Morning chilli hot chocolate [ Open]

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It was still cold at the Ministry this morning. The recent weather hasn't helped with the situation and most of the heaters used at the Ministry were being repaired. Located in the corner was the Ministry cafe where of course, Giovanni was having his favorite chilli hot chocolate. Unlike many normal people, Giovanni enjoyed the nice chilli taste of chilli hot chocolate. It felt smooth as it passed down his throat.  " Ahh, that hits the spot. " He said as he felt the warmth running through and all over his body. Giovanni was the current Senior Auror & head of Improper use of Magic so this was pretty much the only time he could enjoy a sweet drink like this.

He sipped away as he read about the current articles in the Daily Prophet.  It was close to starting time for him. Slowly he leaned back as he finished off his drink and watched at the members of the Ministry slowly made their way into the Ministry all looking lifeless as ever. It was a shame to see these people so unmotivated to work. I suppose the recent pay cuts to all the staff didn't exactly help boost the morale. More and more people were starting to dislike how the Ministry was running. Rumors of all sorts were starting to spread around and it was only a matter of time before something or someone would blow and start something that could potentially lead into something more dangerous and crazy.  Time could only tell.

[ARVARIS TYREL]

Let's be honest, Arvaris had never been late for anything in his life...

But he was late for being early, and at the risk of being on time for once and, of course, seeming entirely unprofessional, the man had to get his butt into gear if he wanted to make it to the Ministry anytime soon.

Now, Arvaris wasn't exactly the most magically-talented wizard there was, but he had worked especially hard in his youth to get his apparating license, and that would certainly pay off today. He fixed himself a cup of coffee as quickly as he could, and soon, he disappeared with an earsplitting pop from his house, and appeared inside the Ministry with another.

"Merlin's beard!" someone shouted as he appeared, and then Arvaris was bumped harshly before falling to the ground, spilling his coffee all over himself and the person that ran into him. Arvaris muttered a swear under his breath, taking out his wand a uttering a quick spell to clean himself up. "Was that my fault?
 he asked boldly, knowing full and well that he would have been better up apparating into his office. But he loved to see the other workers. Though few of them admired their jobs like he did, it was still a wonderful part of his day to witness all the individuals that made the wizarding world go round.

He stood up, but he couldn't be too apologetic. After all, he was nearly everyone's boss now, and he couldn't be a pushover anymore. That may prove easier said than done.

He straightened out his tie and smiled, looking around briefly to see everyone staring at him. He wore a scowl.  "Accidents happen, people. Best that you get along with your days," he said in an attempt to sound stern, though he wasn't entirely sure if that was working out for him. He was a new boss, after all, and people always hated those.

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It was so peaceful this morning. The silent sounds of people walking towards the Ministry was the only thing that echoed within the walls  of the Ministry today. He continued to read when he had jumped slightly from a loud voice that appeared out of the large marching crowd. He raised one eye brow as he took a glimpse of what was happening. A man on the floor, the coffee aroma and angry faces were all that was seen as he looked toward the area. Guess this is my Que to get up and getting going on with today then. He thought as he took one final sip and began making his way over to the large crowd.

" Move on, move on then!" Giovanni said as he made his way to the center of the crowd. To his surprise was the sight of  Avaris. He smirked as he made his way closer towards the young man." Your job is to report to the Mistress of Magic not to the floor buddy. " Giovanni stated as he laughed. " We should get going in." He waved his hand as a gesture to allow the yong Avaris priority. " The job cuts have been affecting my staff too, they're losing morale. " He stated as they began to walk awaiting their reply. He nodded every now and then at the people that were around him as a kind gesture.

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“One grande bloodlatte, please,” came a polite, well-bred voice from the receiving end of the cafe countertop. It belonged to a systematically tidy-looking man dressed to the nines in-vogue, long legs and broad shoulders like an advert seen on the streets of london had come sprawling into life, emaciated and trendy with gauntly haunting- yet handsome features and strange eyes. Amadeus looked professional, as always, being a firm believer that appearances were crucial. As the witch barista behind the counter squirmed uncomfortably beneath his hollowed gaze she got to work making what was undoubtedly, by the look on her face, her least favorite item on the all-inclusive, ever-changing menu to which the small cafe serviced.

 One would think that the mornings in The Ministry would be much more energetic than the scene which played out of Amadeus. Garish sweeping robes and destitute faces of both witches and wizards who could hardly suffer to drag their own feet in their wake. Suddenly, there was a clamoring of bodies, a disruption to the disquieted sea of witches and wizards doing their daily routines. When Amadeus’s eyes met the source of distress an amused glimmer crossed sallow pallid features. His Superior, however inept at garnering any kind of respect or true authority, but his Superior nonetheless. He turned back to the counter to retrieve his beverage he noted several dots of blood on the barista’s thoroughly miffed features(which was too bad because she was quite pretty) as she presented him with his cup. Reaching over the counter he thumbed one of the splatters from her temple and dabbed it to his tongue.

 “Bovine blood. It’s never quite the same as the real thing. Cheers, dear,” he offered a toothy grin as he paid and tipped generously, turned on his heels, drink clasped firmly by his breast, and approached his fellow coworkers with the same eerily cheerful smile intact.

“Morning gentlemen. Arvaris, lovely entrance, I applaud your theatrics. I daresay The Globe and The Mistress herself would be impressed,” he teased in good nature of course, taking a sip from his drink, letting the ruefully bitter flavor roll around on his tongue. The blood was much unlike that of any human or magical person, lacking the syrupy candied pungency that Amadeus was so fond of. Dark eyes dart to the other man and nodded his head politely in greeting, though he did not know his name.

"I don't think we've met. Amadeus Koenig, Junior Undersecretary, but I've been with The Ministry for quite awhile now."

[ARVARIS TYREL]

Arvaris gently shook his cup of coffee, getting a feel for how much was left before taking a much-needed sip. Before he had even fully swallowed, he was nearly face-to-face with an employee he had, quite honestly, forgotten the name of. Arvaris, before obtaining the position of Senior Undersecretary, was the big name in the Department of Magical transportation, so he didn't get acquainted with many people who were in departments that didn't correspond with his. This graying man who had approached him was someone he knew to be in the Misuse of Magic office, and the senior auror, but his name just could not find its way onto Arvaris' tongue. 

He shooed away the crowd that Arvaris did not know had gathered before commencing what Arvaris thought to be brown-nosing.  

"Your job is to report to the Mistress of Magic not to the floor buddy,"
the man teased, but Arvaris didn't have a very good sense of humor. In fact, there was a rumor going around when he was in school that he was actually incapable of laughing. "I'm well aware of my duties," Arvaris replied so matter-of-factly that is was almost cold. 

"We should get going in," the man suggested, gesturing for Arvaris to go first, and he did, stepping off in the direction the man gestured toward.

"The job cuts have been affecting my staff too, they're losing morale,"
he said, making small talk, but Arvaris was confused. "And what exactly does me spilling coffee on myself have to do with worker morale?" Arvaris inquired, feeling a rant building up inside of him. "If your staff is losing morale because people are losing their jobs, perhaps we should fire them and rehire those who would now be more grateful," the Ravenclaw alumnus said harshly. The Ministry, in his mind, was a perfectly well-oiled machine, and he hated when parts of that machine refused to do their part.

“Morning gentlemen. Arvaris, lovely entrance, I applaud your theatrics. I daresay The Globe and The Mistress herself would be impressed,”


Arvaris recognized the voice in an instant. Amadeus was the Junior Undersecretary, and he was creepy as hell. Arvaris could hardly even look at him without getting the shivers, so he didn't. "Morning, Amadeus," Arvaris muttered reluctantly. While he may not have liked Amadeus very much, he knew that professionalism was an asset in the workplace. The creepy Junior Undersecretary turned the the auror and introduced himself, and Arvaris waited with bated breath for him to finish. "Lovely. Now that we're all friends, let's get to our offices and do our jobs."

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Confusion hit Giovanni as he helped the man up back to his feet.  The aroma of coffee still drifted through the air as it passed through his nostrils.  Although what he said was meant as a joke, it was obvious the other man had no sense of humor or if anything, that of a rock. Unsure of how to react, Giovanni just gave an awkward smile and nodded softly. Things went from awkward to even more awkward. It almost felt like he was being snapped at for everything he said. Lucky enough, Giovanni was a patience man and was able to take all the snaps, he was after all a senior auror and the head of a department. " My dear colleague." Giovanni stated as he stopped for a second away from the flow of staff members walking into the Ministry.  " You seem to have taken what i said in the wrong context. I meant the conversation as small talk as we rarely get a chance to speak to each other. " He replied as he noticed another man approaching.

Instantly Giovanni smiled and shook hands with the other male.  Junior Undersecretary.. He thought over as the man restated his title in the Ministry though everybody knew who he was. He was the one in charge of all our pay cuts. The reason his staff and Avaris's staff were losing motivation to work. Giovanni continued to shake the man's hand with an awkward smile on his face. " I've heard of you of course." He said before whispering a few words underneath his breath. " Giovanni Narvel. " he stated as he let go of the man's hand." Senior Aurpr and head of Improper use of Magic.." He replied as he noticed what Avaris had just stated. " It was a pleasure meeting you though I do agree that we should be getting to work now. Avaris if you would please?" He requested as he kindly gestured towards the lifts.

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By now, Amadeus had become accustomed to Arvaris’s- as well as the other Ministry members- complacency, though it did not make the billet all the more consummated, however there were some who diverged this attitude. In fact, admittedly, there were many a day where Amadeus felt as if he were aid in a nursing home of sorts, forced to use the most placid of artistry to coax the most rigid of veterans through their routine- eat, shit, and take your pills. Smile and bare it or go the way of the grizzled elderly before you. Despite being one of the oldest staff in operation, he feared not the evolution of commerce, as many did- as he eyed Mr. Narvel with a firm shake of his own cold dead hand and assumed this was his quandary. Carefully he eyed his graying hair and dredged wrinkles. His disquieted gaze then shifted towards Giovanni’s own steely blues, whose, unlike Arvaris’s, did not recoil at his pertinent yet authoritative scrutiny. Surely, he hadn’t long now. Perhaps a decade until retirement, give or take a few years- likely give. This one had some fight in him still. He broke the handshake but retained the gaze.

”Oh, no, the pleasure is mine,” he replies appropriately, stressing the sincerity in his voice, which still somehow comes out sounding just as cold as the rest of his anatomy. His attention also turned towards Arvaris, eager to undoubtedly vanish beneath the pile of mounting papers on his desk.

”My, gentlemen, you all rush around like you’re about to meet your demise at any moment,” he said half-jokingly despite it being immentently true. Morbid as the quip was he somehow assumed Arvaris would fail to see the humor in it. Perhaps even Mr. Narvel would share his sentiments- mortals rarely understood that the weight of death quickly vanished when one was… well, already dead. He turned his gaze towards the (physically) older man as to gauge his reaction to his dark witticisms, also waiting for Arvaris to enter the lift.