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The employee break room is a minimalist space designed for function and efficiency. Its brutalist aesthetic features clean lines, concrete walls, and stark, unadorned furniture. The seating area consists of simple, ergonomic chairs and industrial-style tables, offering employees a no-nonsense place to sit, recharge, and refocus between demanding tasks. In between urgent tasks, staff members are encouraged to step away and utilise this space to recharge, whether for a few minutes or a much-needed longer break.
The room's neutral tones and open layout create a sense of order and discipline, fostering a focused yet calm atmosphere. The design of this space is simple, with sleek, industrial-style tables and chairs set around the room, complemented by a couple of sturdy sofas for lounging or, if you're feeling bold, napping. A single enchanted chessboard sits in one corner, and a shelf containing select reading material is available for those who wish to stay informed during their breaks.
The kitchen area is equally practical, with a counter streamlining a selection of enchanted coffee brewers, which is notoriously strong by popular demand, and basic snacks. A sleek microwave, refrigerator, and several cupboards are available for anyone who brings in their own meals and mugs. Just be sure to label anything that is yours, otherwise it will be claimed by the unofficial Ministry Lost and Found—a polite way of saying it'll likely disappear.
Gabriel was not the suspicious sort. And the more time he spent in the Ministry, the more he doubted anybody would be interested in stealing his lunch. Especially as he usually disguised it to look unappetizing until he was ready to eat it.
Nothing fragrant, mind. Just a nice illusion charm to add the sheen of mold to otherwise perfectly cooked beans, or some spots on his potatoes.
It wasn't particularly creative, but it was also labeled Melo and he had no problem with everybody thinking he was a terrible cook. It would keep him from being volunteered to bring food to events. Or something.
Anyway, he came into the break room, hungry at last, and pulled his lunch out of the cupboard and plopped it onto the table. Time to make it look edible again, yes?
It was seemingly, another rather lovely day at the office. There hadn't been too many disturbances, but it also wasn't like she was stuck in the offices every day. It certainly wasn't boring, that's for sure. There was excitement all around, or something that needed to be looked into, which was exciting in it's own rights to Selene Latimer.
However, everyone, even Merlin himself, had to take breaks to eat. Which is what Selene had found herself going to do right now. She was rather hungry, and her favorite had been packed for today: some exquisite sushi. Walking into the break room, the first thing Selene took note of was one of her fellow coworkers in there as well. But...his lunch was...rotted...? Certainly that mustn't be what he was actually going to eat? "I trust your not actually eating that." The auburn haired woman spoke up, now making her way over to the cupboards to grab her own food.
Taking the sushi out from there, Selene had then made her way over to a vending machine, putting in some money to grab a sprite from it. Turning back to face the man, she nodded towards a chair at the table. "Mind if I join you? The name's Selene, by the way."
Trust...not eating...? Gabriel looked up in confusion at the woman. Of course he was eating...He glanced down at his meal again. Oh. He'd forgotten one of the illusion charms still. Getting his wand back out, he removed his charm, leaving his food looking perfectly normal and absolutely edible.
Nothing gross here.
"No problem, have a seat," he said, gesturing at the chair. "I'm Gabriel." He took a bite of his food and chewed happily. He wasn't a bad cook, after all.
With his feet up and his eyes closed, Jude Joel MacAfee had the look of someone who hadn’t worked a day in his life. On his break, he’d acquainted himself with his usual seat on the sofa with his legs on the arm of the chair. Not the most professional of looks by any stretch of the imagination but what did it matter when you were the only one in the room?
With an almost lazy movement, he reached over to the bag of carrot sticks resting on his chest and grabbed a few, tossing one into his mouth without so much as opening his eyes. Life was good. Whoever said that being the Personal Assistant to the Department Head was difficult clearly hadn’t worked in a pub on New Year’s Eve in the New York.
Was he supposed to be doing something? Maybe…but it could wait until after his break, surely?
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With his feet up and his eyes closed, Jude Joel MacAfee had the look of someone who hadn’t worked a day in his life. On his break, he’d acquainted himself with his usual seat on the sofa with his legs on the arm of the chair. Not the most professional of looks by any stretch of the imagination but what did it matter when you were the only one in the room?
With an almost lazy movement, he reached over to the bag of carrot sticks resting on his chest and grabbed a few, tossing one into his mouth without so much as opening his eyes. Life was good. Whoever said that being the Personal Assistant to the Department Head was difficult clearly hadn’t worked in a pub on New Year’s Eve in the New York.
Was he supposed to be doing something? Maybe…but it could wait until after his break, surely?
Chance for mischief? Yes, please! And what could be a better opportunity for mischief than a coworker making themselves perfectly at home in the company break room?
Ronan casually tossed his gym bag (filled with fresh from the gym clothes, of course) on top of the lounging assistant and made his way to the vending machines. Choosing some baked potato chips and a water, he carried his snack over to the sofa and flopped down, just missing MacAfee's head. Yes, he was also sitting near his bag, but, you know, auror so he didn't want to be too far from it.
Continuing to act as if MacAfee wasn't there, Ronan opened the chips and popped one in his mouth. Honestly, not quite as tasty as regular chips, but he did have his health to think about. Which did beg the question of why not vegetables but one couldn't be a good boy all the time. Talk about a snooze fest!
It was then and only then that he acknowledged the other person in the room with an inscrutable raised brow.
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Chance for mischief? Yes, please! And what could be a better opportunity for mischief than a coworker making themselves perfectly at home in the company break room?
Ronan casually tossed his gym bag (filled with fresh from the gym clothes, of course) on top of the lounging assistant and made his way to the vending machines. Choosing some baked potato chips and a water, he carried his snack over to the sofa and flopped down, just missing MacAfee's head. Yes, he was also sitting near his bag, but, you know, auror so he didn't want to be too far from it.
Continuing to act as if MacAfee wasn't there, Ronan opened the chips and popped one in his mouth. Honestly, not quite as tasty as regular chips, but he did have his health to think about. Which did beg the question of why not vegetables but one couldn't be a good boy all the time. Talk about a snooze fest!
It was then and only then that he acknowledged the other person in the room with an inscrutable raised brow.
In life, it is said that a person has many, many things they are both good and not so good at. He, Jude, was one of those people who could NOT drop off to sleep easily unless her wasn’t supposed to be taking a nap in which he found it all too easy. So, by the time said Auror came into the room, Jude had practically dropped off into Never Never Land when out of nowhere, a bag came flying over at him, walloping him in the chest.
Coughing and spluttering in a way only a person who shouldn’t be taking a not so earned nap could, Jude flew into an upright position, his carrot sticks leaving his chest as he did so.
BiiiiiNG!¿! BaaaNG!!!! BoiiNK!!
And just like that, they come back down everywhere. On him. On the floor. Everywhere. Even onto the person who had suddenly apparated next to him because he certainly seemed to be eying up his carrot sticks with an intent to eat! “S’up guy! Can I h-help you?” grunting as he felt the bag that was apparently on top of him for some reason. Did you not notice that I was…” sitting up quickly, letting the bag fly off him and onto the floor, “…here?” a small grin across his lips.
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Not even being hit with falling carrots could stop the chuckle from erupting from Ronan's chest at MacAfee's reaction. Though, it was lucky (or good old Auror senses?) that he didn't keep anything fragile in his bag. "Mmm-hmm," was his simple response to the question, after swallowing the chip he'd been chewing. "It's good to know that my sneaking skills are still in working order." Though, he hadn't exactly been sneaking in this instance. But nobody needed to know that.
He continued to ignore the fallen carrots in favor of his chips, popping another in his mouth and chewing slowly. He was amused, truly.
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Not even being hit with falling carrots could stop the chuckle from erupting from Ronan's chest at MacAfee's reaction. Though, it was lucky (or good old Auror senses?) that he didn't keep anything fragile in his bag. "Mmm-hmm," was his simple response to the question, after swallowing the chip he'd been chewing. "It's good to know that my sneaking skills are still in working order." Though, he hadn't exactly been sneaking in this instance. But nobody needed to know that.
He continued to ignore the fallen carrots in favor of his chips, popping another in his mouth and chewing slowly. He was amused, truly.
Jude didn’t know if he was annoyed or amused at the auror’s chuckle. A part of him and a very small part at that was slightly embarrassed which didn’t happen a lot to him. Whereas another part of him just found the whole situation very amusing. “Oh, they’re still in working order,” he replied with a big grin across his face as slowly got to his feet, acknowledging the fact that there was no way he’d be able to catch a quick five minutes rest away from the big boss man now.
“I honestly don’t know how you did it. I’m like…so aware of things and perceptive usually,” he continued as he stretched up towards the sky and let out a loud yawn. “I could be an auror. I’m like a…” and at the pause in the sentence, he did his best impression of a ninja/spy, karate chopping the air in front of him as if he were incapacitating an invisible foe. “…Ninja. Or a spy. Deadly and dangerous.” Was he being serious? No. Not in the slightest. He knew full well that he should not be left in charge of anything more important that a muggle stapler. “Hey Ninja man, what’s up? I’m Jude,” turning towards the auror boss man now on the sofa with his hand outstretched.
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Well, it did take a bit more than ninja skills to be an Auror. Not least MacAfee’s next comment brought a full laugh out of Ronan. ”Looked like you were having a nap to me.” But no worries about being ratted out here. As far as he was concerned, what happened in the break room, stayed in the break room. In the office, however…..
He took the offered hand and shook it, letting it go quickly. ”Ronan. Nice to meet you in person.”
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Well, it did take a bit more than ninja skills to be an Auror. Not least MacAfee’s next comment brought a full laugh out of Ronan. ”Looked like you were having a nap to me.” But no worries about being ratted out here. As far as he was concerned, what happened in the break room, stayed in the break room. In the office, however…..
He took the offered hand and shook it, letting it go quickly. ”Ronan. Nice to meet you in person.”
This auror clearly had no idea what was going on when he entered the room. He was simply, relaxing in the chair with his eyes closed for concentration and had simply drifted off into a deep sleep the idea that had appeared in his head like the idea of taking a nap in work when it was quiet. “Me? Nap? Pffft! Nooooo. I was simply tossing around a few ideas in my head. Y’know, for the big boss man. Super important stuff.”
Laughing a little just to prove that whilst his bluffing and lies were…well…lies, they were all good natured and full of banter. “It’s nice to meet you m-…In person?” The last part of his sentence confused Jude for a moment as his usual smile froze across his face as endless teasing possibilities popped into his head. “You knew me…not in person? You haven’t been spying on me, have you? I know you auror’s are super sneaky and all but that’s not cool man.” Oh, how he loved to be cheeky. “I might seem scary but I’m actually like, a super cool guy and really chilled, in case you couldn’t tell,” although that should have been made super clear when he’d found him taking a snooze.
Extrovert or no, mixing and mingling and all the rest was not Jake's natural forte, though he had learned to adjust over the years. He didn't think it would be wise to make an entire Event™ of this multi-lunch-hour gathering on Level Two. Not only would it detract from important work that needed doing, but it would draw criticisms about how it was detracting from important work that needed doing, and that would only serve to irritate people (it was him, he was people; it was only okay when he criticised it).
But Level Two was rife with Type A personalities, and even when that didn't apply it was nevertheless a stressful line of work. Rather than risk losing employees to overwork, burnout, and sick leave - and because he cared about their wellbeing, that also - it served to encourage breaks. Today, for example, he could remind everyone to stop and breathe and eat a banana, while also taking his opportunity to check in on the interpersonal dynamics at play in his department. Always important.
He'd set out the promised refreshments on the tables - fruit, and muffins (regular, and various free-from combinations) - and grabbed a sugar-free blueberry option for himself. Jake now stood looking out of the enchanted window, sipping on yet another coffee, which would no doubt send him into the stratosphere given he was set to be stuck in the break room until the work day was done.
Stuck? No. Socialising. Yes. That.
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If there was free food to be had, one Frankie Paton would be there. One could bet their Galleons on that. Though originally he had rolled his eyes at the sight of the words 'take a break,' his interest nevertheless increased greatly at the sight of 'muffins' and 'fruit.' So, naturally, it was no surprise seeing that he was the first in the breakroom with the bossman.
How convenient that this little shindig was happening right when he was working on a stack of paperwork that he had been putting off needed doing. The paper work would be there later, waiting for his return. The muffins and whatnot, not so much.
"Hello, boss," he told the man, helping himself to a random muffin (the first of many, most likely).
The more Jake thought about it, the more pointless it seemed, staring through these windows. At least in terms of gleaning any helpful information from them; where passing the time and entertaining himself were concerned, he supposed they scored a little higher.
He took a sip of his coffee, turning towards the door at the sound of human activity. "Afternoon, Paton." Come to think of it, was it afternoon yet? Jake snuck a glance at his watch just to be sure, though the fact he'd already said the words out loud meant he'd probably not call attention to his own error, but it was fine.
Except now he had to... make... small talk. Hm. Terrible weather we're having, huh? How's the family? What's your heart's desire? No. No. Definitely not.
Instead: "I may have overestimated the muffin situation. I suppose anything leftover can go upstairs." Leftover and possibly stale baked goods for Genevieve James and her workforce, could be hit or miss.
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Tomasz was not big on breaks. On a typical day, he worked through them. Sometimes, when especially tired, he took the time to rest his eyes. But today, he would take his break with the rest of his department. Not because he wanted to, but because Mr. Upstead had put this together for them.
Shoving his hands into his pockets, Tomasz made his way into the breakroom. He paused to wave politely at Paton, and offered Mr. Upstead a small smile. "Hello." Unfortunately Tomasz wouldn't be helping with any overestimated muffin issue, he was not so hungry, but maybe he could take one home for Demetria. "Which flavor is best?" He asked, nodding to the overestimated situation of muffins.
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He was here, he was here. Not willingly, but here, nonetheless. He didn’t mind breaks, but food that he couldn’t be for certain wasn’t from the ministry’s cafeteria? That he would be avoiding, thanks. Which shouldn’t really be a surprise, everyone knew his personal policy on cafeteria food. And after all the times it had been doctored and the time Goldwasser left one of his victims on the buffet, he was surprised more didn’t follow his lead. Then again, this might be one of those things that only makes sense to an auror. But enough about people and their questionable choices.
Also surprising to Ronan? The lack of one of the ministry’s big to-dos to welcome everyone back. Had his little car stunt at the last one really been that offensive? He hadn’t thought so but then, people could be weird. Or was he the weird one? Oh well. Though he did wish people could be more like him sometimes.
Anyway, he took a seat on the sofa after stopping by the vending machine (as usual, no offense to the muffins) with a ”Hey, guys!”
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Food... food.... He wanted food, but didn't really want to run down to the food court or out of the Ministry. Hugo had the feeling that if he left the confines of his work, he wouldn't come back today and he still had a few things he needed to take care of before he went home. Which meant his only option was whatever was in the break room.
He paused for a moment in front of the coffee pot. Nope. That wasn't what he wanted. Caffeine at this hour would just keep his very old soul awake and he was looking forward to getting some beauty rest when he did eventually go home. He ambled a few steps to the left and stood in front of the snack machine. Nope. Everything in here would likely give him gas, because, well, he was old. Getting old stunk, people. Don't do it.
Which led him to - fruit. With an audible sigh, he grabbed a banana and then helped himself to a carton of orange juice and a yogurt. He was about to grab a seat when out of the corner of his eye a blender caught his eye. "Oooo...." He set the yogurt and OJ down and started peeling the banana. "Let's make a smoothie..." he sung to himself. He stopped using words, but kept humming.
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There was only so many times one could magically reheat the dregs of tea in his mug as he worked on finishing up some paperwork. So, Simon made his way to the breakroom to brew some fresh water, a glance at his watch making him figured to switch to something milder then the previous earl grey. The security man was greeted to an enthusiastic Hugo humming along to some song that he himself couldn’t place, causing him to casually raise an eyebrow as he froze and momentarily watched.
“Do tell me now if I need to be worried about you going nutty,” he mused, finally breaking his own silence as he moved towards the sink after dumping the used tea bag into the trash. He left out the ‘in old age’ lest it be turned back on him given he was only marginally older than his boss. He already got enough teasing about that from others.
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Finding a moment to herself while Frankie dealt with some official Auror business, Nova wandered into the breakroom {a breakroom that she would be frequenting in the near future, she told herself} but came to an amused halt as she watched the two men already there. She crossed her arms over her chest, taking in the humming with silent laughter. She could be wrong, as she wasn’t musically inclined {that honour belonged to her a few of her cousins - mainly Koen and Jude} but Mr. Head of Department might be a little off key. Would the performance have been better if Mr. Bennett had joined in? Nova did not wait to find out.
“Mr. Bumblebee, Sir! Hello! Mr. Bennett, hi! Would you two mind if I joined you for er…” Her eyes spied the fruits first. “Fruits? I do love strawberries if there’s any lurking about in here!” She gave the men a hopeful, puppy eyed look.
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Nutty? Oh not yet. Well, not entirely. He might be old(er) but he wasn't senile, at least not yet. ”Not at all Mr. Bennett. All fruits." Was he being intentionally obtuse? Yes, Hugo liked to do that on occasion. But it seemed poor form to turn the jibe around on someone who might also be reaching their less sentient years. "Who puts nuts in a smoothie?" He dumped the yogurt into the blenders as he contemplated how nuts would work in a smoothie. "I guess peanut butter would work, but kale or spinach would be better." the In fact, maybe they had something green he could put in his smoothie. The vegetables would probably be good for him. Vitamins and all that.
Humming again, he was about to push the start button on blender when he heard an unfamiliar voice address him - and address him wrong. It wasn't the first time he'd been called Bumblebee, but it certainly had been a while. Mostly, he’d momentarily forgotten he’d authorized a ‘bring your daughter to work’ day. He blamed the smoothie making. "Strawberries? Oh good idea..." Maybe they were in the fridge. "Check the fridge Baby Paton. I’d be happy to make you one too. Bennett? If you want one- toss me another Buh-na-huh.” Banana came out sounding very American, because, despite his many years of living in Britain, there were a few words he just couldn’t force himself to pronounce Britishishly. Sweaters were still sweaters and not jumpers, mail and not post, and most of all - gas and not petrol.
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Simon fought the urge to roll his eyes at the response he got, catching that the other man was well aware of his meaning and chose to go the other direction. So yes, enough facilities apparently held in Hugo’s brain that he could relax and not worry about it. Which allowed the security head to retrieve the fresh tea bag he had grabbed from his stash from his robe pocket to add to his mug after setting the teapot to boil. “Peanut butter would at least had the protein.” Even if he agreed the greens might be healthier.
And now he was in on the smoothie talk.
He shook his head at himself before turning as the door to the break room was opened. Bumblebee certainly fit the department head in some ways, but Simon wasn’t about to say anything. Or correct the teen as he leaned back slightly against the counter. “Hello Ms. Paton,” he returned shaking his head at Hugo. “Nah I’m fine without a smoothie,” he remarked, politely turning the offer down and letting the boss enjoy it all for himself.
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How worried was Nova Leigh Paton about addressing the MLE Department Head incorrectly? {or partially incorrectly}. Not in the slightest! She meant no disrespect and bumblebees were quite lovely, hard workers. Nova certainly had a good feeling about Mr. Bumblebee though, a feeling that they would hit it right off. How right she was! Nova was also completely delighted that he recalled who she was. “Baby Paton is on the job!”
Having a smoothie was the last thing she expected to find herself doing today but Nova would take it! It was too bad that Simon was missing out the opportunity to join her and Bumblebee but tea was good too. A few seconds of rummaging through the fridge - which needed clearing in her opinion, too many stale sandwiches in there - a small box of strawberries was delivered with a flourish to Bumblebee - who upon closer inspection was definitely not yellow and black and not an all an Autobot.“I think that’s enough for buh-na-huhs though.” Nova wasn’t mocking the accent; just trying it out for herself because she found it intriguing.
“So… are smoothies a thing in MLE?” Did they like have smoothie drinking competitions?
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Of course he knew who she was. Hugo might be old and on his way to nutterville, but he did have a pretty good memory. Especially for faces. Besides, her petition for a daddy-daughter day had included a photo. Also, surely Frank had flashed a photo or two-thousand around the place. Rather, he had been worried she’d take offense to being called baby, but then anyone who was brave enough to call him a bumblebee certainly wouldn’t be that sensitive to being called a name in return?
”The man liveth on tea alone,” he said with a big smile to Simon. ”It’s cause I wouldn’t add nuts,” he whispered conspiratorially to Nova as he took the proffered strawberries from Nova. He set them down on the counter so he could hull them, or more precisely his magic could hull them. He waved his wand over them and the greens popped off before the fruits added themselves to the blender. Were smoothies a thing here? ”Ahhhh… not precisely. Coffee perhaps. I’m sure the third shift security team has brewing contests. Who’s is the closest to tar. Who’s can make your eyes pop.” He miminic the motion with his hands, long fingers sprayed out like weird eyelashes. And if they didn’t…. ”Mmmm… perhaps we should really do that Simon.” He tossed the top on the blender and hit puree, promptly drowning out anything that might have been said in response.
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Nova was of the opinion that dear old Bumblebee would surely head to Nutterville sooner than expected. In her opinion, he was already somewhat eccentric. But! This was meant in the loveliest of ways. The teen giggled as she threw a wink at the Department Head. “Nuts make an exceptional garnish for hot chocolate though,’’ young Ms. Paton remarked with a nod, watching in great fascination as magic took care of the majority of the work.
Nova clapped her hands in delight. “How lovely! When I make it into the YATI programme, I hope they’ll allow me to take part.” Unless they were afraid this pretty little miss was going to whoop them in such a contest. Nova giggled again, her free spirit liking her dad’s boss more and more with each word that left his mouth. “Which superlative for coffee is your speciality then?” she questioned looking from one man to the other. “I can see ‘Coffee that can make your eyes pop’ being Mr. Bumblebee’s.”
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Simon found himself smiling at the banter between man and young lady, the Baby Paton from both of them the most amusing. Now this…this he missed more than the smoothie truth be told. His kids had grown from the cute stage, even Gracie. Hopefully Frankie treasured it, with Nova and the rest of his kiddos. He would be leaving the smoothy question to Hugo, especially as the teapot finally boiled and he had to turn his attention to his own beverage of choice. The security man pouring the water into his cup to brew and adding just a touch of milk from what the other man had been using.
However, as Hugo turned the topic to coffee including one of his security teams, Simon couldn’t help raise an eyebrow over the rim of his mug as he brought it to his lips to take a sip facing them once more as he leaned against the counter. “Funny how you think Security is the division that’s particular about their coffee,” he mused with a slight smirk after swallowing. Years being amongst and later dealing with the aurors knew that certainly wasn’t the case. Oh ye that preferred out of ministry supplies of the dark brew. And wasn’t it the prosecutors who once had their fancy smancy coffee maker around when he was a YATI?
“As long as I’m not the judge.” Other than that he wasn’t about to stop anyone from poisoning themselves with whatever muck they could come up with. Though he supposed he’d certainly help them not permanently hurt themselves, especially if he was still around when Ms. Paton was with them as a YATI. As for coffee preferences…”I’m not one for it very strong…tend to be a little sweet.” That way it didn’t make his stomach hate life.