Quiet Day at Work
It was a quiet day at work when CJ as always when she found herself with not a lot of work to complete at work. Gazing over at Toby’s office she found herself briefly wondering what might have happened lately to make the man even more stressed. She did think that the man may have recently lost a pet or something. She did think it was worth her while making a few discreet inquiries with the man’s secretary Jessica. If anyone knew what was going on with the incredibly stressed man, it was likely that the man, then his secretary would know what was going on. CJ privately thought that if anyone knew what was going on with the man, then it was bound to be man’s secretary (who she thought Toby had possibly become a little overdependent on Jessica).
CJ was sat at her desk peering over at the door to the small staff room that both Toby and Sam had both disappeared through into. She was silently wondering to herself what the two men had been intently discussing. The only reason she knew the two men had been discussing something was that she had walked slowly past the staff room when she arrived at the office.
Taking another gulp of her hot coffee and gasping when she accidentally inhaled a large portion of her drink when Nick gestured her over to the office. Holding up one finger, to forestall Nick’s growing irritation with her, she did wonder if it was by accident or design that the two men had sectaries who were completely unlike them in every way imaginable. She steadied out her breathing, before pushing back from her desk, when she had unfolded to her great height, she made her way over to the staff room, her coffee mug still in hand.
Smiling, at the man, she pushed open the door and stepped through the door. She stood for a second, soaking up the sudden ratcheted tension in the small room.
“Can I help you gents?” CJ asked, only able to guess at what situation she had just walked into.
“Yeah, it’s that issue from a few days ago, we’re still trying to agree how we should handle the issue,” Toby stretched out, running a hand through his shortened hair.
“We can’t agree on whether or not we should Ms Bartlett about the issue, what do you think we should do CJ?” Sam asked, his shirt sleeves already rolled up to just past his elbows.
“We should probably let her know, in case she decides to grace us with an unexpected visit, at least get our ducks in a row. Do we know what kind of protection there exists for magical children at present?” CJ offered, looking between the two stressed men.
“At the moment there isn’t anything. If you have magical heritage, then yes the Ministry takes an incredibly dim view of anyone mistreating you. But if you don’t have a magical heritage, then it could be very difficult to get their interest in anything real.” Sam offered, waving his hands in the air.
“Alright, and what about the overzealous families who try to push magic out of their children?” CJ questioned, simply wanting to get to the bottom of things.
“At the moment, no but we should try and get something through on that, for now, it’s simply swept under the carpet under the umbrella boogeyman of a Squib on the family tree. Ms Bartlett will probably ask us about that, but I don’t see her coming in for a while.” Sam reasoned before the trio were interrupted by a knock at the door.
“Excuse me, but Ms Bartlett is on her way in, just thought I’d let you guys know.” Jessica had her head stuck in the office as she made her small announcement about who was about to show up.