After the loss of her secretary last week Bellatrix found her week flooded with the task of interviewing and recruitment. Like many of the political aspects of her position it frustrated her immensely. She certainly did not appreciate having her day flooded with idealistic youths who were completely useless to her. Leaning back on her chair she ran her fingers down her agenda and settled on the name 'Odette Travers'. At least she was from a pureblood family, hopefully it meant she was accomplished enough for the role.
Finding little else to do she rose from her seat and walked across the room to the door. No doubt the assistant she had borrowed from one of the other departments would have a pile of useless paper work for her to get door. Opening the door she was about to move to the desk, but she halted when she saw a girl sitting there. Early was never a bad thing.
"Odette Travers I presume,” she said calmly looking down at the girl.