Why Does the Workweek Start on Monday?

She quickly sat down, tucking her skirt underneath her bottom. "I have no problems with working in a dramatised environment, my family has had a fair few drama-revolving situations, and I think I know how to handle them"

She looked at the sheet, and filled out the questions while, still talking, "Well, I can start today, I'm free, but I don't know what would suit you, Mrs Lupin, what do you think,"
Her hand gripping the quill and writing words into the application

"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.)

(OOC: Done)

She handed her the application, and responded, "I'm guessing you'd want me to stop people from doing that?" she said now pointing out the obvious. "Well, you can put a water blocker spell on it," she said pointing her wand at the water covering the fish, "Impervius" she said calmly, and for a second a clear shield appeared on the water face but disappeared. "Novo Brown" she said pointing at Fred, and the spell bounced off the water and back at Jess, "Protego," she screamed and the spell disintegrated.

"I haven't even been here for 20 minutes and the drama has already began " she said smiling at Khaat.

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."

(There are no intern positions available, just pretend?)

"Ok," she said, sitting down and quickly skimming through the letters, and hoping to be able to count them all, no luck. "You have a letter from a C. LeBlanc, Hogwarts, would you like me to read it out?" She quickly moved her head, and her hair messed up a tiny bit, she hoped it didn't seem inappropriate.

She breathed in heavily, and let out a quick sigh, "You seem nice Mrs. Lupin."

(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."

She handed the letter to her eagerly, 'He's a nasty trotter, that LeBlanc is, his family are pureblood maniacs, stay clear from them," she said, not in a you-couldn't-handle-them way, but a be-very-cautious way. She didn't mean any rudeness. "Sure," she said, looking at her schedule, quickly, while talking, "I can only see a few lines here, it says, meeting dad, 11:30, make coffee, ready for when he arrives. I'm guessing he's meeting you here," she said, and checking her watch. Her brain swore, but she kept calm. "It's 11:25 he'll be here in five minutes," she said, "I'll go to the canteen, and get some scones, or would you like me to make coffee?"

Meeting dad, 11:30, make coffee, ready for when he arrives.

"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.

"Sure, Mrs. Lupin." She said, and sprinted off.

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She arrived at the canteen, and there was a full line, 'wasn't this great, she couldn't even get coffee,' she racked her brain and carefully drew her wand, not to draw any suspicion, this was a very risky move, "Expecto Patronum," she screamed, and a shiny otter, streamed out, she then yelled "dementors," and while everyone was distracted, she quickly cut to the front, "A tray of scones," she said, they were quickly delivered in a nice tray, with apricot, raspberry, strawberry and blueberry jam, with a side of warm whipped cream. As people were still shocked she quickly said, "False alarm," and received many glares from people, "Sorry" she whispered, before running towards the office.

She opened the door, and placed them on the table, and smiled at Khaat, "If anyone says anything about dementors, just ignore them, it's a load of bollocks." She said grinning.

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."