Frida happily stepped out of the third floor lifts and made her way down the corridor.
Her mind was racing, 'I can't believe this...already!' She was so thrilled, all she wanted to do was leap for joy in the middle of the Ministry lobby...but no, that would not give off a good first impression. Besides, she was one for work, not play, and anyone who knew her even the slightest bit would realize that almost immediately.

Her pale eyes looked over each door as she passed, searching for the correct one. She passed another employee on the way through and gave them a nod of acknowledgement...only the sound of footsteps and sharp heels were contained in the corridor.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the Obliviator Department door came into view. Frida did not have much with her, just her charmed bag and a quill and parchment pad in her other hand. She forced her unpacked belongings inside her bag and made sure that her long hair was still as tight as could be in a high-set ponytail on her head. Frida took one last deep breath before raising a fist to the wooden door, 'Wait. I don't have to knock now!' She pushed it open and silently entered the office.

She stood in the doorway for a moment and glanced around the room at the other employees. 'Looks like a decent and competent enough group.' Frida thought as she closed the door with a snap behind her, not even bothering to turn around while doing so. Making her way across the room to what was obviously the Division Head's desk, she set her bag down on the top. Giving another moment to catch up with her thoughts, she turned arond to face the others."Hello everyone." She said in her natural voice, it was a bit more calm and authoritative than a lot of other human beings, but that was how she had always spoke; thankfully it still contained a bit of warmth. "I've been assigned as the new Division Head for this department." Frida moved forward and extended her hand to each employee in turn. "My name is Frida Bok, and I was previously employed in the Goblin Liaison Department here at the Ministry."

After giving a bare-bones introduction of herself, she waved her wand and the belongings from her bag emptied out strategically onto the desk space. Book ends lined themselves up and accepted the heavy novels, journals and work logs that found their way in between them. An entirely different armchair also made it's way out of the purse and dropped itself down into proper position, replacing the old one. Frida looked down at the name plate that was still located on the end of the desk, she picked it up, looked it over slightly and gave her wand another flick. The previous name on the gold plate seemed to be filled in with the now molten material before being replaced with another name on it, 'Frida G. Bok', and solidifying. Satisfied with her work, Frida placed the name plate back down on the desk and made sure that all her papers, books, quills and other supplies were all perfectly aligned and in their proper order.

She then took her focus off of her 'moving-in' and turned to face her employees. "Now, before we get started, is there anything that you would like to know about me? And likewise, is there anything that you would like me to know about you? Perhaps what you are best at, or what you fear working with. Anything at all...prefered names even."

Isabella walked back in to the office and walked sharply to her desk, someone was talking as she went but she was a woman with a mission, after the two days she just had in Windsor with the crazy couple with a talking kettle they ‘’bought’’ from the castle… Isabella knew that one of the royal families was a magical person, not necessarily a witch, put a magical person who a fetish for funny magical item. Izzie had suspected foul play and return the item to the castle erased at least 4 memories and now had a mountain of paperwork to fill in…

Her heels clicked as she went, and the voice still continued, what wa that noise she thought to herself, in terms of her hells clicking that was strange as well, at least one did click on the ground as she walked anyway, her right shoe had the heel hanging off buy a thread it seemed.

She sat down at her desk and opened her bottom drawer quickly and pulled a new pair of shoes from a purple box, ‘laboutins’ said the box, and ‘ker-ching’ said Izzie’s smile… she placed her old pixie heel boots back in the draw and placed on her new zebra print 5 inch heels, looking around as she didn’t… and suddenly she fell of the edge of her chair and banged her head on the side of the table.

She got up with a shock and a small shriek… ‘’Who are you?’’ she said slowly and puzzled voice, was this the person talking, hence the what is that sound comment flying in her head, she thought she may have heard new department head, so she straightened up and pronounced gladly ‘’Hi, I’m Isabella, but call me Izzie, I’m the junior obliviator round here, seems like the only obliviator round here at the moment, just come back from a messy memory replacement in Windsor’’ lovely place, saw the queen, she is lovely.’’ She noted that she was starting to ramble on and thought better of it, ‘’Settled in ok? Any jobs you need to distribute, and finally, do you know anything about Ivan, he didn’t drown in a toilet did he?’’ as she said it she saw all the rememberalls under her new bosses desk and she smiled…

Frida gasped slightly as an employee seemed to bang their head on their desk table. 'Oh boy...' She walked over to see if the girl was alright, which apparently she was just spiffing.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Izzie. And don't worry, even though you may be the only one here, I promise not to work you to the bone." 'Hahaha!' Frida straightened up a bit more and looked down on her worker. "That must have been a lovely assignment, at least you seemed to have enjoyed it quite well."

She gazed back to her desk briefly and nodded, "I have settled in just fine, thankfully your previous boss left behind a decent amount of paperwork for me to finish filing." Ugh. A chill seemed to crawl up Frida's spine as she spoke...as though her last job didn't involve enough paperwork.
She smiled a little bit, "Well, I have a task in mind for you...which I hope will be approved by the board as soon as possible. I'm even more eager to see how you can manage with it now, seeing as you are a junior obliviator."
Frida thought for a moment, "I'm sorry, I've not heard anything about Ivan, all I know is that his job was offered to me and I took the opportunity. No worries though, surely he is just fine. Perhaps he has found his true calling." She smirked at Izzie's comment about the toilet.

Frida caught a glance in Izzie's eyes and followed her stare to something under her desk. "Wha-?" She held out her right hand and one of the remembrall's soared gracefully into it. Frida raised a brow to Izzie and laughed. "Seems like, Ivan had a little issue with remembering things...or am I mistaken?" She flicked her wand and the other remembralls stacked themselves into a pyramid on Frida's desk. She held the one in her hand out for Izzie to take, "To remember Ivan by, unless you would rather not of course."

Izzie couldnt help but laugh so hard her ribs hurt! she took the rememberall from Frida and gave her a smile to say thank you, ''i will take it to remember he, the silly idiot genuis i knew.''

She looked around the office and thought she had left it with george still in it, she looked around and gave a shrug of the shoulders and spoke to her new boss, ''George should be here, she is obviously off somewhere drowning kittens, or working out a plan to ruin Christmas, im sure she be back here shortly, or not'' she hoped and crossed her perfectly polished fingernails behind her back.

Izzie walked back over to her desk and opened up the top draw and pulled out a bagel, she started to pull the bagel apart and starting eatting it, she realised how hungry she was, she turned to her new boss and asked '' so what projects do you need me to undertake, i have re organised how the filling is sorted...'' she waved her hand towards the new shinny cabinet with it colour coordinated organising systems, with the in tray and out tray for the department above it, as she spoke a paper airplane flew gracefully into the intray ''... it seems to be effective and hoghly productive at the same time...'' She smiled to herself and a sense of proudness emerged form her.

"Well." Frida said as she wandered towards her side of the office for a moment, "If she does show up, then I will have to put her to work too." She flipped through a few of her notes, but couldn't help but stare as the girl in front of her started to tear apart a bagel. What was she, five?
She shook her head to clear it as the young woman spoke to her again, "Yes, it's a very nice job, Izzie. Well done."

About ten seconds later another paper airplane flew into the room and landed on Frida's desk. The woman opened it up and smiled slightly before looking to Izzie. "Looks like that little task I wanted you to do has been approved, excuse me for a moment, I have to go and get something...or shall I say someone." Frida marched out of the office, and had taken something like a piece of rope with her.

Frida's shadow was able to been seen as she approached the office door a short while later, but there was a whining sound that accompanied her, and a slight scratching sound on the floor tiles. The door opened and Frida came into the office, but the leash remained taught and outside. "Come on, it's all right." She slapped her hand lightly on her thigh as though calling someone into the room.
Very slowly a medium sized dog, a mutt walked shyly into the room. He was a rusty brown color with a long snout, floppy ears, big brown eyes, and large wet nose. "Izzie, this is Webster. I found him not too long ago (eight days) while shopping in Knockturn Alley, he is going to be your assignment." She looked over to the girl who was still munching away at her bagel. "I'm afraid that, Webster doesn't like people very much, and he's only just come to terms with having me around. And since we both work in a department that deals with memories, I figured that I'd let you do this little guy a favor. I want to have you recreate a memory for him so that he is able to live a happy life without constantly fearing humans. It will also help me see how much you know so that I can properly assign you in the future. You know...just a little test I guess you could say."
Webster allowed his nose to lift up into the air as he sniffed what little food there was in the room, then gave another whine and attempted to hide behind Frida some more, tail between his legs, and his belly nearly on the floor.

As the friendly chatter went on inside the office, there was a small rustling outside the door. Department Head Ben Cobblesten stood outside, waving his wand and magically sticking a notice to the door of the office.

Quote:

ATTENTION ALL LEVEL 3 EMPLOYEES!

Are you passionate about politics? Are you interesting in helping to make the future of our Ministry brighter?

If the answer is yes, then get involved in the upcoming election! Reagan Taylor challenges the reigned Minister Cooper, and they need YOUR help!

Three campaigns (Cooper, Reagan and an Independant Campaign) are looking for employees to help organize and run the campaigns for the respective candidates. There are numerous positions avaliable in all the parties, and any employee can sign up to help!

Simply sign up here stating your candidate of choice and what you are able to do for the campaign. No one is turned away!

Spread the word! Tell your friends!

Sincerely,
Ben Cobblesten, Department Head and Campaign Manager of Reagan Taylor's Campaign

After he posted the sign to the door, he stood back to admire his handwork. Once he was satisifed, he grinned and then pulled another flyer from the stack tucked neatly under his arm and headed to the next office door to spread the word.

Frida heard something happening outside and allowed Webster to wander around the room; he immediately hid under one of the desks in the office. Frida checked the corridor, there was nobody in sight, but a notice had been stuck to the door...which she read. 'Oh lovely...politics. Maybe I will get involved somehow.'

She stepped back into the room and spotted, Webster hiding from the women. Frida sighed lightly and coaxed the poor dog out, her eyes turned to Izzie. "Well? Would you like to get started?" Frida held out the leash that was attached to the collar that was loosely around Webster's neck. "Don't be scared, I have full faith in you, Izzie. Just let him get acquainted with you first. Depending on how effective the created memory is will help me decide what type of assignments to give to you." There were a couple that Frida had in mind already, just by looking at the papers stacked up on the desk.

George just couldn't help herself. She needed to visit her old office. A little bit to gloat at Princess Izzie, Also, she wanted to ask Frida about the last case she had handled when she had worked in George's division. Strange that they had both switched departments and moved up.

George shrugged, she had always preferred creatures to people.

It was so obvious that she was keeping up a regular correspondence with Annie again, it was maybe also obvious that she was single again, and not just by the marked absence of her wedding band. As George marched down the hallway in her latest purchase, a pair of navy Prada slingbacks, to go with her dark jeans and crisp white shirt, you could hear her before you saw the door open with her customary,

BANG!

"Hey Frida," she said brightly, seeing that Izzie, her nemesis, was in fact in the room, and it was so much fun to mess with her. "I know you've got your hands full, but could I ask something?" She stepped into the room, almost cheerful.

What is wrong with the world?

Frida was still holding on to poor Webster's leash when she heard something from outside the office. "What is-?" *BANG* Some woman stepped into the room like she owned the place and quick as a flash, Webster darted out of Frida's hands and hid under his caretaker's desk as he heard the loud noise.

'Now I see why he hates people...totally unpredictable.' Frida ignored the newcomer for a moment and went to see how the animal was doing instead. "Come here...it's alright."
Satisfied when the dog came over a little bit to her and gave her hand a sniff, Frida stood up again to her full height, smoothing out her clothes and frowning slightly. The look didn't do her any good, seeing as how it seemed to age her several years.

She had to stop herself from rolling her eyes, it was such a bad habit of hers. "Well, seeing as you've invited yourself in already, you might as well go ahead and ask me." Frida sat down on the top of her desk again, chuckling slightly as she felt Webster's cold nose sniffing her ankles. 'Not too busy at the moment though.' Frida thought, and even as she did, about eighty pieces of parchment appeared on the desktop next to her. Sighing, she picked one up and read it over before looking back to George.

Oooops! George thought as the medium sized, high strung dog she barely even noticed streaked under a nearby desk.

A miscalculation.

"Uh.. Sorry?" George liked dogs but she didn't imagine this one would much want to be petted by the human that had near given him a heart attack so she gave him a respectable distance as she approached Frida. A good 3 foot radius remained when she came to a stop.

"So anyway Frida, I don't think we actually got to meet in the wake of our recent promotions, you moved here and I moved over to Beings Division, but I was in Obliviator Headquarters before that. Anyway," George continued, waving her hand as if the backstory was obvious and only a little bit important, "I think I might just have to restaff Goblin Liason now that you've left. But I'm not here about that, I was wondering if you remembered anything at all about your last assignment? Lockhart's paperwork is a bit thinner than I'd like, it happens when there is a change in management. I was doing most of Ivan's before you came along."

She still wondered what had happened to him. They had been friends once. It was entirely possible that he'd just forgotten to come to work but for months on end? She tried to shake off those thoughts. Her friendship with Ivan was complicated and difficult at best. And she was much happier being a Division Head than being Ivan's personal secretary.

"Well, now Izzie has one more memory to sort out." Frida looked down towards the floor and saw Webster's nose sticking out from under the desk, wiggling slightly as it sniffed.

Frida smiled slightly at the dog and glanced to George again. "You might very well have to restaff...considering I was pretty much the only one doing any work." She tightened her ponytail so that her face seemed to be pulled taught as well, Frida hated when her hair got in the way.
She thought for a moment, "I remember quite a bit. I know that there have been multiple reports of counterfeit gold being distributed, and accepted into the Gringotts bank, but the goblins seemed unphased about it. I believe that they accepted the gold without any issues, which, as I'm sure you know, is quite odd. Taking into account how aggressive goblins tend to be when their property is tainted or devalued." Frida thought about things some more, it had been months since she had done work on the project.

"My theory was that the goblins are in on the whole counterfeit ordeal somehow. They might not be the ones creating the false gold, but they might be in on the game. Goblins aren't ones to take things lying down, they get revenge from what I've been informed. My guess is that they are hoping to get revenge on a single person or a group. And with this upcoming election, it makes me wonder if they are hoping to corrupt someone, or drag a highly influential Ministry member's name and reputation in the dirt...probably hoping that it will benefit their own cause." Frida looked at George for a moment, "Of course it's just a theory...but Jack seemed like it was possible."

Frida looked towards the door, lost in thought about why the goblins would allow the gold to enter the bank in the first place...and she was trying to remember what vault was kept for the goblin's use only, and also high security vaults.

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She sorted through some paperwork that was still laying on her desk, 'Hmm...this could be a nice little project.' Frida looked up to Izzie, who hadn't made a noise in quite some time. "My dear, once you have finished with your first little task, I would like you to answer a few questions for me. Nothing to fuss over, just some scenario work to let me know how you might fair in a difficult situation."

She arranged the papers neatly on her desk and began to sort through more proposals from several other people, one of which wasn't business related at all and it made Frida blush furiously.

Webster crept over towards Frida and sniffed the womans ankles, before curling up and taking a light nap underneath the desk.

Frida finished filing papers at her desk, it had been awfully quiet for a while, the only sound being made was of Webster chewing on a bone that Frida had so lovingly given to him.
She reached down under the desk and pat the mutt on his adorable head, smiling slightly.
A few moments later, Frida sat up and looked towards something that had flown into the room, some paper airplane with news on it. She tilted her head slightly as it landed on her desk, then carefully opened it up to read the notes scribbled inside...though it was still quite easy to read.

'Flowerpot...!' What caught her attention was a mention of memories being lost. "Okay!" Frida said to nobody in particular and stood up from her desk, scanning the room and eyeing Izzie, who was still in the room...very quiet. "Izzie, dear." Frida held out the paper with the announcement of a flowerpot catastrophe. Sure, it wasn't dragons or explosions...but she'd take it.

Quickly, Frida gathered her things as the dog looked up at her with dark brown eyes, his wet nose sniffing. "I'll be back in a bit, hun." She kissed the dog on his brown head and picked up her bag. "Izzie, I'm going to see what's going on, you feel free to follow me if you'd like, I suggest that you do since things could get interesting. The Experimental charms room." With a nod of her head, Frida left the office, heels clacking lightly on the marble floor.

Richard knocked on the door of the headquarters before he entered. He closed the door behind him with his rear and walked over to a desk set by one of the walls. His white sneakers patted the marble floor as he walked over. He set down the cardboard box in his arms on the desk. The desk was dark wood and had quite a few scratches. There was a chair with old green leather backing, the skin of which was quite wrinkled.
From the box he pulled out a collection of quills, a pile of papers and parchment, a few photos of people he had met on his travels and he even featured in some. He pulled a map of Britain out and another one of central London. He folded it and placed it on a pinboard on the wall. It certainly was a departure from the Security desk five floors down.
As he unloaded the contents of the box on the desk and as he did so a purple paper aeroplane landed on his desk. He hadn't been there five minutes when he was called upon. He unfurled the paper and read at the top OBLIVIATOR HEADQUARTERS MINISTRY OF MAGIC.
Underneath this the following was sent from a member of the public.

'To whom it may concern,
Last week I apparated to the agree spot (alley nearest my road, Lyndhust Grove) and as I appeared my next door neighbour see me appear out of thin air. I attempted to convince them that I just walked around the corner but they are still adament that I appeared out of nowhere. They are now watching my every move to prove their sanity to their friends. This has hindered my day to day practice of magic as well as my friendship with the neighbour in question. Their doctor has began to prescribe medicine for my neighbour and I think the time has come for your assistance. My neighbour's name is Harry Fisher.
Yours Sincerely
Mandy Burling
59 Lyndhurst Grove
Islington,
London'

He folded the paper and approached what appeared to be the head of the Obliviator's desk. He stood there and waited for her to reappear.

Frida stepped back into the office, smelling strongly of smoke from the fire just a few doors down the hallway.
"Oh!" She said brightly as her light eyes spotted the new face in the room. Walking over with an extended hand, 'Finally! A new employee!' Frida thought and eagerly shook the man's hand. "Welcome to the Ministry." She greeted and stepped behind her desk. Webster, the brown mutt dog was still hiding underneath his master's desk.

"Yes, um." Frida said as she looked over a few papers that had appeared on her desk. Her hands were slightly dark from ash, "We have a situation up in another office. Some man seems to have lost what memory hes had, and there's an issue with a charmed flowerpot." A paper plane went whizzing out of the room.
"Um. I'm Frida Bok by the way, head of the Obliviator Headquarters." Well, yes, that was sort of important wasn't it? Introducing yourself was needed after all.
Maybe this newcomer would be of some help.

Richard shook his new boss's hand. "Very nice to meet you Miss Bok" he replied, "I'm Richard Baims, I used to work in Security several floors down. I am very pleased to be working here now, I tell you that".
He noticed the dog under the desk, it looked rather at home.
He heard what Frida had said about the situation upstairs and noticed her hands. "So have you sorted out the problem or do you need some assistance? " he asked pleasantly removing his wand from the inside pocket of his jacket.
"What is, or was wrong with the flowerpot by the way" he added thinking about it as well as how the man had lost his memory.

"The flowerpot? OH! Yes, well, the charms department is handling the flowerpot issue...I think that somebody had charmed it and sent it to Ben, who is the man we need to be dealing with." She looked around for a moment, her thoughts completely scattered due to all that had happened in the other office.

"Oh no, we still need help. Ben can't remember a thing...and he's in a right state now, everyone is collapsing from all the smoke they breathed in." Frida patted the sides of her robes and felt her wand, taking it out of her pocket and giving it a flick.
Several papers flew out of the doorway and down the hall.
"Mind you, the memory won't be easy to restore, not with the amount of damage that has been done. But that's what we are here for after all, work." Frida hid a photo inside her desk drawer. She'd gotten too used to having the office to herself, now she had to take some more precaution. "I think we should do what we can to get the charms office in a better condition as well."

Richard listened to Frida talk about the situation. This was serious stuff, the memory loss of memory was not only dangerous for the wizard in question but the emotional repurcussions it had on family members was awful to watch, he'd had that nasty experience too many times years ago. He noticed his new boss push something into a drawer but thought better of it not to ask questions about it. He himself kept alot of things a mystery, it was best that way sometimes.
Pretending he had seen nothing he said thoughtfully, "Ok, well I'm here to help you Miss Bok in anyway possible and a little hard work never hurt anybody really". He began walking towards the doors leading to the corridor which lead to the charms office, "unless you ever had detention in the forbidden forest at Hogwarts" he added as an afterthought, "I take it then that Ben is in the charms office?". He put a hand on the doorknob with his wand in the other.

"Oh, I've had detention in there before." Frida said as she too strolled back towards the office door, "Well, everyone is in the hallway outside the room, but yes, at the charms office." She looked down to find that her pocket now had a hole in it.
"Alright, lets get going I guess." She said and enjoyed the cleaner air before they stepped into the smokey hallway.

Richard entered the office and walked over to a coffee pot on top of a filing cabinet and poured himself a mug. He needed this. Just a break from the commotion in experimental charms would be great right now. He knew they needed all hands on deck but he needed a coffee.
After taking a swig he walked with the mug over to his heavily scratched desk. On top of the desk was a letter in an envelope. He picked it up and saw that it was addressed to noone in particular but the Obliviator's headquarters. He opened it and read that a witch in Cardiff was afraid that a neighbour had seen her pet auguerey but wasn't sure. Talk about worrying about the smallest thing. Couldn't the woman make an excuse up and explain it away. He sat down and pulled some parchment towards him and grabbed his quill out of its ink pot. He began to suggest excuses to say it was a crow or that it was a foreign friend's bird. He wasn't going to go all the way to Cardiff for this. If the woman carried on he would have to go to the muggle worthy excuse commitee and if that didn't work he would in fact be called out for a muggle maybe spotting an auguery.
He tapped the parchment and envelope with his wand. The letter was enclosed and sealed. He tapped it once more and it disappeared; sent to the ministry owls.

Frida walked into the office, a slightly dazed expression on her face, and with a few marks of ash on her left cheek.

Webster was still hiding under Frida's desk, and gnawing away at the bone that the woman had brought for him. "Hellooooo." Frida said softly as she sat on the floor behind her chair and pat Webster's head. His tail wagged a tiny bit, though he continued to chew on his prize.
Frida got back up and brushed off her robes, quickly spotting Richard who was now at a desk that used to belong to Izzie.

"Sorry, I've got to change the name plate." She said and walked over to Richard's desk, and picked up the copper name plate that was on the desk. With a flick of her wand, the letters seemed to rearrange themselves, and even molded their way into spelling out the new worker's name.
"What have you just sent?" Frida asked as she set the plate down again and remembered seeing something on the man's desk disappear quite quickly.

"Oh, and I hope Izzie hasn't left anything in her old drawers. She used to eat a bit of food in the office, just so you know, in case you come across something you can't identify." Frida bit the inside of her cheek so that she wouldn't smile. She wouldn't be surprised at all if Richard found half a bagel inside the front drawer.
Catching a sight of herself in the mirror that was on the wall near the office door, Frida wiped the smudge off of her face.

Richard watched as the name plate rearranged its letters. "mmm, nifty" he said in a satisfied voice. He lifted his arm to scratch an itch on the opposite shoulder and as he did so noticed a small spot of what might have been jam on his elbow. Getting rid of it with a flick of his wand he replaced the wand back in his inside jacket pocket."Yeah I can she has left a bit" he said glancing at the desk to see if there were any more patches.
"Oh I just gave some advice to someone who is afraid her muggle neighbour has noticed her pet augerey is a little out of the ordinary. If it gets serious then someone can go and try and sort it out" said Richard offhandedly as he stood up.
He noticed Frida getting rid of a smudge,"That soot gets everywhere" he said nodding.

'An augerey...' "Hmm...right." Frida said calmly and sat in the chair behind her desk and began to fill out and file some more papers that had appeared in the trays on the counter in front of her.

"Yes, it does get everywhere." She continued to say in a quieter voice as her thoughts trailed off as the paperwork slowly went down. "My owls like to fight and topple down the chimney...so I'm used to a bit of soot."

Looking over around the office clearly, Frida noticed the number of empty desks inside. Had it always been this bare? How depressing.
"If you'd like, you may rearrange the office to your liking...just as long as things are kept in good order." She dropped a form in the 'out' tray, which quickly vanished. "And as for your desk space, you may put whatever personal photos you want on the desktop, I'm not that picky when it comes to family...just make sure that nothing can be used to your disadvantage. We still need to have a bit of caution even if we do not work in the Minister's office."
Frida reached into the top drawer of her desk and took out a frame which held a photograph of Frida and another worker at the Ministry.

Nath walked slowly into the headquarters of the Obliviator’s, he looked around at the many empty desks, he gulped. This Ministry was definitely different than the Russian one his father had worked at. This was very roomy compared to the densely packed rooms that his father had shown him. He straightened the muggle suit that he was wearing and checked that he had everything that he needed, wand, badge, and equipment.

He saw a woman straightening her desk across the room (Frida) he, approached slowly. And when he had caught her attention he extended his hand warmly.

“Hello my name is Nathan Mikahil Corun, I have just been employed here” Nath’s strong Russian accept hopefully didn’t confuse Frida, but he plowed ahead anyway. “My friends from Durmstrang call me Nath”

He smiled cheerfully waiting for the woman to respond.

Frida looked up and shook the man's hand. "Nice to meet you, Nath. And welcome to the Obliviator division of the ministry. I'm Frida Bok." She tapped the name plate in front of her for good measure.

Looking over to Richard who was on the other side of the room still, Frida focused her attention on the newcomer. "Do you have much experience in this specialty? And how long have you been out of school?"
The woman got up from her seat and walked over to a desk that was across from Richard's. "This will be your desk while you are in my division." She layed a hand on the top and the nameplate on the front changed to read, 'Nathan Corun'.

"I am very pleased to meet you Frida!" Nath bowed, and was pleased thayt she could understand him through his thick accent. "My father was one in Russia they didn't call the Obliviators over there though....he didn't talk about the job that much....I have been out of the Durmstrang Institute for a year now....I enjoy England alot more than over there though...."

Nath followed her to where she showed him his new desk..."thank you so much, Ma'am....what do I do here in this job....?" He started unpacking his muggle briefcase and put a picture of his family and ex-girlfriend up on the desktop.