(ooc: no, I don't expect a massively long post. I just missed writing, that's all. lol)
Robert was glad to be out of the catacombs that lay under Whitehall. He had been glad for the friendship of the muggle prime minister and the generous use of the catacombs under the muggle government offices, but Robert was also glad to have the Ministry reconstructed.
The Ministry offices looked, at least to all but those who needed to know otherwise, as if nothing had changed. As if it had been put back to its time honored state. Robert never played all his cards until he had to, though, especially when it came to security. He had good reason to do some "behind the scenes" redesigns that would hopefully keep unauthorized witches and wizards out of places they had no right to go. Or that was the hope, anyway.
God, he missed Millie as his secretary. Millie looked the part of a loveable dingbat, but she was deceptively sharp and understood the daily workings of the Minister's office with clockwork precision. The fact that his new secretary wasn't here now meant Robert was doing a bit of doubletime until the new staff fell into rhythm. Apparently she was either late this morning or lost in the corridors again. Ah, well. He was far from helpless. He could be his own secretary for a few minutes.
This morning he had been pleasantly surprised by an energetic little clerk from the mailroom who had wanted to be noticed. The young man had come upstairs, and while delivering the mail, he had also put on a pot of incredibly well made Earl Grey, and instead of depositing the fresh flowers on the secretary's desk, the young man had taken the time to put the flowers into the appropriate vases. The fireplaces in both the reception area and in his office had been lit to ward off the winter chill, and they'd already started to draw and warm the offices. Robert had not missed, either, that the lad apparently missed Millie too because there was a new turquoise colored betta on the secretary's desk.
"Your mail, Minister," the young man said, waiting for Robert when he had arrived that morning. He handed Robert a bundle of envelopes and assorted papers.
"You're early today, aren't you?" Robert smiled. "Well done. Are you the one I thank for putting on the tea?"
"Yes, Sir," he flashed a bright smile. "It is the fuel that gets things done, is it not?"
"Quite," Robert laughed. "Thank you. Oh, wait. Here. These are outgoing items." He handed the young man paperwork and envelopes that were bundled with a rubber band. "Mind taking them with you?"
"My pleasure," he said.
"You're the new lad, aren't you? Howard, isn't it? Lewis Howard."
"Yes, Sir," the boy beamed as if Robert had issued him a raise.
"Your ambition is noted--and much appreciated. Thank you," Robert said. The boy seemed to be a bit speechless and left quickly, smiling from ear to ear. Robert watched him leave, drew out a silver cigarette case from his jacket pocket and lit a cigarette. He didn't smoke often, but in the last year, he had returned a bit to his old habit. Turning to the credenza, he poured a cup of tea into one of the stoneware mugs, added just a spot of milk to it and one sugar.
Leaving the door open, he went through to his office, deposited the mail into his inbox, put the tea on the corner of the desk blotter, and exhaled a bit of smoke into the morning air, savoring the rich, smooth wine-like taste and aroma of these handmade cigarettes--a Christmas gift from Michael. These cigarettes smelled more like an elegant pipe tobacco, and that made it a bit harder for Robert to resist them. With a little luck, he'd get a puff or two off this one before today's unpleasantness, whatever it would be, reared its ugly head.