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Minister's Office: Office of the Minister for Magic, Charles Hollingberry
Level 1 The Offices of the Minister for Magic
Office of the Minister for Magic, Charles Hollingberry
Welcome to the office of Charles Hollingberry, current Minister for Magic and appointed leader of the wizarding government in the United Kingdom. The office is located at the far end of Level One, and it is only accessible through the Senior Undersecretary's Office where guests are all escorted to a gaudy but comfortable waiting room. Help yourself to one, or several, of the individual packets of yogurt covered raisins tied with thin red ribbon found in the bowl on the coffee table. The Minister has been informed of your visit will be with you soon.
Boasting vibrant crimsons and warm gold tones, the office of the Minister for Magic is even more gaudy than the waiting room. The wooden walls are almost entirely covered with bookshelves, framed paintings of landscapes, and portraits of most of the previous Ministers for Magic - who the Minister may consult from time to time. Dark wooden cabinets and tables are adorned with artifacts from around the world and countless framed family photos of his children and grandchildren in various stages of their lives. Chances are you have already seen these on more than one occasion as the Minister also carries copies in his leather wallet sized photo album he keeps in his robes pocket at all times to shamelessly whip out and share should any and all opportunity arise. There is no desk to be seen but rather too luxurious red leather couches in the middle of the room.
So just where does the Minister do all his important work? Tap the right series of book spines along the shelves and you may be able to find out, though highly unlikely. This intricate beat is the sole knowledge of the Minister himself and the Senior Undersecretary. Nothing personal, the simply Minister prefers to keep all visitors away from sensitive documents and his affairs private.
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Anyways, Zander Adair didn't actually hate their old boss. Was he creepy? Definitely. Unsettling? Absolutely. A little off in the head? Without an ounce of uncertainty. But he was still pretty alright aside from that poisoning the food situation. Zander didn't mind him too much, anyway.
Getting a new, new boss was a REAL intimidating situation though. Which is why Zander Adair decided to give him a warm welcome now before it was too late and he was caught in the middle of doing something embarrassing. Like wearing some ridiculous tie for the kids on National Pancake day or something. You never know. The Ministry Daycare was a wild place when Zander was around.
Anyways, I digress.
The blonde anxiously paced around the office, not exactly sure whether it'd be a good time to come by... But after a few minutes of being a wreckTM, he mustered up the courage and knocked on the office door.
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Having been alerted to the arrival of the young man, Charles spared a few moments before looking over his file. The Minister was looking for nothing in particular, simply wishing to acquaint himself with the employee with whom he was about to speak with. Hogwarts graduate, Head Boy, and a Gryffindor at that! Previously employed in the Department of Magical Games and Sports before requesting to transfer departments. Ah, that showed initiative. A few references to being self-employed, which Charles mostly took to mean the young man enjoyed these things and just so happened to get paid for doing others a favor. Yes yes yes, he thought he had enough to go on for the time being.
Closing the file and setting it on his desk, Charles Hollingberry descended the spiral staircase that lead from his office proper and silently appeared from a secret door nestled among the walls of bookcases - never appearing in the same place twice in a row - and held his arm wide in greeting. Though...he had just so happened to appear behind the daycare employee. "Ah, Zander Adair. To what do I owe the pleasure? Please, take a seat. Help yourself to a packet." He certainly was, and plucked one from the bowl to untie immediately.
He was rather fond of yogurt covered raisins.
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like how a single word can make a heart open...................
I might only have one match but I can make an explosion.............
Had Zander known his file would be read, he would've been even MORE nervous. So it's an entirely great thing that he had know idea about the quick peek the new Minster was taking at the blonde's files. All was well. Sort of. Because WHAT THE HECK DID THIS MAN JUST APPEAR OUT OF THIN AIR OR???????
So yes, Zander did jump up, slightly. There were many reasons as to why he wasn't an auror and only ever expecting the expected was at the top of the list. "Oh! Hello Mr. Minister of Magic... Sir," he gave the man a classic, lopsided Adair grin. The wildest part about this whole excursion was that Mr. Hollingberry already knew his name. Whut.
Z took a seat as prompted and wiggled a little to make himself comfortable. There was nothing worse than feeling stale during a chat with your superior. Zander would know. It happened to him quite a lot. "I was just hoping to introduce myself--" he paused, registering the offer of sweets a few seconds delayed. "Thank you," he picked one out, but didn't move to untie it. Instead he kept it secure in his fist and continued, "seeing as there wasn't a 'first day', departmental meeting or anything... And I guess Specialty Area employees are under first floor jurisdiction now, which is great because January is great." Was he rambling again? "But since I'll be spending most of my time in the Atrium... Thought this would be the best opportunity to pop by and say, uh, welcome to the ministry! We're really excited to have you."
AND DAZZLE HIM WITH A GENUINE SMILE and overall goofiness.
He was done.
...... He wasn't fired yet, was he?
Thankfully the Minister had more than enough tact not to mention such details to this employee - or any for that matter, save for those who would be eventually applying for the Junior Undersecretary position. All in due time. For now he was simply relishing in the element of surprise his particular office arrangement had been intended AND succeeded in accomplishing.
"Mr. Hollingberry will do," he dismissively waved with a jovial chuckle. It really was a wonder he did not have his own sleigh pulled by reindeer. "Which I may add, you have not done yet, my boy." Introducing himself that is. Nor offer any sort of personal accolade nor memorable quip. Just a youthful nervousness that the man could appreciate. It all reminded him of his son-in-law quite a bit. Though hopefully there would not come the need to accidentally encourage this young man into walking into the incorrect barrier on Platform 9¾. It had all turned out just fine in the end though. Nothing to worry about. "So allow me to begin with a few questions." Though it sounded as though he were offering a courtesy, it was really nonnegotiable. "What is it that brought you to work in the Ministry in the first place?" Seeing as he had not stayed long at his original post, it was a curious detail indeed.
Mr. Hollingberry. Zander nodded. Got it!
Man, why did speaking to any sort of authority make him feel like he was a Hogwarts' student all over again? Maybe this is why he preferred the company of children. Instead of saying anything he just gave the Minister of Magic a sheepish sort of look in reply. Mr. Hollingberry was right after all, some lousy introduction that had been. To be fair though, what was he supposed to say? The dude already knew his name!!!
Had the broom been metaphorically pulled out from under his legs or what? Suddenly this conversation that Zander was meant to lead had very easily switched to one that the Minister had full reign of and.. Honestly, Zander wasn't even gonna complain. This was just fine. "Oh," this was unexpected. Was this a trick? He wasn't gonna get fired for answering wrong... Right? "Well, to be honest," which he typically was, "I needed a job, the ministry was hiring, and my girlfriend was studying nearby at the time." Girlfriend, now turned wifey... But it was an unnecessary detail.
O____O
Wait. No. He did that wrong.
Zander added in a laugh, before continuing, "I started out in Games and Sports, didn't love it... But, well, I spent most of my breaks in the Atrium at the daycare with the kiddos and realized that I'd found my calling. Never looked back since!" Sort of. But he had saved his own butt just now, so that's what mattered.
..... Did he pass?
Lifting a hand to attempt to CALM the boy down - it was a wonder he wasn't shaking like a flitterby bush with all those nerves - Charles merely nodded his head at the initial explanation. "I did not ask under the guise to judge you, my boy," he assured him. "Everyone comes to work at the Ministry for their own reasons and likely end up staying for others." There was a bit of a twinkle in his eye as he spoke those last few words. "It is very admirable that rather than suffer through a profession you sought to find yourself a better fit. Shows much about your character."
Of course, the Ministry did its best with the hiring process and the department heads diligent in their interview procedures and job placement...but no one was perfect. There would be hiccups seeing as it was human nature to change.
"January speaks very highly of you," he informed the blonde. Or rather affirmed depending on whether or not he was aware of said praise. "Seems that you, my boy, are on the path towards a promotion." And, well, he just may-so-happen to be graced with the presence of his grandchildren one of these days. The triplets were QUITE the handful.
But the Minister wanted to back up on a point. A VERY important point as far as he was concerned.
"That was a while ago that you first joined us," he nodded, selecting another yogurt covered raisin and popping it into his mouth. "I do hope you have married that girlfriend by now." Because his unsolicited opinion on the matter was vital. "When can we be expecting children?" More pseudo grandchildren for him to pamper, obviously.
Zander Adair was most certainly making a fool of himself in front of his new head honcho. Was anyone surprised at all? Probably not, especially not Zander. He was nervous by nature, but new situations with authority figures really got his heartrate going, y'know? And not in the, Sophie-Brown-is-rockin'-my-world type-of-way. This was the unpleasant kind. Fortunately, the longer he sat down, the less anxious he felt. Sort of. But he was definitely way calmer than he was when he had first been escorted over, that's for sure.
And sometimes, with this blonde, that's all you can really ask for.
"Thank you, Sir," he smiled with a genuine grin as opposed to a nervous one. His former Astronomy Professor had said just about the same sort of thing to him, which is really what inspired the switch all together. And yet again, Zander Adair found himself owing Flamsteed big time. But then again… Reckon that's what role models are for. Anyways, he continued rolling the sweet in his palm and listened for a bit. The blonde had a tendency to speak more than necessary when his nerves got the best of him, so listening was always a welcomed change. Meant he didn't have to flounder as much.
At the Minster's next words, Zander found himself lifting his head up. Really? She does? Despite the fact that he knew he was on good terms with the Under-Secretary... Hearing that she spoke highly of him was still something he didn't really expect. In fact, he was surprised he was spoken of at all! AND A PROMOTION? Zander's eyes glistened. Not gonna lie, he was a bit embarrassed by all of this, but of course a promotion would be incredible. Being an assistant was limiting. "Well, I'm just trying to do my best to make sure the kids are taken care of and having a good time. It's my number one priority," he rubbed the back of his neck, a nervous habit. "A promotion would be nice, though," he slipped the last bit in there just so the Minister KNEW that he wouldn't say no.... Ahem.
And if he thought the January thing was surprising, this next segue almost knocked him right off his chair. O________O Speaking to his employer about work related topics was one matter, but personal life?!? Uh. "Oh, well, yes," he nodded. "Pretty recently actually!" It wasn't exactly a traditional sort of marriage, but they had the certificate and legal status so that's what mattered.
HA. Remember the part where the marriage segue almost knocked him right off his chair? That was an exaggeration. This children thing ACTUALLY almost knocked him right off his chair. "Uh. You'd have to ask my wife," he laughed. Zander was only feeling highly uncomfortable discussing this sort of matter with his boss right now. "I've been ready… It's sort of her call at this rate." She would be the one lugging them around for nine months so. "Do you have children, Mr. Minister?" Because Zander didn't know how much longer he wanted to center this conversation around himself thanks.
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He supposed the he could indulge the boy with his own epic retelling of just how he had come to work in the Ministry, such an unfortunate thing to have drumsticks made from yew and a drummer to had a horrid habit of chewing on things, but perhaps for another time. That story required tea.
And he had not put a pot of that on just yet. Rather he was a tad too preoccupied with his handful of yogurt covered raisins.
"Outstanding on it's own," he assured the blonde as leaned back a bit more on the gaudy plush sofa. "You know, any ideas that you may have for the daycare...educational programs or otherwise...do not hesitate to speak up." He was rather hoping to turn the daycare into more than just a necessity for Ministry employees in the long run. There were plenty of hardworking wizarding families seeking affordable care for their children, of course.
And yes, was there truly anyone who did not seek a promotion? A lack of ambition was a tragic thing to posses.
"Did you REALLY?!" The Minister exclaimed, his eyes glowing with promise as he reached over to place a firm hand on Zander's shoulder and gave it an exceptionally hardy squeeze....and giddy shake. "Attabooooooooooy!" There were a few more drags out moments of said gleeful shaking before the Minister released his grip and settled back into his seat. "Perhaps I SHALL." How lovely of the boy to make the suggestion before he did it on his own. He was about to dive into more questions of his own, and more unsolicited advice, when the young daycare worker push just the riiiiiiiiiiiiiight button.
Did he have any children of his own? Ho ho ho ooooooooooooooooh my dear boy were you in for an earful.
"I do inDEED!" he grinned as he unceremoniously rose from his seat, fully expecting the boy to do the same as he was about to get his own private tour of this section of the office. "Three strapping boys and one glorious daughter. All full grown now, of course, though only my precious pea has blessed me with grandchildren," he began to explain as he plucked one framed photo off from one of the many side tables scattered about the room. It was a picture of a young lady with luxurious raven hair in a smart looking beige uniform. Two children were off on either side of her, one a little boy of about six and a little girl around three. Nestled in her perfect soft porcelain hands was a dragon egg of...some breed Charles could not recall if asked. "My daughter, Kurumi. Graduate of Hogwarts and smartest witch of her age. A Gryffindor like yourself, prefected in her fourth year and seeker for her house team. Married her Hogwarts sweetheart right out of school as well and they have FIVE beautiful children now. She gave birth to triplets a bit back. TRIPLETS! Works as a dragon fertility specialist now. James Eiji," he continued as he pointed to the boy. "Is just finishing his second year at Hogwarts now. A Slytherin."
Which he likely got from the Minister's side of the family seeing as he had come from a long line of Slytherins and he himself, well, he was the black sheep of the family. Or perhaps the red sheep was the more opportune phrasing.
"My eldest, Ryunosuke, was in Magical Law Enforcement for a time. Though he has now returned to Japan to take up the post of Headmaster at Himitsumahou. And positively refuses to settle down." It was terribly frustrating. Such a waste. "You may have run into him every now and then while he was doing standard patrols." Arm snaking around the young man's shoulders, he DRAGGED the boy over towards another set of photographs - four individual ones to be precise - and each depicted the same pose. A young child, somewhere around the age of nine, holding a what would look like a rather odd looking piece of bamboo to those not in the know wearing a traditional looking Japanese garment in white and navy. "Ryunosuke, Takeshi, Junichiro, and Kurumi," he pointed out each as he went down the line. "That's a shinai they're holding. It is a weapon used in the traditional martial art of kendo. The Kurokawa family, my wife's bloodline, own a dojo. Each of my children trained in it. Ryunosuke was even the master there for several years before he became a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. Takeshi never quite took to it. He always preferred those muggle wibbly games or whatever you call those things."
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Zander nodded to show that he would come forward with any ideas. He did actually have a few, even now, but maybe that was more of a second-meeting-with-the-Minister sort of thing? Didn't want to overwhelm the man… Or himself, for that matter. But then Mr. Hollingberry slipped in a quip about educational programming and Zander couldn't resist. "I've actually been doing a lot of thinking about the educational curriculum. It's pretty basic at the moment, but I reckon it's really got room to grow." The blonde was actually just about to finish up his degree in early-childhood education, which meant he'd be one step closer to getting a full certification…
Yes. He did. Really. It was about time too, let's be real. "Thank you, Mr. Hollingberry," Zander was pretty certain that this wasn't exactly the right response, but… What else was he meant to say? This was weird. His shoulder was being squeezed and shaken. And Zander was ready to #BYEFELICIA outta here. "She's a tough one to persuade," he laughed. Uh. What.
THANKFULLY, the torture was soon over and Zander could really just sit back and pretend as if hearing about his boss's children was the greatest gift in the entire world. Not that he minded the whole thing, but he was much less invested than he let on. Jk. There would be no sitting back. They were standing now.
Welp.
Before he knew it, the boy was being dragged from one corner of the room to another. Pictures shoved into his face, followed by lengthy explanations and exuberant detail. Zander was only slightly uncomfortable. Again. Wibbly games? Yeah… Zander was muggleborn and even he didn't know what the Minister was talking about. "Sounds like you're really proud of them," he smiled. "Which you should be," he added as an after thought. (: (: (: What. A. Day.
He could see why January was so keen on this young man and he felt his own chest puff out a bit with pride at the priorities Zander was seeming to take with the progress of the daycare. "I look forward to hearing about these plans some day," he nodded with a smile.
He really did not have too much more to say on this subject, other than offer some encouragement in his attempts. "My daughter was similar," he chuckled, recalling the pep talks he had given Lewis as early as their wedding day. "She wanted to have a proper career and foundation therein before starting a family. Would be a waste of perfectly good genes not to pass those along to the next generation, however."
Let today be a lesson to one Zander Adair that asking the Minister about his family was, well, perhaps not the most efficient means of holding a conversation with him?
The man rambled on for a bit more, somewhere close to five minutes, and somewhere around the three minute mark finally put together that wibbly games was meant to be video games and his son was a professional game tester and programmer in the muggle world. Which meant Charles had a bit of a soft spot for the Muggle Technology Centre. And a bit of a longing to reconnect with Takeshi, but that was a conversation for hot tea AND crumpets. "Oh yes, very proud. Very proud indeed," he assured the young man with a hearty pat on the back. "And some day, hopefully soon, you will know this pride as well."
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It wasn't everyday that you got an official request to drop by the most important office in the British Wizarding world. For that reaosn, Malachi opted to wear a suit--without the multi-coloured tie. He'd put it on, imagined the scenario being rather grave and thinking he'd only be focused on his tie and how silly he looked, taken it off, imagined it wasn't as serious as he imagined and him looking like a dull number cruncher from those muggle movies so put it back on. He got to the door, ready to leave and the thought of it being important came back.
The end result? A charmed tie. Right now, it was a solid gray colour, but a tap of his wand would see it changing to a brighter, striped masterpiece of his children's creation....They picked it out. Close enough.
With some amount of nerves (for reasons he couldn't quite put his finger on), Malachi kept pulling at and adjusting his tie while he waited in the waiting room. He knew Charles. They weren't drinking buddies or Sunday golf pals, but it wasn't....this formal before...unless it was now...him in office and all.
This should've been covered in the summons. How to knock, what to wear, how to greet. He wasn't good with these formal things.
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Charles could not even BEGIN to express how eager he was to see his boy. Had the official summons been a bit much? Perhaps, though he did have some urgent matters to speak with him about now that he was taking up a very important role in the shaping the young minds and lives that would go on to be the future of the wizarding world. The Minister was grateful that his grandson was also so pragmatic when discussing how his second year at Hogwarts had been, it kept the man from exploding in various colorful emotional outbursts.
Naturally, Charles approved of his appointment as Headmaster at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, even writing to his son who had now taken over the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts and Headmaster over at Himitsumaou. Such a delight, seeing the evolution of their relationship - his son and his pseudo son. He could still VIVIDLY recall Ryunosuke telling him about helping a first year he had found cornered by a boggart turned into a giant spider. One of his first proper performances of practical magic outside of a classroom setting, it had stuck with Ryunosuke even to this day - and earned the man who had now knocked on Charles' door QUITE the affectionate nickname.
One that he PROUDLY proclaimed as he appeared from one of the many possible entrances by means of sliding bookcase. "TRENTULA!" Arms extended out to either side, Charles swiftly approached and placed his hands firmly on the other man's shoulders and the bookcase slid back into place with a click. "Absolutely DELIGHTFUL to see you! My my...I can remember when you were no taller than a gnome! NOW look at you! Back to Hogwarts and as its Headmaster! Come come. Have a seat and I will fetch us a spot of tea. Or do you prefer coffee these days?"
Oh flobberworm, he could've worn the tie as is.
The nickname he tried to forget was confirmation enough of that. Rising, Malachi tapped his tie to return it to its normal, somewhat obnoxious form. "Even the entire magical arsenal can't compare to a well placed growth spurt." He quipped following the man and taking a seat. He HAD been a tiny thing, and a puny one at that. He spent a solid three years in the brightest shade of green envy toward his older brother.
"Tea." He offered, not slouching in the seat as he found it a horrid habit. "Taking the children to the park after this. No reason all three of us need to be wired." Because then he may lose one, and his wife might think it was his fault. He'd have to be proper sorry about it too and if it was Mavis that he lost, well, he'd have to be angry at himself too....er....not he wouldn't be angry about Kale too, but Kale had the good sense to know how to get someone to take him home. He was getting to be...a fraction closer to almost responsible if you squinted. Mavis.....yeah. There was a lot riding on his head remaining clear and the man had a sensitivity to caffeine something fierce.
"Not calling me in to take the job back, are you? We've already gone to dinner to celebrate and Mum insists on making me a robe for the first night." Don't wanna break an old woman's heart, yeah?
Tea it was!
Naturally, the Minister caught the change in tie and recognized a child's eye when he saw one. He himself had quite the collection of novelty ties from his own children and grandchildren. There was a bit of reluctance in them growing up as these sorts of gifts fell by the wayside and gave way to more practical gifts like inkwells, quills, and nice dress shirts. At least he still had the triplets to look forward to in this sort of gift giving since his other sons were failing in delivering in finding themselves partners let alone giving him more grandchildren. Though this was also reminding him that he needed to write to his darling Dora soon as well...
Oh yes, he was putting on a spot of tea.
"Aw, how ARE the children? Has it quite registered to them that there daddy will be away for the majority of the year, hmmm?" It was something that had put himself off the potential of becoming a professor or headmaster anywhere - though education in and of itself had never truly been an appealing field to him professionally.
"No no no, of course not," he chuckled, though naturally assumed said question was done so in jest. Summoning the now hot pot of tea and two cups on saucers, Charles arranged them neatly on the coffee table and plucked a bag of yogurt covered raisins for himself. "Certainly not before you've had the change to prove me right." And Charles Hollingberry did not enjoy being wrong about people. "Though there are a fair few...shall we call them concerns? Concerns that I do have as we move forward with the future of Hogwarts. Though, seeing as you are a strapping young man of intellect, I am sure you have already given careful consideration to matters." So really, all this was a formality to ensure that they were on the same page and that there was in fact a sort of agenda in place that would be followed through upon with a diligent hand. "I heard some rather worrying descriptions from my grandson. He'll be a third year, Slytherin, this coming term." Practical and informative as Eiji had been in his explanations of matters - not to mention incredibly impartial and mostly detached from most of it - Charles had not been too terribly impressed with a number of things. "I understand that you have chosen to keep on the majority of those who used polyjuice potion?"
There was an implied follow up question to this initial inquiry. One he was hoping would be quickly picked up on so he did not have to.
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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie
"Look forward to sharing them with you some day, Sir," he nodded. It felt like the right thing to say... And Zander did actually mean it. Though, hopefully they next time they spoke Zander wouldn't feel as awkward. But perhaps that was wishful thinking.
The blonde laughed at the Minister's next words. His apparent frustration with his daughter's mentality was quite amusing. "Soph too," he smiled. And while Zander wanted kids more than just about anything at the moment, he wasn't angry or upset with Soph about the whole thing. Sure it'd be AMAZING to have children, but if she didn't feel comfortable at the current moment then... he got it y'know? It's not like he'd be the one carrying them around for nine months (he'd offer to do it if he could though).
Zander was mildly absent during the tour of the Minister's family history, but made sure to nod and react at all the appropriate moments. It's not like he hated the whole thing. It was kind of cute, the way he was so proud. Still uncomfortable and very awkward. But endearing. And a heck of a lot better than having to be the one to do the talking, that's for sure. "Hope so, Mr. Hollingberry!" He grinned, half because he agreed with the sentiment, but mostly because this ordeal was now over.
"I should probably get going, wouldn't want to keep you any longer... Thanks for the tour, Sir!" The Minister was probably SUPER busy. And Zander didn't really have much else to say so if that was all... He'd... Just... Y'know... BYE!
How were his children? "Off key and tone deaf most times but Mavis is beginning to prove a little less so. Kale may need to look elsewhere for his talents but we'll see." Alive. They were also alive. A pretty good indicator of parenthood if you asked him. If you'd asked him all those years ago, he'd have said he didn't know the first thing about being a father and was likely to make a mess of it, but now he could parent in his sleep--and often did! "We talk about it and they agree but I'm not sure how much they actually understand. Guess that's another thing we'll see when the time comes." He expected tears and at least ten occasions where "when are you coming home?" will be demanded.
Malachi settled back in the seat he'd taken, crossing his leg with the ankle resting on the other knee. He watched the man prepare the tea, giving serious attention to his words. The jokes of being fired aside, he assumed there was reason for this meeting here today.
"I am and I have." He said simply, replying to two specific questions raised. The polyjuiced Professors would be keeping their jobs for now at least and he did take everything into serious consideration regarding the concerns that had arisen in the last term. "I confess, I don't know the full extent of their involvement in...everything that took place but I've gotten the gist of it. I've already got plans to address things. Conversations I intend to have. It's nothing you'll need to be concerned with."
He was aware it wouldn't be a SMOOTH transition with all the messes left, but he did plan to make it less jarring than it could otherwise be.
Oh, tea.
Originally Posted by ArianaBlack
Very VERY keen on hearing about these plans. The would likely effect his grandchildren some day!
Charles really could have gone on and on and then on some more with stories, especially seeing as they had not even covered one-hundredth of the photographs in here, but he supposed they could take a rain check on that for another day. No doubt the young man would be there further conversations here in his 'office'. If nothing else there would be a lesson plan proposal to be had.
"Ah well, I wouldn't want to keep you from your important work either, my boy," he said with a hand still planted firmly on the young man's shoulder. And some firm shakes there as well, for good measure of course. "I'll walk you out. Oh! Do take some yogurt covered raisins with you." It was really non-negotiable, seeing as he had already plucked a few from the bowl and slipped them into the boy's pocket on his dress shirt already.
Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo
Off key and tone deaf. Charles let out a healthy chuckle from deep in his belly at that. His own children had never taken quite to music the way that he had in his youth, but he had hardly brought much music into the home while they had been growing up. A missed opportunity, surely. "Well, perhaps we can arrange another camp fire sing along in the future," he mused. He would bring his own guitar, of course, and the grandchildren to accompany Trentula's own. "Still a bit of time before you have to ship off to Hogwarts and I am sure I can afford an evening or so somewhere."
Nursing his own tea with one cup of sugar, Charles nodded as the newest Hogwarts Headmaster (!!!) spoke.
"As long as it is addressed I will hope it is nothing more I need to concern myself with," he nodded firmly, though somewhat skeptically. "My grandson was all rather impartial to the whole ordeal. Far more curious as to the legal ramifications of polyjuice potion in a general sense. Seems his mother and father had a homework assignment on the very potion during their days at Hogwarts. Partnered up and polyjuiced into a classmate for the assignment. It would be wise to encourage your Potions Master to hold a seminar of sorts on potions and ethics." His emphasis was not just casual suggestion either.
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It wasn't everyday that the Minister for Magic required your presence. Not when you were Eliora Dodderidge. Maybe she'd told one too many people that they were friends outside of work and he had taken her advice on a good place for strong coffee? Or maybe she'd spent a little too much time eating her lunch in Maddox's office recently. Either way, she'd made her way from her desk to level one and consumed three cups of coffee on the journey and had just began her fourth when she got there.
Was it rude to come to a meeting with coffee only for yourself? Probably.
Was she going to beat herself up about it later? Probably.
For now, she drank, she waited and she thought long and hard.
Oh no... Had someone found the ratings book that she carried around in her handbag? Had she not paid for her Witch Weekly subscription that she had delivered here?
Oh. No.
You are invited to...
Neville Longbottom's Surprise Birthday Party!
Required inDEED! It was a bittersweet but joyous occasion in which he had summoned one Eliora Dodderidge to his office this day. He had expected Maddox to have arrived already and Charles had done another sweep - or five - of his office in case the man had opted to take a literal cat nap before their scheduled meeting, but alas. No feline presence had been noticed and Charles had half a mind to bring out a bit of feather on string to play with the animagus.
Upon receiving notification of her arrival, Charles descended down from the winding staircase and emerged from one of the numerous hidden bookcase doors. "Ah, Elinora. Thank you for coming and do have a seat," he boomed while gesturing towards one of the gaudy couches. "Do you fancy yogurt covered raisins? Made and wrapped them myself." In fact, he was going to help himself to one before they got to business. "Ah, I see you have already taken the liberty of bringing your own beverage. More tea for me then," he mused while giving his wand a wave to set the teapot in motion. "I imagine Maddox will be along soon enough to discuss the matter with us."
She wasn't quite sure what to be expecting here, but it wasn't for her to be scared witless by the Minister. "Sweet caffeine! SIR. You scared me!" Note the sweet caffeine, and not spilled caffeine, because she had kept that in her hand and not a drop had gone elsewhere. Eliora took a sip in hope of calming herself after that spook.
"It's Eliora, Sir. No 'n'." Luckily, she was able to move the conversation on to these raisin things he was going on about and tried her hardest not to look disgusted. "They'll.. not sit right on the amount of coffee I've had today. Maybe another time." And speaking of that beverage.. she was drinking from it again so that she didn't have to talk. No, no thank you.
Maddy was joining them?
Oh, this really meant trouble.
"Whatever I did, I don't think we need Maddox here to discuss it." Maddy being disappointed in her was the worst of all the options here. The absolute worst.
lmao im sure that n was me being me and i always add a n for some reason XD*rolls w/*
Glancing expectantly at the visitor's door, Charles was becoming a little concerned as to why Maddox had not made his appearance yet. It was unlike the man to be, well, this late to appointments. Almost on cue, a purple paper airplane zipped through the door and whizzed around a bit before landing on the floor at the Minister's feet.
"Just a moment," he said as he bent to pick it up and unfold. "Ah. Seems something has come up and he won't be joining us. No matter. Perfectly capable of sharing this news with you myself, Elinora without the 'n'."
Just a bit of grandfather humor. He would refrain from mistaking her name from now on. Not the best way to start this meeting off, butchering the name of someone who was about to receive a promotion.
"Please, have a seat," he offered, gesturing towards one of the gaudy chairs and couches as he settled in to one himself and rested his hands on his knees. "And no, we do not need Maddox here to discuss seeing as he and I already have and have come to an agreement."
O......kay. No Maddox here to fight her corner. Eliora was glad to have her coffee to keep herself sane and be able to hide the increasing feeling of panic that she was having.
News was never good in her life. News was always someone walking away, being dumped, not wanting a second date, a coffee machine breaking down, her favourite coffee shop closing. Her experiences with news had never ever been positive. News. Was. Bad.
Taking a seat (as she considered it an instruction more than a comfort request), Eliora held her coffee cup in both hands. "Before anything, I just.. want you to know that I need this job. I'm a single parent and I have two kids at home. I need this job. I love my job, even though I complain to Maddox a lot and sometimes take an extra five minutes" more like an hour.. "on my lunch if I need a power nap or another sandwich. I'm good-- no, I'm great at my job."
Meanwhile, to one Charles Hollingberry, news meant more grandchildren. Typically at least. Though he had no such tidings for Eliora but the news he did bear was no less exciting. Well, grandchildren were more exciting in his humble opinion but he could not speak on her behalf.
And then the woman began to speak and Charles immediately began reflecting on his prized people skills. Not to mention that his heart sank a bit at the mention of being a single parent - while also wishing to immediately dote upon them - and he somehow maintained a level exterior until she was finished.
"You are good at your job. Exceptional even," he nodded as he straightened slightly. Licking his index finger and thumb, the Minister pulled out some paperwork and summoned an inkwell with a phoenix feather quill sticking out of it. "Which is why I am offering you a promotion. I am asking you to accept the position of department head for the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes."
"Oh. Phew, you're not firing me." Was what she had to say immediately. There was a relaxed sort of smile on her face as she realised that, but as she replayed over his words and the paperwork he was holding... it faded into complete confusion.
A promotion? Here? Lack of promotions here was why she had left once upon a time before realising that she liked her job here more than a promotion. But here was one coming out of left field. Eliora didn't know how to take it. And boy did she look like a fish with her mouth opening and closing like it was.
"Where's Maddox going?" Where had he gone? Was this why he wasn't here? Had he been sacked and didn't want to see her? Was their friendship just over like that? Had his wife thrown her toys out of her pram?
She wasn't going to cry. She wasn't going to cry. Just because there were tears in her eyes didn't mean she was going to cry. But this was a big thing. This was not just a promotion, it was the promotion. She'd made it. To Eliora, just being offered the job was the be all and end all of things. Taking a wibbly wobbly deep breath, she sat up a little straighter and leaped across to hug the man in front of her. "Of course!!!" Maddox who?
Sorry inkwell. Sorry paperwork.
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