard's tone. Someone who really didn't care wouldn't even be discussing their job. "It could be worse. You could be demoted from Personal Assistant to Maintenance Man." He chuckled LOUDLY as he pictured Kodee's face when he'd learned about his demotion. Man. Fletcher actually liked that kid, but he'd totally deserved the change in status. Now he actually had an appreciation for Fletch. Or so he thought.

Er, anyway. His espresso was done. He swapped out the portafilters and put another little cup under Scottie's to get it going. Fletcher sipped delicately at his own cup. "That's a better attitude, anyway," he lowered the cup to nod at the boy. "You start where you start. There's plenty of opportunities here. I never would have seen myself being gainfully employed, much less working closely with the Minister, when I was your age." And he was sure many of his former teachers at Hogwarts would agree, heh heh.

kayquilz · 12-11-2020, 11:28 PM

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Fletcher thought about dramatically sighing and banging the portafilter around. But he was a kind and benevolent Glitterpuff Department Head, and so he wordlessly began grinding and tamping down more beans for the boy.

"Oh... this?" Fletcher grinned and stuck a small handleless cup under his espresso drip. "My first job after graduation took me all kinds of places, with all kinds of people. I learned lots of things working for Gringotts." Including how to get on the good side of a goblin and where to get a moving tattoo or an illegally traded animal.... not that he would admit these things to someone in Law Enforcement! Ha ha! The moving tattoo, though, did reveal itself briefly on his hand before jumping back up his sleeve, as though it could read his thoughts.

Fletcher turned around to glance at Scott again. "Is that what you think....?" he mused, crossing his arms as he watched the boy. "I'm sure Simon would disagree. You've met him, right?" His old schoolmate? "Bit of a rule-stickler? Always hanging around the Atrium? He's in Security, I think. This place wouldn't still be here without him." Probably. Even Bain wouldn't be so careless as to fire one of the longest-serving employees here, Fletcher thought.

And yes, he could again sense the bitterness and lack of apathy in the security guard's tone. Someone who really didn't care wouldn't even be discussing their job. "It could be worse. You could be demoted from Personal Assistant to Maintenance Man." He chuckled LOUDLY as he pictured Kodee's face when he'd learned about his demotion. Man. Fletcher actually liked that kid, but he'd totally deserved the change in status. Now he actually had an appreciation for Fletch. Or so he thought.

Er, anyway. His espresso was done. He swapped out the portafilters and put another little cup under Scottie's to get it going. Fletcher sipped delicately at his own cup. "That's a better attitude, anyway," he lowered the cup to nod at the boy. "You start where you start. There's plenty of opportunities here. I never would have seen myself being gainfully employed, much less working closely with the Minister, when I was your age." And he was sure many of his former teachers at Hogwarts would agree, heh heh.

Scottie almost seemed to lean in closer as he listened to the older ~~and seemingly wiser~~ man. "You learned how to make coffee by working at Gringott's?" he asked curiously, his head tilting to the side. That...did not connect in his brain, but he was sure the man would explain momentarily.

But he did nod weakly at Fletcher when he asked if he thought that...because...yes, yes he did. "I know him, yeah. He's....been in security for a very long time it seems. I guess he just like...never wants to do anything better," he shrugged. He wouldn't pretend to understand Simon's decision on that. "All I know is...I was doing way cooler stuff at my previous job. Like ACTUAL stuff...not insane catching criminal stuff but more....the thinking work." He touched his temple and fixed his steady gaze at the coffee, not really wanting to meet Fletcher's eyes for whatever reason. And that demotion situation sounded so oddly specific, didn't it? "Well...yeah. I guess so. I'm too hard a worker to ever get a demotion most likely." Even if he didn't LIKE something, he couldn't just leave a job undone!

Pfffft. "You don't understand at all," he shook his head and looked at the ground. "I'm not that young. I graduated from university." He said as if university were the end-all, which if he reflected upon, he would realize it WASN'T. "And your dad isn't the most famous MLE-er of all time and space....hence why I tell NO ONE who my dad is," he pointed at Fletcher. "Including you." Maybe he could think of the surname FERGUSON and figure it out but...whatever.

BanaBatGirl · 12-13-2020, 07:33 PM

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Scottie almost seemed to lean in closer as he listened to the older ~~and seemingly wiser~~ man. "You learned how to make coffee by working at Gringott's?" he asked curiously, his head tilting to the side. That...did not connect in his brain, but he was sure the man would explain momentarily.

But he did nod weakly at Fletcher when he asked if he thought that...because...yes, yes he did. "I know him, yeah. He's....been in security for a very long time it seems. I guess he just like...never wants to do anything better," he shrugged. He wouldn't pretend to understand Simon's decision on that. "All I know is...I was doing way cooler stuff at my previous job. Like ACTUAL stuff...not insane catching criminal stuff but more....the thinking work." He touched his temple and fixed his steady gaze at the coffee, not really wanting to meet Fletcher's eyes for whatever reason. And that demotion situation sounded so oddly specific, didn't it? "Well...yeah. I guess so. I'm too hard a worker to ever get a demotion most likely." Even if he didn't LIKE something, he couldn't just leave a job undone!

Pfffft. "You don't understand at all," he shook his head and looked at the ground. "I'm not that young. I graduated from university." He said as if university were the end-all, which if he reflected upon, he would realize it WASN'T. "And your dad isn't the most famous MLE-er of all time and space....hence why I tell NO ONE who my dad is," he pointed at Fletcher. "Including you." Maybe he could think of the surname FERGUSON and figure it out but...whatever.

Fletcher was definitely older and MOST DEFINITELY wiser. Or so he would say. "Indirectly, yes," he admitted with another smooth sip of espresso. Would he be explaining or elaborating on this? No. But maybe he could toss Scotty boy one nugget of information. "Gringotts allowed me a chance to see the world, too. So I learned a lot on my travels." And yes, even when he'd been a lowly intern, making coffee for his superiors and scooping dung from the bowels of the bank, he'd been learning.

But enough about that. More about Scott's problems. "Wow," he chuckled at the bold assumptions coming from this one. "What's wrong with security? What could be better than protecting the Minister and all the employees that keep our country running?" Fletcher's dark eyebrows were up and judging young Scott. He did understand that it was more routine than some of the things the DMLE did.... so maybe Scott just needed a lateral move? "Are you sure you're in the right department, if you want to do thinking work?"

He let out a laugh and turned around to grab Scott's espresso, which was done now. He passed it to him and then invited himself to sit down at the table by him. Fletcher stretched his long legs out and took another sip of his drink. "Uhhhh," huh? What did his famous dad have to do with anything? Also, no offense but, "I have no idea who your pops is and frankly, I don't care." He also didn't care about which uni the lad had attended, particularly since Fletcher had had no formal education since he'd graduated from Hogwarts nearly 30 years ago.

Merlin, he was old.

"No offense, but I think there's a lot of Fergusons out there in the world." Fletcher was trying to hold back a smirk now. "You think your dad just walked into the Ministry and started out as a.... division head or something?" Just saying, no one got high-ranking entry-level positions anymore. Well, except him, but he'd already held down a number of jobs and started his own business. He hadn't been in his twenties or fresh out of school when he'd started as the junior undersecretary. "It's more important what you do while you're here, not what your job title is." So that said... would Scott be the kind to take initiative, or just stay in his feelings all day?

kayquilz · 12-13-2020, 09:27 PM

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Fletcher was definitely older and MOST DEFINITELY wiser. Or so he would say. "Indirectly, yes," he admitted with another smooth sip of espresso. Would he be explaining or elaborating on this? No. But maybe he could toss Scotty boy one nugget of information. "Gringotts allowed me a chance to see the world, too. So I learned a lot on my travels." And yes, even when he'd been a lowly intern, making coffee for his superiors and scooping dung from the bowels of the bank, he'd been learning.

But enough about that. More about Scott's problems. "Wow," he chuckled at the bold assumptions coming from this one. "What's wrong with security? What could be better than protecting the Minister and all the employees that keep our country running?" Fletcher's dark eyebrows were up and judging young Scott. He did understand that it was more routine than some of the things the DMLE did.... so maybe Scott just needed a lateral move? "Are you sure you're in the right department, if you want to do thinking work?"

He let out a laugh and turned around to grab Scott's espresso, which was done now. He passed it to him and then invited himself to sit down at the table by him. Fletcher stretched his long legs out and took another sip of his drink. "Uhhhh," huh? What did his famous dad have to do with anything? Also, no offense but, "I have no idea who your pops is and frankly, I don't care." He also didn't care about which uni the lad had attended, particularly since Fletcher had had no formal education since he'd graduated from Hogwarts nearly 30 years ago.

Merlin, he was old.

"No offense, but I think there's a lot of Fergusons out there in the world." Fletcher was trying to hold back a smirk now. "You think your dad just walked into the Ministry and started out as a.... division head or something?" Just saying, no one got high-ranking entry-level positions anymore. Well, except him, but he'd already held down a number of jobs and started his own business. He hadn't been in his twenties or fresh out of school when he'd started as the junior undersecretary. "It's more important what you do while you're here, not what your job title is." So that said... would Scott be the kind to take initiative, or just stay in his feelings all day?

Aaaaaand Scottie was beginning to backtrack on the WISE thing. Because this man just...didn't GET IT okay? ~~emo hair flip~~

He took his espresso and sat with Fletcher, slipping into a stool across from him. "I've traveled somewhat, too. And I guess you do learn various things from traveling...you seem like you did it for a much longer time than I did. I had to get to school...get training, get LEARNING," he slumped his shoulders. "And for what?! Meh." He sipped his coffee, burned his tongue, and supposed he would deal with it. Whatever. He merely winced, deciding not to be a big BABY about burnt coffee tongue.

But then he puffed up in slight indignation. "Excuse you! I am MADE for MLE. I like catching the BAD GUYS. Or being involved in it, even if I don't do the heavy lifting. And security is just sooOOoo dull...even for me. And I'm fairly dull, I'll have you know," he sipped his too-hot coffee again, his tongue stinging and numb and sooOOoo he didn't much care if it burnt him again. "I'm the BRAINS of the operation. Or so I'd imagine myself to be." He snorted. "I'm glad you don't know. I don't want nepotism to be a thing here." One of his biggest fears was getting places in life due to his father alone. He wanted to prove he could handle things himself.

He then...mumbled to himself. "Hard to get over the title when you're limited to what you can do with your title..."

BanaBatGirl · 12-13-2020, 09:48 PM

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Aaaaaand Scottie was beginning to backtrack on the WISE thing. Because this man just...didn't GET IT okay? ~~emo hair flip~~

He took his espresso and sat with Fletcher, slipping into a stool across from him. "I've traveled somewhat, too. And I guess you do learn various things from traveling...you seem like you did it for a much longer time than I did. I had to get to school...get training, get LEARNING," he slumped his shoulders. "And for what?! Meh." He sipped his coffee, burned his tongue, and supposed he would deal with it. Whatever. He merely winced, deciding not to be a big BABY about burnt coffee tongue.

But then he puffed up in slight indignation. "Excuse you! I am MADE for MLE. I like catching the BAD GUYS. Or being involved in it, even if I don't do the heavy lifting. And security is just sooOOoo dull...even for me. And I'm fairly dull, I'll have you know," he sipped his too-hot coffee again, his tongue stinging and numb and sooOOoo he didn't much care if it burnt him again. "I'm the BRAINS of the operation. Or so I'd imagine myself to be." He snorted. "I'm glad you don't know. I don't want nepotism to be a thing here." One of his biggest fears was getting places in life due to his father alone. He wanted to prove he could handle things himself.

He then...mumbled to himself. "Hard to get over the title when you're limited to what you can do with your title..."

Scott was CLEARLY getting in his feelings right now, which was okay, but you know.... not exactly what Fletcher wanted to be around when he was just here for the coffee.

He nodded along to the boy, not offering any more details or stories as he seemed more in need of a listening ear than some advice. "I'm sure you're not the only uni grad who didn't immediately land his dream job after graduation," he offered kindly, brightly. If he were older and more like his mentor, Charles, he'd probably be patting Scottie on the shoulder or something. But instead Fletcher was preoccupied with his own thoughts and was currently hoping his son wouldn't grow up to be this.... emotional?

Now the undersecretary did chuckle aloud as the boy took offense. "Listen, man, maybe you just need to think outside the box. And MAKE opportunities for yourself happen. Be around, not hiding in the breakroom on another floor. Show initiative. Volunteer for things. I know Goldwasser has some new ideas for your level, so... maybe take on one of those."

What those ideas were, Fletcher hadn't really been paying attention to, but he was sure some changes were in store. Things always changed around here when they got new blood on the department head team.

kayquilz · 12-13-2020, 10:00 PM

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Scott was CLEARLY getting in his feelings right now, which was okay, but you know.... not exactly what Fletcher wanted to be around when he was just here for the coffee.

He nodded along to the boy, not offering any more details or stories as he seemed more in need of a listening ear than some advice. "I'm sure you're not the only uni grad who didn't immediately land his dream job after graduation," he offered kindly, brightly. If he were older and more like his mentor, Charles, he'd probably be patting Scottie on the shoulder or something. But instead Fletcher was preoccupied with his own thoughts and was currently hoping his son wouldn't grow up to be this.... emotional?

Now the undersecretary did chuckle aloud as the boy took offense. "Listen, man, maybe you just need to think outside the box. And MAKE opportunities for yourself happen. Be around, not hiding in the breakroom on another floor. Show initiative. Volunteer for things. I know Goldwasser has some new ideas for your level, so... maybe take on one of those."

What those ideas were, Fletcher hadn't really been paying attention to, but he was sure some changes were in store. Things always changed around here when they got new blood on the department head team.

Hmm...Fletcher DID have a point. "So...you're saying to....put my nose in places I don't necessarily belong?" he cocked an eyebrow. "I can do that. But sometimes those people can be so annoying, and Goldwasser is not a man I want to irritate," he sipped his coffee again. His tongue was screaming in protest, but it was too late now to back down from drinking it.

HE WOULD PERSIST.

"To be fair, I HAVE been hiding a fair bit. We have a meeting coming up...perhaps I can...you know, stick my nose out then," he said simply. "What was your first job?" Scottie didn't even know what he would guess he had done. "You babysat cruppies, didn't you, sir?" he kept his face serious, his tone serious, and yet.....he was being somewhat facetious. Logan would be shocked Scottie knew how to joke with superiors.

BanaBatGirl · 12-13-2020, 10:16 PM

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Hmm...Fletcher DID have a point. "So...you're saying to....put my nose in places I don't necessarily belong?" he cocked an eyebrow. "I can do that. But sometimes those people can be so annoying, and Goldwasser is not a man I want to irritate," he sipped his coffee again. His tongue was screaming in protest, but it was too late now to back down from drinking it.

HE WOULD PERSIST.

"To be fair, I HAVE been hiding a fair bit. We have a meeting coming up...perhaps I can...you know, stick my nose out then," he said simply. "What was your first job?" Scottie didn't even know what he would guess he had done. "You babysat cruppies, didn't you, sir?" he kept his face serious, his tone serious, and yet.....he was being somewhat facetious. Logan would be shocked Scottie knew how to joke with superiors.

"Not your nose." Now Fletcher was the one who maybe wanted to knock Scott upside the head. Just a small whack, to make sure his brains were in the right place. "You, entirely. It's all about those connections, and bring in the right place at the right time. So maybe you could do a better job of keeping your eyes and ears open is all I'm saying."

He wasn't going to fall on his sword, so to speak, for this kid though. Fletcher ALSO didn't want to get on Goldwasser's bad side, though it may have been too late for that.

He was nearly finished with his espresso now and let out a small sigh of contentment. No burnt tongues here. Learning how to properly drink an espresso was one of those polished life things he'd accomplished over the years with the wealth he'd acquired. Fletcher nodded to Scott's idea to volunteer (not stick his nose out, whatever that was about), though his nodding quickly turned into a shake of the head.

"What?" He laughed loudly and ran a hand through his dark hair. "Whatever gave you that idea?" Another laugh came as he leaned forward a bit. "No, I ran a bit of a racket on the streets here... picking pockets, setting up scams, pretending a Muggle had run over my foot with a car...." He leaned back in his seat. "See, anything was an upgrade after that. Even being an intern at Gringotts. Then I just worked my way up from there."

Babysitting cruppies... Fletcher still had mirth in his eyes at the thought of such a soft job. IF ONLY.

kayquilz · 12-17-2020, 12:27 AM

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"Not your nose." Now Fletcher was the one who maybe wanted to knock Scott upside the head. Just a small whack, to make sure his brains were in the right place. "You, entirely. It's all about those connections, and bring in the right place at the right time. So maybe you could do a better job of keeping your eyes and ears open is all I'm saying."

He wasn't going to fall on his sword, so to speak, for this kid though. Fletcher ALSO didn't want to get on Goldwasser's bad side, though it may have been too late for that.

He was nearly finished with his espresso now and let out a small sigh of contentment. No burnt tongues here. Learning how to properly drink an espresso was one of those polished life things he'd accomplished over the years with the wealth he'd acquired. Fletcher nodded to Scott's idea to volunteer (not stick his nose out, whatever that was about), though his nodding quickly turned into a shake of the head.

"What?" He laughed loudly and ran a hand through his dark hair. "Whatever gave you that idea?" Another laugh came as he leaned forward a bit. "No, I ran a bit of a racket on the streets here... picking pockets, setting up scams, pretending a Muggle had run over my foot with a car...." He leaned back in his seat. "See, anything was an upgrade after that. Even being an intern at Gringotts. Then I just worked my way up from there."

Babysitting cruppies... Fletcher still had mirth in his eyes at the thought of such a soft job. IF ONLY.

Eyes and ears...the right places...it sounded vaguely familiar. Like, almost something Logan would say. "I'll keep that in mind, Mr. Fletcher," he shot the man a small smile, sipping his WAY TOO HOT coffee casually, still ignoring the burnt tongue of it all.

WAIT HOLD THE ESPRESSO.

SCOTTIE'S MOUTH DROPPED TO THE FLOOR.

"You...WERE A THIEF?!" he cried suddenly. "YOU? I cannot envision a department head previously as THIEF!" The disbelief was coated in every syllable of his tone! How in Merlin's socks could this BE? "So what made you stop doing that? Have you ever been arrested?" Cue a SQUINT at you, Mr. Fletcheroo! The character development of it all was just astounding to Scottie Ferguson, son of Wes Ferguson, the most righteous man that Scott knew!

BanaBatGirl · 12-17-2020, 11:05 PM

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Eyes and ears...the right places...it sounded vaguely familiar. Like, almost something Logan would say. "I'll keep that in mind, Mr. Fletcher," he shot the man a small smile, sipping his WAY TOO HOT coffee casually, still ignoring the burnt tongue of it all.

WAIT HOLD THE ESPRESSO.

SCOTTIE'S MOUTH DROPPED TO THE FLOOR.

"You...WERE A THIEF?!" he cried suddenly. "YOU? I cannot envision a department head previously as THIEF!" The disbelief was coated in every syllable of his tone! How in Merlin's socks could this BE? "So what made you stop doing that? Have you ever been arrested?" Cue a SQUINT at you, Mr. Fletcheroo! The character development of it all was just astounding to Scottie Ferguson, son of Wes Ferguson, the most righteous man that Scott knew!

Right, hopefully he would. Fletcher knew it was a bit of unsolicited advice but they had a lot of turnover here, and if his advice would help one new employee stay on... then surely the HR folks in his department would appreciate that.

Now back to the topic of himself ~~which he did enjoy discussing.~~ Heh heh. "I was a child," Fletcher clarified, though he was smirking a bit. He completely enjoyed this reaction from Scott Ferguson. The shock! The wonder! The fact that he'd made a success of himself anyway! "I did get picked up, eventually, but they just sent me to Hogwarts." Because what were they going to do an underage wizard? Fletcher had just thought he was really good at picking pockets when that had been the magic all along.

Anyway, he was finished with his espresso, and it was high time he stopped loitering around before another kneazle tried leaving with him. "I'm sure this goes without saying, Scott, my man, but I'd appreciate it if you kept that small bit of information about me to yourself." He chuckled and stood up, patting the lad on the shoulder as he did so. "I've got to be heading back to Level One but, again, thank you for getting rid of the kneazle for me." He'd put Scott Ferguson on his nice list, he would.

kayquilz · 12-19-2020, 06:59 PM

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Right, hopefully he would. Fletcher knew it was a bit of unsolicited advice but they had a lot of turnover here, and if his advice would help one new employee stay on... then surely the HR folks in his department would appreciate that.

Now back to the topic of himself ~~which he did enjoy discussing.~~ Heh heh. "I was a child," Fletcher clarified, though he was smirking a bit. He completely enjoyed this reaction from Scott Ferguson. The shock! The wonder! The fact that he'd made a success of himself anyway! "I did get picked up, eventually, but they just sent me to Hogwarts." Because what were they going to do an underage wizard? Fletcher had just thought he was really good at picking pockets when that had been the magic all along.

Anyway, he was finished with his espresso, and it was high time he stopped loitering around before another kneazle tried leaving with him. "I'm sure this goes without saying, Scott, my man, but I'd appreciate it if you kept that small bit of information about me to yourself." He chuckled and stood up, patting the lad on the shoulder as he did so. "I've got to be heading back to Level One but, again, thank you for getting rid of the kneazle for me." He'd put Scott Ferguson on his nice list, he would.

Ooooh oh oh oh. The mention of Hogwarts made Scottie realize that Fletcher MUST have been an actual child. "Whoah. I didn't know you were THAT young. You didn't start off at - well - oh - " Okay. Bye then, Fletcherson.

He NEEDED to know more about this fascinating man's life. Like...was he a muggleborn?! But the man was probably very busy and needed to get back to his level. "Thanks for the chat, sir!" he said, raising his cup above his head a bit before sighing as he waved gently. "Any time. We need to have a chat again!" It could never be a bad thing to have friends in the department heads, right?

And that majorly raised his confidence level for the day. He couldn't wait to tell Logan! HE HAD BEEN FRIENDLY WITH A DEPARTMENT HEAD.

*Nordic Witch* · 03-03-2021, 04:16 PM

Even bosses needed breaks sometimes, right? Aurora was in need of one right now, since staring at reports about dragon sightings all over Britain, and organizing what search team went where, was slowly causing a migraine to build in her head. Still familiarizing herself with level 4 Aurora headed into the Pet's and Plant's Cafe to check that out.

At the sight of all the cute kneazles and crup’s milling about on the floor she immediately felt herself relax, and an easy smile formed on her lips. Going over to sit down on a stool in the otherwise deserted café, she watched as a white kneazle broke away from the others and started to make it's way over to her, pushing a rat toy ahead of it. "Hey little one! Do you want me to play with you?" Leaning down she gave the kneazle a gentle scratch between the ears, before she kicked the rattoy across the floor watching the kneazle run after it.

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