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Jan 15, 2015 16:15:46 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2015 16:15:46 GMT -7
Open Again! | ◀ | broom & bat & bludger ❤ It was rare to find Krystopher Roye in his office, so much so that several times the Ministry had discussed just letting someone else take it over, but Kryss wouldn't have that. In a way it was a haven, where all his medals and trophies sat, and now also his old bludger bat, which he brought back from his recent trip to Hogwarts. Where else would he keep all the stuff he had accumulated? Sure, perhaps at home, but what fun was that? They would be kept tucked away in boxes, and not on display for visitors' edification. Then there was that even a former professional Quidditch player, who was used to wizard Paparazzi's tricks and dealing with people 24/7, 365 days a year, needed a place of peace and quiet. Sometimes that office was the best spot to just get away from the bustle. It was out of the way, a little bit down a small hallway branching out from the main complex of the ministry, and few came up here except to report some sport goings-on. A large window looked out upon the world of muggles, which Kryss liked because it reminded him that he used to be one, before Hogwarts changed his life. Sometimes he felt himself wondering what exactly he would have been if the book hadn't written his name down. Some sort of sportsy type, that was for certain. A baseball player? Football? Rugby? Perhaps even tennis or basketball. Nothing, though, was quite like Quidditch.
The last reason he gave why he needed an office, was that he had paperwork he needed to do- finalizations for Quidditch matches, correspondence with the people who were going to host the next World Cup, and littler things to do with England and the rest of the world's teams. Kryss openly admitted that he gained some serious satisfaction from being the team managers' manager. Today he was right in the middle of a thick stack of forms that would determine the next year's matches and where they would be. Nothing much more than reading a leaf of black text and signing off. After a while it got a little bit crazy, and the schedule he had open on his desk started to fill up. He had to think and spread some of the forms over his desk to make sure he didn't double-schedule teams. There were also little things to remember like holidays and when certain players wanted leave of absence and when managers requested time off. Suddenly he was startled out of his work by a knock at the door. "Come in." He answered, shoving his paper aside and expectedly waiting for the door to open. Whoever it was, it would be nice to have a break from the monotony of paperwork for a few minutes. |
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Jan 15, 2015 16:33:55 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2015 16:33:55 GMT -7
Open Again! | ◀ | it's all about us, isn't it? ❤ Being Junior Assistant to the Minister, Victoire was used to walking around the entire ministry and bumping into a bunch of different people from different departments. Minister Cain didn't really like the little notes that floated around, he thought it was too impersonal. Which was funny because sending Victoire around to collect messages was just as impersonal in her mind-especially when it was something as pointless as her current errand.
She reached her destination, Mr. Royes office, and knocked on the door-stepping in as he invited her to enter. "Mr. Roye, hello," she said as she shut the door behind her and walked toward his desk, holding her hand out for a shake. "I hope things are going well?"
Vic wasn't really that into sports, but Rey thought that sports were Gods gift to wizardkind. He wanted to know every detail about the upcoming season. "The Minister is wondering when the schedule will be done? He wants to start inviting people to sit in the box with him early on. Last year he didn't get everyone he wanted," she refrained from rolling her eyes.
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Jan 15, 2015 18:22:31 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2015 18:22:31 GMT -7
@victoire | ◀ | broom & bat & bludger ❤ Kryss was in for a pleasant surprise, as the door creaked open and a little blonde stepped in- Victoire Weasley, the daughter of Bill and Fleur. It was no wonder that she was Junior Assistant to the minister; it wasn't just that her looks did everything for her, she was also well-qualified, and hard-working. Everyone who really knew her here at the Ministry respected her for that. All business as usual, she stepped up to his desk and stuck out a hand. "Mr. Roye, hello, I hope things are going well?" "They sure are." Smiling, Kryss reached across right away and shook. "Took a couple days to go to Hogwarts, man I haven't been there in a long time..." Trailing off for a moment, he considered for the tenth time since he had gotten back how he graduated twelve years ago... Seemed like an eternity, though in the space of time it was only a drop in the bucket. "How are you, Miss Weasley?" Out in the hall he probably would have called her Victoire, but here he felt wrong doing it. The Ministry had imparted an impulsive courteousness on him that he was now inclined to follow at every moment of every day. In formal setting, call someone by their title, unless they asked you otherwise; informally, it was fine to be on a first-name basis.
"The Minister is wondering when the schedule will be done? He wants to start inviting people to sit in the box with him early on. Last year he didn't get everyone he wanted," Kryss couldn't help but laugh. Of course that's why she was here. The Minister was a huge Quidditch fan himself, and was always impatient to get the schedule for the year, so he could pick and choose which of his friends could sit in his private booth. Krystopher was still chuckling as he replied, "That's what I was working on, coincidentally enough. It should be done in about twenty minutes. Can he wait that long?" His grin widened more, if that was possible. "I was planning on delivering it to his office personally." |
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Jan 19, 2015 16:47:55 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2015 16:47:55 GMT -7
My pic broked!
| ◀ | it's all about us, isn't it? ❤ "Good to hear!" Vic nodded as he reported that things were indeed going well. If there was one thing Vic hated, it was bad news. She paid close attention as he explained his trip to Hogwarts and trailed off into the weirdness that really was visiting your old school. "It is strange going back, isn't it?" she said, showing she understood what was going through his head.
"I am well," she responded with a courteous smile. Her personal life was actually pretty messy right now, but she didn't want to burden Krys with that. Not when he had so much work to do.
When he laughed about the ministers request she rolled her eyes, laughing as well. She sat down in the seat across from his desk, "I know, I know..." she muttered as his laugh died down.
"What a lovely coincidence! However," she leaned forward and put on a faux serious face, "I don't think he can wait that long. But, he'd love to see you, so he'll just have to deal," she smirked as she leaned back a little.
"He really adores you, you know," she said casually.
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Jan 20, 2015 15:49:35 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2015 15:49:35 GMT -7
@victoire It's okay love | ◀ | broom & bat & bludger ❤ "Yeah... strange at least..." He shook his head. Everything was the same, but different. New kids, new professors as well, some even younger than him by five or more years. But it was still the same old Hogwarts, and the rooms were virtually untouched. "But it's fun, too. Getting to know the kids and getting reacquainted with the teachers." At the mention of the students he perked up. More and more as he thought about it he was convinced that he had enjoyed being with them even more than just being at Hogwarts and practicing on the Quidditch pitch again. Leonore, and Ethan... even Joffroi. Pretty much everyone on the Quidditch teams, it seemed, was chill with him.
"Good to hear." he nodded his head, who knew wether it was really true but that didn't matter at the moment. They were at work, and Kryss wasn't going to pry into her personal affairs anyway. He was pleased to see her settle herself down. With as hard as she worked he imagined that she needed it. He was quite surprised at her seemingly offhanded comment about the Minister loving him. "Oh, he does?" The thought made him feel nice yet at the same time... gave him a sense of foreboding. Like something was going to come of it that was not good at all. "What makes you say that?" Leaning his elbows on the desk, Kryss waited quizzically from an answer from Victiore. |
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Jan 20, 2015 16:21:15 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2015 16:21:15 GMT -7
@bryune
| ◀ | business as usual
She hadn't been to visit Hogwarts this year, but she heard about a it a lot from her cousin James. She nodded, "I believe it. Are you going to be visiting there often?" she asked. She wasn't sure why he would, unless he was perhaps scouting or something like that.
Victoire shrugged as he inquired why the Minister adored him so, "Beats me," she laughed, "honestly, I think he'd love whoever was in this position. However, you seem to be really good at making sure he feels, you know, special and what not," she rolled her eyes a little, leaning back. "Not that he doesn't get that from his adoring fans already."
She wasn't quite ready to head back up to the office just yet, "So, how are things? I mean, I know you've been busy," she added the last part, not wanting to seem like she didn't appreciate his hard work.
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Jan 22, 2015 16:29:46 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2015 16:29:46 GMT -7
Being an intern at the Ministry of Magic was no less a tedious and demeaning job as being a slave, honestly, if not worse. It was very much expected for one to be consistently cheery and chipper and yet entirely subservient and obedient to the menial tasks that were assigned to them. Unlike slaves, however, interns were not offered room and board; even slaves in certain cultures were allowed to buy their way out of their situation. Still, the world of business and bureaucracy needed its lackeys and civil grunts, even if it meant dehumanizing them in the process.
At the very least, Rudolf Lestrange knew how to play the part, and did so with pomp and a smile on his face. For the last months, he'd practiced working his personal charm in the mirror. He'd begun to wear a light beard and a pair of thick-rimmed black glasses, to better frame his face and reinvent his old image. Now, Rolf was approachable, and to those who knew him before his entering the Ministry, the young wizard's recovery from the horrible slump and anti-social behavior of his seventh year at Hogwarts to where he was now was quite a commendable feat (and, to many, quite surprising). Now in line to work his way through the very important world of wizarding politics, his was the face of somebody who knew quite well what he wanted in the world and knew what to do in order to get it.
Of course, right now, 'getting it' simply meant sorting papers and writing proposals and fetching coffee and tea- all in all, not nearly as horrible as it could have been. At the very least, it wasn't grunt work, and he wasn't the one stuck to dealing with random ceiling leaks all throughout the Ministry. With a confident and mindful stride, Rolf trot through the ever casual and turbulent office of the Department of Magical Sports and Games with his head slightly up, a notepad and black retractable pilot pen in hand. His yew wand, thirteen-and-one-quarter inches long and notably unflexible, was safely tucked in his right pocket. It wasn't the first time he'd been in what was commonly referred to as the 'party office'; he was just on-loan, as ever, and avoiding infringing on things that didn't entirely matter to him (see: sports). With the department head's office in mind, he rounded the corner with purpose and firmly, but politely, knocked thrice on the door.
"Mr. Roye?" Rolf inquired, leaning his ear in slightly towards the door. For a moment, his eyebrow perked and he considered announcing more, but, given office etiquette, he refrained and continued simply. "It's Rolf, the intern from this past November. May I come in?"
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Feb 4, 2015 10:09:02 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2015 10:09:02 GMT -7
@victoire, @remy3 | ◀ | broom & bat & bludger ❤ "Maybe. We'll see. Depends on how busy I am, and how much scouting the teams want me to do." Several professional Quidditch teams, including his own US national, had recruited him to keep an eye out for prospective professional players and talent. They were always looking for fresh blood, as players came, got hurt, were traded or retired, and eventually phased out of the system. Those like Kryss, who still were heavily involved in the sport, were almost guaranteed to be recruited as a scout at some point in time. "Ah. I see. Well, I try to be friendly." Chucking again, he relaxed, and couldn't help but think that perhaps she hadn't meant to, but Victoire had just calmed his fear. She had also just given him one of the biggest compliments of his life. "Thank you. And fans... what can I add to that? Exactly." Smiling knowingly, wryly he shook his head.
This time when she asked how things were, she really meant it. Whenever someone asked twice about your well-being, they were serious. "Pretty good. Still just me and my owl at home. Yes, work is busy, and I'm enjoying it immensely. My mother is doing well. Really that's all I need to be content." Even if she hadn't added in the last quip about how busy he was her intent would have not been lost on him.
Suddenly there was another knock on the door, and a familiar face peeked his head in. "Mr. Roye? It's Rolf, the intern from this past November. May I come in?" "Yes, of course." If it was important, official business of course he would be allowed in. The conversation with Victoire could wait. "What do you need?" |
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Feb 4, 2015 21:20:24 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2015 21:20:24 GMT -7
"Scouting sounds fun!" she exclaimed, "It would be nice to have an excuse to see all my cousins," she chuckled. She really could go see the games-if she just would make time for it. She had promised James that she would try, but she hadn't really been trying. She had actually been making herself more bust rather than open up some room in her schedule to make room her the games and her cousins.... cousin of the year award, right here!
She laughed as he agreed that he couldn't add much more to the fan base the Minister had. The funny thing was, he actually did have a fan base! So many people were just interested in the fact that he was good looking and charismatic. Victoire couldn't believe that people like that really existed.
"That's good to hear," Victoire nodded at the explanation that his mother was doing well. She didn't know much about the situation, but it was still good to know that things were going well. She leaned back in her chair a little as a knock on the door occurred. She turned a little to see Rold Lestrange standing in the doorway.
"Rolf, bonjour," she said with a small smile. She didn't really have much of an opinion of Rolf Lestrange. He was a little younger than her and they didn't really have a relationship. He didn't seem the type to really go out of his way to make friends in school. He looked good though, well put together. He was recently given the position of Ministry Intern-which meant him and Vic would be seeing a lot of each other.
@remy3 @bryune
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