Once you've come through the black door from the corridor you'll find a circular room done up entirely in black from floor to ceiling. Again the light source is scarce, but this time it emanates from bright blue flames coming from candles that are mounted on the walls between each of several black doors.

As a means of protecting the sensitive information housed behind each of the black doors this room will periodically rotate leaving all but the Unspeakables who work here disoriented and possibly also dizzy. When the room is not spinning, however the doors can be opened with a push and Unspeakables may enter their work area to begin the day's toil in the Ever-locked room, Thought, Space, Time and Death Chambers or the Hall of Prophecies.





OOC: This thread is for any work area scenes and is meant to be used for the multiple rooms (Space Room, Thought Room, etc...). Feel free to embellish the scenery of your character's work area in your posts, but be careful not to deviate too much from the books description if the area your character works in is described in the books.

Edward came into the ever-locked room carrying something under his arm. He had dressed as he normally would for work. He'd never considered doing anything to personalise his space, but this seemed fitting.

He walked up to his spot at the table where he kept his research notes and office supplies and cleared out a spot on the shelf above his space. Retrieving the item, he placed a newly framed photo that had been taken at Derby. It was he and Krel as they stood atop the boulder they had climbed near the end of the day. He smiled as the couple in the image stood near one another and looked out over the horizon, exulting in their accomplishment. What Edward really liked about the picture was how relaxed and happy Krel looked in the picture. It had been a good day and he was happy to have this reminder in his work space of it.

Glancing at the cup in her hand, Jade frowned. Usually a cup of tea was just what she needed to calm her stomach, but so far it had only managed to upset her stomach more. She just hoped that she wasn't coming down with whatever the twins had. Zara had just gotten over whatever it was but their poor little Bale was still feeling ill. It had taken so much of herself to leave her little man with the nanny this morning.

Tossing the cup away, she continues on to her workstation. There was much to do today and she had to get started so she could get home as soon as possible. There really was no time to be idle in their department.

Vanessa breathed deeply as she pushed open the not so really familiar doors to the Department of Mysteries. It had been over an year, 18 months to be exact, since she'd been here. Things pretty much looked and smelled the same-- dark, with a pungent licorice scent. As she fanned her nose, she shouted a brief "Hello" to all in the Work Area. Vanessa really didn't know anyone. It wasn't only because of her sabbatical, but merely due to her rather unfaltering shyness around unattained acquaintances.

Her sabbatical was well needed, for she was a Death Specialist. Within her first 5 months here, she became completely stumped as to what to do. Everyone always seemed so busy doing things, and she well, really haven't an idea of what she specialized in, besides Death. Luckily, one her first day, she found an old journal with notes in it about the Veil that resides in the chamber. After spending hours and hours researching, she was at her witts end with her limited knowledge and tattered notebook. So she did something so unusual--- she took time off to attend a muggle university!!! No one knows the truth behind her leave, but now she was back and more ready than ever to conquer death and all its mysteries.

Edward went to a filing cabinet in the ever-locked room that had been placed there for working files. The ones that were finished had been placed elsewhere. He started shuffling through them, looking for the proposal he had made earlier in the year. He thought it was time to re-look it. It took some time, he thought he had put these things in more logical order, but it appeared that they were all out of sorts. He had to shuffle through a couple times before he ran across it. FINALLY! he said as he pulled out the correct one and shut the drawer. He smiled as he observed the ministry seal. It was cool seeing the figures move through the image.

Edward opened the file folder and saw a sheaf of papers covered by an abstract to explain the purpose of the research project. If you happened to be reading over his shoulders, this is what you would see.

He looked through the proposal to decide if he should take it to Jasper or not. He wasn't sure if it justified the time it would take.

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Newton sighed as she stepped into the office. Her siblings had kept her up half the night, the only solace being that little Ophelia wasn't there to disturb the peace. And though the young adult wasn't a stickler for fun and enjoyed having a good time with the people she grew up with, did ~everyone~ have to decide to come home and celebrate Isaac's birthday at once? Having seven adults at home wasn't a problem, as they were all good company and the conversations were wonderful, but the combination of birthday fun and the sibling catch up didn't leave a lot of room for sleeping. Especially not when the poor blonde had to share a room with the loudest snorer among them, Marie. At least they woke her up early enough that she had time to make hot tea and run a shower. Because apparently, birthday cake wasn't so easy to get out of your nose. Yeah, birthday parties at the Clarke house were a weird event.

Making her way to her desk, the blonde ran a mental checklist of everything that she needed for today. Tea in an adorable little carry around mug. Check. Back up quill pens and ink. Check. Extra hair ties. Check. So far, everything was in order. And that was good enough for now. Because it was kind of early and the twenty one year old was pretty sure she was wearing her little sisters dress. At least it fit. Maybe the eldest Clarke child would casually hide it in the back of her closet and 'forget' to give it to the other girl when it was time to leave. It would end up in the other's hands, though maybe at Christmas or New Years when the time was right and the giving spirit was in the air. except not right now. Newton wasn't exactly feeling giving right now. And she wanted the dress for herself. Sorry kid.

Taking a sip of her tea, she realized that somehow sugar had missed the equation completely in the hectic rush that had been getting everyone off to work this morning. Pursing her cheeks in the same way you did when you sucked on a lemon, the blue eyed girl decided to give up on the tea and find a way to get her brother to make her another glass. Just because she was the oldest didn't mean that Newton couldn't play the pouty card. Sometimes the pouty face worked wonders. Being the oldest in a homeschooled family of several children meant that you learned the tricks of the trade before you were out of diapers. Anyway, working. That was something that had to be done today.

Vanessa sat at her desk trying to will herself to work. The Christmas holidays came back around and she was super stressed about it. She hadn't seen her aunt in 8 years and missed her terribly around this time of year. As Vanessa sat still thinking about her past, she quickly tried to shake off the depressing feel. A quick walk around the room should help, she said to herself. As she began walking, she was everyone heads down working lazily, and even sleeping. Everyone seems so down lately, she thought. Feed up with all the misery going about, when she got to her desk, she pulled out her wand and whispered," Decori benignus" She laughed at her handiwork and sat down at her happy feel desk.

Newton going back to work - Polyvore

Her youngest sister was out of the house and back at Hogwarts, and that meant that Newton could finally get some work done. Babysitting seemed to be a lot more fun when the all the kid could do was crawl and eat and gab on in baby speak. During the summer, the twelve year old moved her entire room to the attic for ~no~ reason, causing a gigantic shift in the house as everyone scrambled to claim the now abandoned bedroom. In the end it had been selected as a reference room for anyone to use during work, with all of their old textbooks and several articles comprising the shelves and small desk.

But Newton's days of unpredictability were over, and the young adult wiped her hands on her arm green dress and took a swig of coffee from a steel thermos on her desk. Yes, coffee. Before it had been assorted teas with minimal sugar, as coffee was way too strong for the woman's tastes, but looking after the kid meant constant vigilance, and that required a little pick me up. The same person who preached about how unneeded coffee was was now drinking it not two months later. Ooops.

Leaning back in her chair slightly, the woman inspected her orange nails and made sure they were neat and nice before getting to work. Not that she wanted to, but it was kind of needed. And her mother was always preaching that work came before pleasure. Now was a perfect example, because what Newton ~really~ wanted to do was let her blonde hair loose down her back, kick off her heels, and relax for a while. however, that was an activity for home. And these tan leather heels were way too cute to abandon.