Why Does the Workweek Start on Monday?

"I know your family has been through a lot," Khaat said, "but I also know that your parents are strong people, so I have no doubt you've been brought up to deal with things and not run from them. But if you want to improve those skills, then you're in the right place." Khaat had had the benefit of training her entire lifetime under her father and her uncle. And she'd married an auror who specialized in training other aurors. "And, yes, I think starting today would be just fine. Oh, your deskmate there is Fred," she pointed to the fish. "Mrs. Lloyd left him behind. I presume he doesn't bother you? Just be aware, some of your co-workers like to hex him on a regular basis to make him different colors. It does aggravate Fred to no end. I think they enjoy seeing him all riled up."

(ooc: you might want to have her apply in the jobs enlistment thread as an intern so that she gets school credit too for her work--in the ministry jobs subforum. i'll accept her.)

Khaat watched the mini drama with Fred and smiled. "Well done," Khaat said, "I think you'll fit in here just fine. Alright. You can start sorting my mail and my messages and making yourself at home, and I'll take care of your application. Oh, and don't be surprised by the people who wander in and out of my office like they own the place. My father is notorius at it, and so is the Deputy Minister, my husband...well, you'll meet them all in time. No point in stopping some of them. They'll just ignore you anyway. They ignore me too. Mrs. Lloyd just learned to find the humor in it."

Khaat poured herself a cup of decent coffee and tossed out the paper cup of lousy coffee from the Atrium. "Don't buy coffee in the atrium. Its awful," she said. "But help yourself to the coffee--its french roast...Or the tea--its pumpkin spice. When we get Sparks rebuilt, I'll go back to bringing scones in, but this morning, we're without."

(OOC: no. there were personal assistant positions available which is close enough. i added you there. Technically, she's the personal assistant of the Chief Warlock.)

"LeBlanc?" Khaat asked. "Oh. Yes. I remember that matter. No, that's alright. Just give it to me. I think that one just is for the case file. I thought I had a meeting with my father at some point this morning, but for the life of me, I can't remember when it is. If you find it on my schedule, do let me know. And hopefully it will be marked as to whether I'm supposed to go to his office or whether he's coming here. If he comes here, I might well send home for a batch of scones from there."

"You go ahead and go to the canteen," Khaat smiled. "I'l make the coffee. And thanks for the tip about LeBlanc. All I know is what I've read in the documents in the file, but that doesn't tell me much about him. Oh, and tell them in the canteen to charge it to my account, and that its for a meeting with the Minister. They'll plate them for you. They usually use either a gold or glass charger for that when they know its for a formal meeting."

She made the coffee herself and doublechecked that there was a pot of tea waiting. She made more of the pumpkin spice tea and put the flowers that Jess had brought in a crystal vase and put them on the corner of Jess's desk to brighten up the room. She checked her watch, grateful that apparantly her father had been delayed and was going to be a few minutes late today.

Khaat was just finishing the coffee and the tea when Jess returned with a lovely tray of scones. When Jess mentioned dementors, Khaat laughed out loud. Jess was going to fit in just fine.

Khaat looked at the clock, "He'll be here any moment. He's not an ogre, but when he's working he does need things to be punctual. His schedule is just too tight otherwise. I'll go ahead and pour his tea. Would you like some while I'm pouring?" She poured herself a mug of french roast--strong and black, no cream or sugar to spoil it. For her father she poured a cup of meticulously brewed pumpkin spice tea for her father with a short bit of cream and a pinch of sugar.

Her father walked in, a bit vexed. "Why is everyone in the atrium running amuck and shouting about dementors?" he asked.

"I haven't the foggiest," Khaat said innocently. "But weren't you saying that you needed every staff member to be prepared at any given moment? Perhaps it was a good training exercise. Here. Your tea. Oh, I do have a new assistant. Jessica Macmillan, meet Minister Robert Lupin."

"Oh for pitys sake," Robert said. "Call me Robert. Welcome aboard, Jessica. Susan is your mother, right? I can see the family resemblance."