Spirit Specialist Check-In

Zoe had set up the conference times for the Spirit Specialists carefully. She knew there were times when they would be busy at work, because spirits had very peculiar time schedules it seemed. So she made sure to make it at a time that didn't bother them. Zoe came in with her normal stack of folders, her secretary in tow with her coffee and the agenda, the folders that Zoe had in her arms and floating behind her, flew to each separate spot, a large stack of papers, that made it obvious that the ministry was not eco-friendly in anyway, they did all of their work on paper, and filed it in papers, and used a lot more paper and threw it away more often then they planted a tree.

Zoe stood by her chair and looked around the conference room, making sure everything was perfect, her coffee sat by her chair and she sipped it carefully before waving her hand at her secretary and sitting down. The secretary marched out and started to round up the people who had been asked to be there at that time for a conference with Zoe. Zoe knew these were the people Jack had been keeping a close eye on. She had gotten the memo as well and knew that Jack was keeping an eye on them. Zoe hadn't specifically stated she wanted Jack to be at the meetings, but it was up to Jack and her schedule to see how that worked out for her. Zoe sat sipping her coffee as she waited for the people she had called in to start filing into the conference room.

Jack had been very cool during her building career, rarely letting herself ever look frazzled or anxious in any situation. But if there was one place that might slip, it would be during these meetings. These meetings that floated dangerously close to the tpic of Vito. So far, the only information that had come to her desk was regarding the past. Vito had not been doing too much. She knew so because she would have felt it, she was sure.

It had helped compile her list. Her list of all of what she called "The Vito Casualties." All of those Vito had murdered, and any and all information about those who had survived them. She was now going about the greuling job of tracking them down and finding ways to make up for their lost family member... And she had to be at these meetings to make sure the list did not grow...

She came in, sipping from her Firewhiskey-full thermos and grimacing a smile over at Zoe. She shifted the thermos into her other hand, which had pinned her own files to her side, and she picked up a stack of files on her way. Typically, she just sat back and stole stray papers from whoever was nearby, but she did not want to miss out on anything here. She sat at the opposite end of Zoe and began scanning the files for the name she was destined to watch out for.

Ne'Os in the guise of Cody walked into the conference room. He had no real idea of what to expect as since the time he had received the job he hadn't worked hard at it. He was rather busy doing other more death eaterish like things. Although if asked one thing he would present today was his true self. Ever since Grindelwald had become the minister Ne'Os had experienced something he had never had, freedom. For once in his life he was not on the run because of the ministry or stuck indoor due to schooling or simple because of his prior disabilities. He reached into his cloak and took out a flask he studied it debating if he should take the potion inside. Deciding, he placed it back into his cloak this would definitely be a interesting meeting though he had no idea how interesting it could be.


Deciding to move out of the way of the door and found his chair. He gave Jack a nod and smiled at Zoe saying "Ma'am." He mentally went through what work he had done during his time here. He had helped a poor soul come to terms with his afterlife. Ne'Os found it odd he was somewhat like the grim reaper in some respects though he was lacking the scythe and cloak...though he hid back a smile remembering the robes he had owned a lifetime ago. He also noted that he had a large pile of notes back on his desk on what a spirit goes through upon death and cursed himself for not bringing them.



((eaterish- its a new word useful no?))