Celest Anne Whitman


Name: Celest Anne Whitman

Age: 30

Profession: Head of the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes

Personality: Celest is a woman of priorities. Quick-minded, stubborn, and often with a mean streak, Celest works three times as hard and is often extremely tired and grumpy in the mornings.

Background: Muggle born yet orphaned when young, she was adopted by her parents who were purebloods, and was raised without any knowledge of Muggles. Upon graduating as a Ravenclaw, she tried attending a muggle university to see what nonmagical folks had to go through. Only to compromise the wizarding world and drop out of school immediately. (She enchanted one of her textbooks to recite the information. To her astonishment the book wouldn't shut up and began to scream each sentence. Soon after the entire library where it occurred were screaming of evil and voodoo.) Deciding that it would be best to do what she had originally intended, she became a writer at the Daily Prophet and at the age of 20 she quickly ascended into editor. When being an editor tired her, Celest asked her godfather--the then Minister of Magic, if she could join the Ministry. Ironically, he offered her a job in the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes. With her hard working personality, and her willingness to be more, five years into working with the Ministry she was made head of the department.

Muggle Opinion: "It's quite fascinating to be around such people. The thought that my birth parents might have worked just as hard as these individuals is...mind blowing. I mean, they work twice as hard as we do, and they take so long at everything. I'm glad my parents were magical folks. To think I would have gone through the same thing. Merlin. I guess Muggles are...some sort of heroes to me. Nevertheless I can't wait to learn more about them. I'm sure this will be an excellent experience for all those who participate. About time we appreciate our magical abilities. Don't you agree?"

Why are you Participating: "Haha, I had to. I am after all the Head of the Department. And it was my idea. It's not like I'm getting paid a vacation anywhere. Although...maybe I will give myself one."

Sounds awesome! I have two characters. A ministry worker and a muggle.

My name is Damon Erlies. I am from the department of mysteries. I am only here because my boss made me come. Personally, I think muggles are way less important than wizards. Wizards are better. Like I said I only came here because my boss made me. If i didn't come i would get fired, and i can't afford that. Sice i need to have a job,I'll be a waiter.

He is an arrogant person who thinks being pureblood makes him better than others. Only a few people know what he's like on the inside. You don't....yet.

Background: His mother died after giving birth to him. His father had to bring him up. When Damon was two his father left him at an orphanage. Damon lived at the orphanage for two weeks. And in those two weeks he hated every singls kis there.
Damon got adopted by a wizard couple who brought him up and taught him about magic. His father had never even told him he was a wizard; this made Damon hate his father.
Damon refused to go to a muggle school, even though his parents begged him. He hated everything to do with muggles. He tried ti run away when he was nine; he ended up living on the streets in a wizard town for three days. Then his parents found him and brought him back. Damon hated his parents, because they weren't his real parents. He also hated his dad for deserting him. The one person he doesn't hate is his mom, who he wishes didn't die.
When Damon was 11 he finaly got his hogwarts letter. He arrived at hogwarts and immediatley got put into Slytherin. He made two really close friends; Anika Jones and Brady Alvi. The three were inseperable.
The three were known all around hogwarts as the troublemakers. They had detiention almost every week. In every class they talked back to the teacher at least once. And their biggest troublemaking achievment was the first day of school, when they entered their fourth year. They had made a polyjuice potion that summer; they each got a hair from the headmaster and they all looked the same. So it looked like there was four headmasters, and they followed him everywhere.
The day the most lifechanging to Damon was a Tuesday. It was one month before he would graduate. The three were sneaking around the castle at night, when Brady got killed. It was dark, and he had fallen out of the Astronomy tower. amon was broken up, it was the first time in his life he had felt deep sadness. The only consolation he had was Anika, she stayed by his side constantly for the rest of the year.
Damon has only really loved one person in his like; Anika. He was in love with her from the day he met her. Even though he never showed it, he always liked her more than just a friend.
One day, a year after they graduated, they hung out in the park. If they had still been in school they would have been boarding the hogwarts express. They hung out all day in remembrance. When it was getting late the went to the lake to watch the sunset. That was the day that Damon learned that nothing is truly peacful. As he and Anika were watching the sunset with the water lapping at their feet, someone came up behind them, and stabbed Anika. Then they ran away and left her there to die.
Ever sice that day Damon has never loved anything again. And that is also why he hates muggles. Though he's not positive a muggle killed her, he just assumed a wizard would use different means.
Damon has also slacked off in his work. He shows up late and talks back, like he was known for in school. To help his poor performace his boss made him go on thid trip.

Name: Seng Johnathan Lo
Age: 7

Profession: Local grade school student

Personality: Seng is a very curious little fella. He pokes his head where it doesn't belong and he carelessly says whatever he wants. Seng pretends to cry sometimes to just get whatever he wants or for sympathy. This little technique gets him temporary attention but he longs for someone to show love and notice his existence. Ridiculously hyper with a humongous appetite for sweets. Quite intelligent and cunning for a young lad such as him. Despite his intelligence, Seng is still very naive. Seng most importantly hates girls/females especially Miss Whitman (So evil)!! These creatures love to kiss and touch his face and hug/suffocate little poor Seng...

Background: His parents are Mugglese and their profession are Merchants. They may not have come from a wealthy family but they're very successful at what they do. Because of their work, Seng is left alone at Jerry's Inn where Celest Anne Whitman is in charge.

Kwan Tong





Name: Kwan Tong

Age: 20
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 164 lbs.
Hair: Black
Eyes: Dark Brown


Profession: Muggle College Student in Band

Personality: Kwan is a college student, lead singer/drums player of a popular college band called The Crazies. Very attractive young man he can be extremly cocky at times. He always had his ipod on blasting hard rock to tune out those around him. He carrys his drum sticks with him at all times, druming on any object nearest to him. Kwan has great manners but you'll never see them unless he is attracted to you.


Background: Kwan was born in Korea, living there til he was 12. When his father died, his family moved to Europe. That's when Kwan became distant from his mother, though he is still close to his little brother. He was always in trouble in school, none of his professors liked him except for his music professor who saw the boys talent for the drums. And so spawned his love for music, he prefers hard rock, but will listen to anything. When he was old enough he left home to go to college to study music, to his mothers approval. She had almost givin up hope on the boy. His first year he started a band with a few friends and instanly became a local star. All the fame and girls falling for him went to his head. He still misses his father and hates that he had to leave his brother with there mother but plans to return to get him.

Why he's here: Band went to play at a charity event out-of-town. He has been staying for two days and plans to stay for the next week or as long as the charity event last.

I edited my bio with the job, but you must not have noticed. He'd like to be a waiter.
Here's my other character, a muggle.

Basic info
Name: Alyssa Zaldi
Age: 23
Profession: author
Reason for being at the inn: wanted a peacful place to write
Favorites
Favorite color: soft pink
Favorite song: Tick Tock
Favorite smell: the smell right after you open a pack of tennis balls
Favorite book: Dark Visions by L.J Smith
Personality
Very caring, loves children. When she meets Seng she immediatly takes to him and mothers him. She also loves animals and has a small gray kitten who followes her everywhere, her name is Skylar. Alyssa is very smart, she graduated top of her class, and she is resoursfull.
Alyssa has believed in magis ever since she was a little kid. When the group of people come, she suspects somethings unusuall about them. She is a naturally curious and sneaky person, which makes her try to learn more.
Background
When Alyssa was four her parents both died in a car crash. Alyssa and her brother were also in the car, he brother died, but Alyssa escaped with only a few injuries. After her parents died she was sent to live with her mom's sister and her husband.
Two years after Alyssa went to live with them her aunt died of a sudden sickness. Her uncle didn't want to raise a child, so he sent her to an orphanage where she grew up. When she was 18 she left to live on her own and go to college. She had always loved reading and writing and pursued a carrer in it. After college she travelled to France for a year before coming to Jerrt's Inn. She went there because she dosn't like big cities and likes to just hang out and have quiet time.

Awesome idea! I'd like to join up.

The Basics
Name: Ondrea Sibylla Fabiano
Nickname: Ondie
Age: 21
Profession: Magical Transportation

Appearance
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 120 lbs.
Hair: Bright orange
Eyes: blue-green

Personality
Ondie is fun, playful, and energetic, always having a smile and an encouraging word for everything. But, she can get frustrated easily. A former Ravenclaw, Ondie is more intelligent than she thinks, and she loves making new friends.

Background
Ondie grew up in a pureblood family and spent most of her childhood in Cosenza, Italy, where she was born. She can understand Italian, but can't speak it very well. She is also a metamorphagus, having the ability to change her appearance, mostly sticks with her signature orange hair. Her family relocated to England when her father started working in the Ministry of Magic. She was sent off to Hogwarts at eleven and had a pretty normal life there. She had friends of many different backgrounds, from Muggle-borns to purebloods like herself. She excelled in school and graduated with high marks in all her classes. When she turned twenty, Ondie decided to get a job at the Ministry, and started working at Magical Transportation, regulating brooms.

Melanie (Mel) Evangeline Bertolli

SPOILER!!: Mel

Name: Melanie (Mel) Evangeline Bertolli

Age: Mid-20s which is too close near thirty in her opinion and will not discuss ageing under any circumstances

Profession: Currently working as the Assistant Department Head of the Division of International Magical Cooperation. Strives to one day work in the Department of Mysteries as the Head of Magical Spell Invention and Revision but has heard the ever present rumor that the only way to achieve such as position is to have served some time as the head of more than 5 departments. Has only one more to go!

Personality: Mel may look harmless and look as if she would be concerned with frivolous things but she is woman who by all means is not what she appears and not only because she's a metamorphmagus. However it must be known that she keeps her abilities in tight control and very few people know of that side of her, not because she is ashamed far from it, no it is because she simply does not believe it is any of their business.

Often considered hard on the outside and not so hard on the inside (to those who get to know her and children), she usually employs the use of quick-wit and her famous 'Bertolli' ice stare ( quite literally ice looking) to get what she wants when she wants it. She is known for breaking down quite a few officials in her time which of course is one of the many reason why she has risen so fast in her career;However she has nothing but respect for those who who seek to get a job done...although she herself is known to indulge in a moment or two to herself after what she considers a hard day's work.

Although she enjoys a good laugh, most often than not it will be at you and most certainly not with you. (Unless your a child of course you don't know better yet )



Background:

Half blood. It was rumored that her mother's side of the family came from a direct line into the Italian Mafia but the whole topic is very hush-hush and no one has ever dared to ask her about it for fear of its validity. Nevetheless she has mentioned at one point a married cousin, Mary Vitya, whose daughter she has a special soft spot for but other then that she does not regularly speak of that side of her family.

Her father's side on the other hand comes from a long line of purebloods and metas, is precisely the reason that Mel was raised as far away from muggles as possible.(That or the tie to the mafia)
Having attended only the best schools since the age of 3 and traveled with her family all over the continent, she is known for spouting random facts that are meant to intrigue and making private jokes that no one can even hope to understand unless they had been there....which of course they weren't

Why are you Participating:

"I really don't bother with how this makes me sound but the fact of the matter is that I have been named Employee of the Month in my division for 5 times in a row and was recently made aware that if I volunteered for this I would be up for a promotion to the Head of International Magical Cooperation once it was over. Thus providing me with a resume sporting 5 jobs as a Division Head and making me eligible to apply to the Department of Mysteries. Although I must admit they do not seem the best intentions, you must know that you'll be hard pressed to find someone who will put more effort into this then I will...for I can honestly say my career is riding on it."

Muggle Opinion:

"They are intriguing people who are fascinating to no end with their eelectronik gadgets and magicless lives. I admit my intense want of knowledge arouses my curiosity to the point where I might actually enjoy living among them and slumming it out. It might actually be fun..."

Profession

Chef and Bartender

Name: Samantha Oliver (a.k.a Sam)
Age: 23

Personality: Sam is an easy going girl. She spends most of her time reading, when she isn't working her tail off in the ministry. Sam has been a loner all her life and doesn't noramly enjoy being around people. Her goal is to write a book on the muggle world to help the magical world better understand them. Sam is a pureblood who used to belong to the Slytherin. She was ridiculed by them because she had a fasination with muggles and muggle born. Sam dropped out of Hogwarts in her sixth year and finished her last year of schooling on her own. Feel free to stop and chat with Sam, but don't expect much of converstation.

Ministry Job: Sam works in the Department of Mysteries in the locked room (which helps with her anti-social skills)
Muggle Job: Secretary

Why participating: Sam is joining the muggle world in order to do research for her book about muggles. She thought it would be easier to write a book about muggles when she's been apart of the muggle world for some time.

*anything else you want to know about Sam just ask her, once you get to know her, you can read her like a book.

Baby Jessica


Name: Jessica Scott

Age: Toddler

Profession: Drooler

Personality: Jessica is too cute and cannot speak a word. She usually casts her big green eyes and random people and will not stop staring. Sometimes it leaves people extremely uncomfortable. For her extremely young age she seems to know something you don't...much like cats. If you ignore her she cries. If you pay attention to her she stares, and stares, and stares, and stares...and stares...and if you don't make her laugh she cries. For God's sake she is a baby, so good luck discovering what she likes and dislikes.

Background: Muggle and a part of the Scott family. It is unknown who are her parents or if she is of any relation to the wizarding pure-blood family of Scotts. Later during the tasks assigned by the Ministry of Magic, a young man shall drop off Jessica at the Inn as if it was a daycare. The volunteers at such place will have no other option but to attend to the toddlers needs...which are many.

For the Magical Folks

A purple paper plane flies into your work area and begins to fly around your head twice, you have two options: Grab at it and read it or Ignore it and wait for the plane to begin to attack you and then read it. When you unfold it, there are two parts that say the following:



When you are ready you take the few discreet Muggle clothing you own and make way to the sixth floor in the Ministry of Magic. In the middle of the floor you see an odd old orange coffee pot, unaware that even in the Muggle world such color is aghast and rare. When you have managed up your courage--that is if you lack any, you touch the portkey and suddenly feel a jerking pulling sensation and quickly appear at your destination.

To your new knowledge the place smells of lemon and the lighting is dim. As you look around you see you are in a large bedroom with a neat cozy bed. Walking out the room, at the base of steps leading to the first floor, you turn to your left and you see a small written sign on a Post-It stuck on the door that reads "Do Not Disturb."

Perhaps curiosity gets the best of you and you barge in to see Celest writing furiously, or maybe you do not care and barge in nonetheless. Unless you know your manners you stay where you are and wait for someone to greet you? Or perhaps you knock politely at the door? The point is you hear murmuring further to your right and begin to think that perhaps the Inn already has visitors.

Back at the Ministry the orange coffee pot has disappeared and another one of a lavender color appears in its place.
ooc: You may change the color as you please. Just make it really random.

For the Muggles

You have already been at Jerry's Inn for a while, if not you have just arrived. You enjoy the place or you hate it. Either way a noticeable lack of staff has caught your eye. No longer is old Jerry around to attend to your needs, however you have noticed a woman walk around quite often. She has neither introduced herself or paid any attention to you, it is as if she has other things to do.

If you have just arrived you enter through the front door into a small, slightly crowded environment that screams of cozy and convenience. With its mohagony booths and gleaming wooden tables, you take a seat and wait for someone to attend to you. Unless you are extremely impatient you begin to ring the bell at the bar counter.

If you have been there a while then more than likely you are eating a magically appearing feast at the bar--unaware that it was actually magically conjured by Celest. Or perhaps you have just stepped out of your room wondering what all the commotion is by the entrance of the Inn.

(ooc: As you have seen different scenarios have been set up. Have fun and make up your own if you'd like!)

3:48 P.M., as Seng comes home from school, he can't stop noticing that This old lady keeps showing up at Jerry's Inn more and more often. He remembers his parents talking to her earlier but can't remember exactly what was going on as cake was in his mind most of the time! Finally tired of running around, Seng finally took out his homework, sat down while eating his "happy" cake with mandarins inside it and strawberries decorating the top of it.

What to pack when you're getting ready to work at an Inn attending to Muggles? Plenty of clothes, for one. Muggle clothes, of course. Ondie preferred doing her laundry by magic, and she wasn't even sure when and how she would be doing that while she was away.

Plenty of ribbons and hair clips, for another. Because if there was one thing Ondie did enjoy to do without magic, it was putting her hair up in crazy tails and styles. Like today, for example. She wiggled her head back and forth, feeling the three loose pigtails that her orange hair was tied up in swish around.

Ondie smiled when she saw the lavander coffee pot. She was a Magical Transportation-er. She knew a portkey when she saw one. Inhaling deep the sweet scent of magic for the last time, she gripped her bag tighter in one hand while reaching for the coffee pot with the other. Suddenly, she was being whisked away, and coffee pot was replaced with one of a deep olive color.

Sniff. Sniffsniff.

Was that... lemon she smelled? Ondie looked around the strange place, instantly drawn by a rather curious "Do Not Disturb" sign on one door. She hurried toward it and put an ear to the door. Hm... sounded like someone must have been putting some serious quill to paper in there. She took a step back and knocked on the door.

Knock, knock, knock.

And waited.

Sam was ready for this moment. She had volunteered to join the muggle world and was glad when she finally recieved the memo the go join them. Sam went up to the six level and saw a rather nasty pee green coffee mug sitting on the desk. 'Was this really the portkey she was suppose to take?' Well so be it..Sam held tight to her suit case and grabbed the handle of the mug. She felt a jerk behind her navel and away she went. She let go at exactly the right time and landed with a ballet point at the inn.

"Well that certainly was enjoyable!" Sam said to no one inparticular. She set down her luggage, because frankly she just didn't want to carry it with her when she went to explore the inn. Sam was careful to leave her wand packed deeply in the suit case so she wasn't tempted to use it for ANYTHING. Sam saw a post it on the door that said do no disurbe. "Well really! How are we suppose to know where we are sleeping and when we start work if we can't disurbed!" Sam sighed and decided to knock on the door anyway. She didn't want to just burge in, but she really did want to know where she was suppose to unpack her clothes at.

When Mel had received the purple airplane of a memo, she had not been surprised...with her credentials it was only to be expected.

What followed had been a day of meticulous packing and prioritizing.

Mel did not know much of the muggle way of life but she did know of their clothes-in fact she knew quite a bit about that subject. Under her standard Ministry robes, her usual garb was everything ranging from a sharp fashionable muggle business suit to the couture of the season. However, she never was one to dress outlandishly and everything she owned, whether muggle or wizard, was made for comfort, convenience, and style all at the same time.

Of course, the clothing she was taking was toned down a bit but the principle was the same. She most definitely wanted to look the part of an Inn's Cook and Bartender. She'd never cooked or served drinks without magic, but the challenge was one she was looking forward to. Why her fiancé had even, upon hearing of her little stint for a promotion, given her a genuine chef's robe with apron and hat. Not to mention they'd gone shopping together for a substantial amount of Cooking books.

As she levitated her small trunk to the sixth floor and then to the odd rusted looking pink zebra striped coffee pot that could be only one thing, she ran a mental checklist. Realizing she still had her wand out, she popped open her trunk and from it took out it's special pouch that would then be placed inside a small flat wooden box that was enchanted to open only for her. Content of its safety, she placed it back into the trunk and snapped it shut.

Knowing it was now or never, she gracefully extended a hand to the handle of the coffee cup and the other to her trunk. Feeling the familiar pulling and jerking sensation just behind her navel as everything whirled around her, she finally touched down.

Shaking herself of the uncomfortable feeling, she took stock of her surroundings and nodded in approval.


The room was quaint and homely and just right for the stressful job that would be the next few weeks.

Setting her trunk down, she turned on the spot just to make sure no one was hiding in the nooks and crannies. Satisfied she was alone, for she wouldn't want anyone to see what she was about to do next, she launched herself at the large comfy bed eagle spread. Bouncing on it a few times, she deemed it worthy.

Lying back, she wondered what to do next.

Celest was slightly furious with the outcome of the day. It was already mid-afternoon, the only thing in the Inn that was keeping the heaters working were the magical incantation she had used. She had promised herself she'd put away the use of her wand just like all the rest, but what if there was an emergency? Perhaps she'd carry around her wand without telling the rest. No...that would be rude.

While cursing Merlin and her mind for creating such a complicated task Celest recalled the little boy whose parents she had spoken with previously. Take care of him? Look after him? What was she, his nanny?! With a small growl she stabbed at the parchment with hate. She. Hated. Children. DOWN WITH THEM!

Looking at her ruined parchment, Celest sighed and patted her brown gleaming hair. This was not the place or time to lose her cool, after all her new employees were about to arrive, and she had to look her best. With a overly bright smile on her face, Celest grabbed her wand and pointed it at the ruined parchment. About to say reparo, she frowned and did it the muggle way...with tape. Immediately she went back to the banking, she needed to pay someone to fix the heaters, no more magic!



Somehow in her complete resolute concentration Celest missed a figure and all her calculations were incorrect. Of course she blamed it on the first person who knocked. Had they not seen the Post-It? That's what Muggles called them right? So convenient with their little sticky things on the back, of course Celest had casted a sticking charm, the Post-Thingie couldn't possible be reliable. The point was...she was getting interrupted. Uh-uh, no way that THE Whitman was getting interrupted. No. No. NO.

Picking up her quill, she dipped it in the black ink and began once more on a new parchment all the while repeating to herself she would not erase her mistake by magic and make the paper make the calculations on its own. Getting to where she had committed her mistake there was a second more paused knock, this caused the tip of quill to break and go through the parchment. Staring at her hard work Celest bit her bottom lip to prevent from throwing the ink at the door. MERLIN'S BEARD COULD THEY NOT READ?!

Standing up furiously Celest walked to the door and was about to yank it open when she decided against it. What would the person outside think if they saw an infuriated Inn-keeper? No control. That would be completely devastating for her ego. Returning to her desk, she squeaked at the sight of floating rags cleaning her back window and the sight of the mop and broom at it on the entire room. Grabbing her wand with one flick everything stopped working magically and was returned the small closet in Whitman's office. Throwing away the quill, Celest put away the parchments and any sign from the wizarding world. Quickly she patted her hair looked at a mirror and smiled.

Too forced.

Trying again, she softened the smile and saw that it was just right. Celest cleared her throat and this time calmly walked to the door. Upon opening it she was surprised that it was not one but two young ladies standing on her doorstep office.

Giving the sign a quick glance she noticed it was still magically put, "May I help you two?"

Kwan walked down the stairs nodding his head to the rock band blasting through his head phones. Having had no classes today he slept through most of the day.

Him and his band had just finished playing one of there biggest concerts of the year. Nearly 300 students and community members had come to support the charity event, but if you ask Kwan he'll say they came to see him and his amazing drumming skills.

Being to lazy to putt on any real clothing, Kwan was wearing grey sweetpants and white tank top with brown sandles. As always, he was carrying his drum sticks, banging on anything within his reach.

Kwan ignored all the new faces in the Inn as he made his way to his table by the window. Proping his feet on the table he drumed on the table while impatently looking around the Inn for a waiter. "Hello? Hungry costumer here!"

Sam saw the door open and was slightly taken aback. The women had a look in her eyes that said she wanted to kill each and over one of them for knocking on her door. Excuse me...I was just wondering where we were to unpack and which rooms were to be our own?" Sam was frankly scared to say anything else, she felt her knees shaking and was pretty sure that they were going to give out at any given second."But never mind...I can see that you are busy" Sam lip was quivering now almost as if she were going to cry.

Sam wished she had her wand already, she could turn around and go right back to the ministry or to her house and pretend she never signed up for the stupid study. "I was also wondering when we are suppose to start work?" Sam was gaining some of her courage back, but not much, one good glare or nasty word from the inn keeper and Sam decided she was going to up and leave and never come back.

Ondie had started to walk away. Obviously, there was a reason there was a "Do Not Disturb" sign. A sticky note type thing. That was when another woman came up and knocked on the door. Well, if the occupant of the room hadn't come out at her knock, then maybe the second knock would do it.

Sure enough, the door swung open, and much to Ondie's surprise, the lady was smiling. Huh.

"I just thought it would be beneficial to meet the woman who's running the Inn before I got started. I'm Ondie Fabiano," she said in reply to her question.

Gee whiz. Were things really run this tightly around here?



And then suddenly, there was a loud, annoying banging. As if someone was drumming away on everything in sight. Ondie looked around for the source of the noise. Merlin's beard! This was an Inn for crying out loud, right?

And as if that wasn't enough, there came a loud and annoying voice that went along with it. Someone complaining about being hungry. Weeeell. Rude much?

"That's my cue," Ondie grumbled. It was going to have to take getting used to. Being called here and there to wait on customers. She nodded to Celest and walked off to find her room.

Figuring she'd better not keep the customer waiting, Ondie threw her bags onto the bed and didn't even waste time fixing the many ribbons in her hair. She slipped out of her purple hoodie and left to find the irritating customer.

Noticing the strangely dressed Muggle man with the odd sticks, there was no doubt in Ondie's mind that this was the customer in question. She approached him with a pencil and one of those little notebook things that Muggles used to take orders and put on her best smile. "Hi, my name is Ondie. Can I help you?" she asked, her voice the usual energetic and quirky tone.

Mel had just been on the verge of falling asleep when she heard a bit of a racket as if someone was hitting everything in sight. Deciding maybe that was some sort of 'get-to-work' bell, she hopped out of the bed

Snapping open her trunk, she grabbed the article of clothing that was folded neatly over everything. Her apron...one of many as it was. Since at least in this respect she had come prepared.

Seeing a mirror over a vanity, she examined her reflection as she donned the apron. Right before leaving, she had made sure to charm her hair so that it would be manageable. At the moment it fell in soft ways to past her shoulders.

Sighing, she pulled back her hair and fasted it with a chignon fork and turned her head this way and that to finger comb any straggling hairs. Odds were this was the way her hair was going to be the entire time she was here. BY some chance her eyes skimmed over the top of the vanity admiring the wood when she noticed some slim keys on leather diamond shaped keychain that had the Jerry's Inn logo one side and the title Cook/Bartender on the other. Pocketing the keys, for one of them had to be the one to her room, she turned away from her reflection.

Grabbing her coat from where she'd taken it off on the bed, she was about to hang it on a convenient coat rack located near a door when-

That was the moment when she had to pause. There were tho doors in the room. Knowing one of these had to open to the outside, she opened the one nearest to the bed.

As a female, this room appealed to her in ways no male could imagine.

It was a quaint bathroom complete with toilet and shower tub. And aww it was a clawfoot tub. She hadn't seen one of those in ages. Good thing too since she had a love for bubble baths that she would not be able to go without on a stressful day.

Seeing yet another door on the far side of the small room, she excitedly stepped forward and swung it open. Not surprisingly, it was a small but spacious closet with the top shelf already filled with fluffy beige towels.

Going back to her room this time she opened the other door.

Lo and behold was a very short hallway with not one not two but three doors.

The one straight ahead of her had a small circular window that looked out into what seemed to be a living room of some sort because from here she could make out a few sofas and a staircase.

Stepping out of her room, making sure to lock the door behind her, she walked forward until there were doors on either side of her.

The doors on her left were large wide double doors that had rectangular windows that looked into a cozy yet obviously well stocked kitchen.

Turning around, her head cocked to the side, as she heard a lot of noise coming through the set of ornate saloon doors on her right.

Passing through the swinging doors, her eyes adjusted to the brighter lighting and she couldn't help smiling.

It seemed she was behind the bar of the restaurant portion of Jerry's Inn complete with mahogany booths and gleaming wooden tables.

There seemed to quite a few people here already. The late lunch crowd it seemed.

All of a sudden she was happy that she had donned her apron so at least she looked the part and not like some random lost person behind the bar.

Than again...technically she was lost.

But at least the customers weren't at a loss of food. The bar was ladened with all sorts of food. Feeling tempted when her eyes caught sight of a nearby green apple, her hand snaked out and grabbed it.

To her utter surprise another apple appeared almost immediately after to take it's place.

Some one was doing magic alright.

Still druming his sticks on the table, he momentarily stoped his search for a waiter to glance out his window. The beautiful view outside was the reason he had always sat at this table ever since the day he checked in. Sighing deeply he looked away from the window only to see a short red head speaking to him. He didn't catch her words since he still had his music blasting in his ears. The sight of the woman was enough to straighten him up though. Kwan instantly pulled his feet off of the table, took the head phones out of his ears, and stoped his druming.

Yes, he was attracted to the young woman. Kwan was always a sucker for red heads, and she had such a beautiful smile. Forget about the chick he was flirting with last night-who was she anyway?-she was history. Putting on his most charismatic smile, he ran his fingers through his hair wishing had done more to get ready before coming down. "Hey, I'm Kwan. Sorry I didn't catch what you said...ipod." He held up the headphones before placing them in his pockets, never taking his eyes off the woman. "Haven't seen you hear before, first day?"

Ondie watched as the man pulled some strange Muggle contraption off of his head. Head phones, or whatever they called them. No wonder he couldn't hear her. No matter. He had a nice smile. There was just something about smiles that brightened Ondie's day. It was a nice break from the usual stiffs at the Ministry. Don't get her wrong, she loved working there. At least she didn't have to do this waitressing business. It seemed demanding.

"I'm Ondie," she repeated patiently. He must have been a regular here. "And yes, this is my first day. Can I get you something?"

That was professional, right? Skipping the crap and cutting to the chase? Ooh, this was actually kind of exciting! Ondie was often suffocated in the never-ending paperwork of the office. Being out of there felt like such a fresh breath of air so far.

She held her pencil to the notebook, poised and ready to take the man's order. Would she be able to write everything down fast enough? She figured that was why Muggles took writing classes, after all.

Hmm, this one was gonna be harder to crack. No matter, Kwan wasn't one to give up easily. He took note of the name, and made sure to come down in something nice next time. He didn't need to look at the menu since he always got the same thing for brunch."I will have a stack of pancakes, bacon and cheese omlet, and a cup of coffee please."He refrained from adding more to the conversation, maybe she would be more willing to chat once she had served him his food.

When the man, well he had introduced himself as Kwan, started rattling off orders, Ondie took them down swiftly. He didn't talk too fast, and that had been a relief. The last thing Ondie needed was to have to ask for him to repeat. How she hated such nuisances. She finished off the last E of "coffee" with a flourish and grinned at her curly cue handwriting.

"So, that's a stack of Grandma's breakfast, one oinker with cheese, and a cup of hot air?" she said cheerily. A sprinkling of laughter escaped her mouth. She had always wanted to say that.

Well! Now that she got that out her system.

She quickly cleared her throat and patted down mess of pigtails and ribbons in her hair. "Just kidding. Pankcakes, bacon and cheese omelet, and coffee, right?" she said, reading them off her list and tapping her pencil rhythmically on the table.

Damon hurried into the room he was supposed to be in and saw a coffe cup on the table. It was lilc. Lilac? Of all colors why did it have to be lilac? How did he even know it was called lilac? Damon had no idea. He just ignored the color and touched the cup. He felt his body being pulled, and he ended up in a hallway. He saw a sign on a door that said, do not enter. He didn't care enough to do his usual meddling. Instead, he turned the other way and walked down the hall.

Damon felt weird and defenseless without his wand. If someone came up to him and attacked him, he wouldn't be able to do anything about it. Unless they didn't have a wand either, then he would beat them up. Damon had hesitated when handing over his wand. It was one of the few times in his life when he had hesitated. Damon was not the kind of person who hesitated.

Damon walked into a large room. He saw many tables and a bar there. He remembered that if anybody wanted anything he would have to help them. He hoped nobody would want anything soon.


Alyssa walked into the main part of the Inn. Her watch told her it was almost 11, and she was hungry. She saw Bladie and Kwan, two people she wanted to say hi to. She decided to go over to Kwain, for two reasons. One, Kwan was eating too so she could have company. Seconed, she could always see Bladie later. Well, she could see Kwan later, but she still decided on Kwain. Because of reason one.

"Hey Kwan," she said as she sat down.