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Mar 29, 2016 14:49:16 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Mar 29, 2016 14:49:16 GMT -7
Vic and Seb had been looking for months for someone to take the two remaining open spots in their office. They had some temporary people helping them out but no one wanted to make the jobs permanent. The rumor was the office was cursed, which wasn’t really surprising. Some, Victoire guessed, probably didn’t respect her due to age and figured the government was doomed anyway. Either way or whatever the reason, they had little luck in promoting within the ministry so they had started to reach out to people outside of it. A lot of students who had just graduated had promised but Vic knew they needed some real life experience first. Heck, even she was in the Auror training program before moving up to the Ministers office as the Junior Undersecretary.
They had someone coming in today to interview for that position, actually. Royal Shacklebolt. His credentials at the prophet as the junior editor were impressive and showed that he could handle a management position as well as knowing how to sift through information, which was important for the Junior considering they helped in deciding what was worth bringing to the Minister and what wasn’t.
Vic had asked Royal to come interview with her and Sebastian and was now waiting in her office for both of them to arrive. She asked Sebastian to meet Royal outside first to greet him and then bring him into her office for the interview. As she waited she assured that her desk was clear of paperwork, so she could see Royal and Sebastian completely.
@royal @sebastian (YAY)
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Mar 30, 2016 8:25:49 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Mar 30, 2016 8:25:49 GMT -7
Royal didn’t normally dress up; his job, more often than not, demanded discretion, and that meant he dressed casually. He had more formal wear, but that was generally reserved for press conferences with important people. The fact that he had decided to wear a suit and tie out of his own volition would probably have surprised a lot of those closest to him, though if they knew that he was applying for a job in the Ministry of Magic, they probably wouldn’t be as surprised. If one thing could be said of Royal Shacklebolt, it would be that he knew how to make a stellar first impression.
He walked to the Ministry with long, confident strides. He could do this. Royal had been giving himself pep talks about the interview since he had first scheduled it with Victoire, and they had actually done him some good in terms of confidence. The only thing that still worried him was, funnily enough, his appearance. He wasn’t old and war-scarred like Rufus Scrimgeour, his father, and Cain Reynolds had been. He wasn’t bizarrely beautiful like Victoire. He wasn’t even average-looking in a way that would set people at ease. He was bizarre, with his multi-colored eyes and his tattooed arm. He didn’t look like he could keep the Wizarding world safe, did he?
That was no matter. Normally Royal didn’t like to rely on his last name, but the name of Shacklebolt was a comfort to many, and that would happen. His father had been a good man, and a good Minister. It was a legacy he would be proud to shoulder. He saw someone waiting outside of Vic’s office, presumably for him, and strode over, extending his hand to the man. “Are you Mr. Rockefellar? I’m Royal Shacklebolt. I’m here for the interview.”
@victoire @sebastian
for my own amusement, royal's outfit
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