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Entry tags: | character: padma patil, character: theodore nott |
RP: Padma and Theo
Who: Padma Patil and Theo Nott
When: Monday, 25 April, 2038 - Late Morning
Where: Department of Mysteries office
What: Padma briefs Theo on department directives.
Need to make arrangements to get unspelled journals for research.
Padma's thoughts were focused on what would be needed to get her department up and running as soon as she got back to the office after the Department Heads meeting. And wouldn't that just burn those old men who'd had no qualms holding her back in her apprenticeship because she was a woman? Padma was honest enough with herself to admit to a sort of petty satisfaction at being handed the job. Peter had been very sweet about it, although she suspected some of that might have been his own sense of low self worth. She'd have to keep an eye things and make sure the talent she suspected was there didn't get lost.
But, for the morning, she was thinking of supplies and staffing, while she waited for Theo to arrive for their appointment.
She was inordinately pleased that he had sought her out about transferring. Though still only a journeyman, like herself, Theo had worked in the Time room and she was certain they would need that expertise the further they delved into the magic the castle was using to bring them back, not just the Death magic she herself had specialised in.
And for some reason that reminded her that she'd need to look into casting protection spells and spells against eavesdropping on the room they were using as an office. While they weren't to the point where oaths would be required -- despite her belief the ones she and Theo had taken before still held -- she did not think they wanted just anyone to poke around in some of the magics they were going to be exploring.
When the charm she'd set on the door to alert her of Theo's arrival chimed, she smiled from where she sat -- in a chair this time, parchment of organizational notes spread in front of her on the table -- and flicked the door open with another spell. "Good morning! Come in. How are you?"