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Post by Kianthra Elody Lestrange on Jul 30, 2012 23:22:34 GMT
Working at the Ministry was definitely a stressful but rewarding job. There was always something going on that needed attention, someone slipping up, an act of underage wizardry, exploding rubber ducks, that sort of thing. Kianthra Lestrange was among the many wizards and witches that headed to the Ministry of Magic every morning. Each morning she stepped out of the fire place and joined the mass of people walking towards the Atrium, before pealing off to reach their various departments. It was at the elevators that the majority of paths changed away from hers.
Her route took her to level nine, the Department of Mysteries. She made her way through the corridors, past the planets and the veil room before she arrived at her office: the thought room. She had always been fascinated by the mind and the way in which it worked. The prospect of studying thoughts and thought processes was irresistible. She had used her knowledge of legilimency to improve past methods and had also developed her own skills using what she discovered.
The Thought Room changed colour throughout the day, depending upon it's mood. Yes the room had moods, as Kia had swiftly found out on her first day when it had been in the middle of a violent temper tantrum. Unlike the rest of the Ministry, the Department of Mysteries has deadly silent. The corridors carried every tiny sound, a door being closed gently sounded like a door being slammed. The only time she ever saw the other Unspeakables was at staff meetings and lunch breaks.
At this moment Kianthra was sitting at her desk, writing up a report on the psychology of one of the test subjects. As one of the newest employees, she had originally been given the smallest office. Unsatisfied with this, she had spoken with the boss for a short while. Soon she found herself in a larger office, with a beautiful white marble desk. To say that it had been pure dumb luck would be a bit naive, a little bit of persuasion had been needed, but it was definitely worth it.
She sat back in her chair and stared up at the ceiling, which today, was jet black with tiny twinkling stars, in fact, the whole room looked like it was in the middle of space. Her eye was on the clock, just two short minutes until her lunch break. She was planning to go and sit in the Atrium and do some people watching. Her hair was tied back in a messy ponytail, her papers all over the desk and her stationary perfectly organised by colour, size and use, in the stationary pots. She dipped her quill into the ink well and signed off the report.
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Post by Finn Josiah Avery on Jul 31, 2012 2:51:44 GMT
finn honestly didn't mind working at the ministry. there was always something interesting going on, and the power complex it gave him was just too rewarding to pass up. after all, he had people coming to him day in and day out asking for things. those he liked he could shower good graces onto. and those that were too much of goody-goodies for his taste, well, he could make their lives living hells.
that is, if what he did all day could even be called work. being an undercover death eater in a higher up position at the ministry was quite possibly the easiest thing finn had ever done. he'd spent the past seven years at hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. and this job? yeah, it was easier than sitting around in school all day getting other kids to do his homework and cheating off other people on exams. finn was practically backstroking it.
and that was probably why he found himself to be bored out of his skull most days. he had the minister under one of the heaviest imperius curses known to man, so he was pretty much set there. the senior undersecretary had been duped into doing whatever finn wanted as well. so there was little to no resistance from the ministry. pity; finn had been hoping for a real fight, something to get his blood pumping. the truth was, infiltrating the ministry and ensuring death eater interests there had been suprisingly easy. like taking candy from a baby.
without a single thing to do most days - after all, the minister needed little advising when he was under your thumb - the only interesting part of his days was when he had the time to pop down and see kianthra on level nine. the department of mysteries had always creeped him out, and he wasn't sure what the hell she did down there in her office all day long, but he was willing to traverse all nine levels to go and see her.
after all, he pretty much just sat in his office all day, trying to find something to fill his time. he'd had quite a lot of fun for a few weeks, picking off all the secretary staff for the minister in slow, painful ways. however, he knew once the place was restaffed that someone would get suspicious if most of the secretaries disappeared again. so he reigned himself in. he had an illustrious affar with a brunette from magical law enforcement, but arranged for her to meet a terrible demise after he realized that kia wouldn't be too happy when he found out.
really, he was desperately bored with his job. and kia was the only ray of sunshine in his day. he was actually quite excited for lunch break, and when it arrived, he popped down to see her. he let himself into her office, hoping to suprise her. as he stepped through the door, her could see her blonde head bent over paperwork, writing feverishly. he grinned, leaning against the wall and just watching her for a moment. "you seem to be concentrating awfully hard, lestrange. any way i can pull you away for just a moment?"
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Post by Kianthra Elody Lestrange on Aug 3, 2012 21:45:34 GMT
Kianthra's favourite days allowed her to spend time in one of the small side chambers. Chamber B.Alpha contained nothing besides a small, pulsing ball of golden light. If you shut the door, everything went pitch black besides the light. The light was actually a thought. One could pick it up and hold it in their hands and listen to it. Kia liked to sit cross legged on the floor, watching the ball hover just a couple of feet away from her. Sometimes she talked to the thought, a very strange thing to do, but it worked. It could respond, be it in a range of flashes or dimming to indicate its answers. She used it to practise legilimency when she could catch a spare moment. But today wasn't one of those days.
Her past few days had been filled with finishing her study of "Miss Jones" and writing up her report to accompany her findings. This wasn't the most thrilling of tasks, not compared to what she usually got up to, but it was work, it was a job. She was lucky to have one in the current climate. The bizarre case of always splinching and the client's fear of using any other form of transport had been an amusing one at first, but now it was beginning to drag, as she began to hear things she had already heard.
Kia paused just as her pen touched the paper, deciding to read over the last few paragraphs before signing the report off. The last thing she wanted was to hand in a report with any spelling mistakes or grammatical errors. As she read, she talked out loud to herself, adding in the odd sentence where she felt it was needed. "Miss Jones has never taken any psychotropic medication and neither has she undergone any psychological therapy prior to the splinching episodes..." Kia smiled to herself, writing in a final sentence when she heard his voice.
She looked up from her report and smiled. "Well unfortunately these reports don't write themselves, but I suppose I could spare a moment or two for you Mister Avery."
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