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Things felt rather stagnant. The conversation was technically moving forward but it felt slower than a snail's pace. Mim liked that Dora was pureblooded, one of the sacred 28 to boot, but she didn't seem at all qualified for the position. Mim was going to put her down as a 'do not call back' but things took a turn and she seemed to become a little more engaging and possibly a little less nervous. Mim chuckled at her comment, "Yes, they seem to take their job title rather literally." Unspeakables' seemed to think that they were not required to explain anything to anyone. "It's quite a simple job, to be honest. It does require a few skills but nothing you won't already be familiar with. Mostly you'll be answering visitors' enquiries and directing people to the appropriate floors. Sorting out mail, sending it off to the appropriate offices and such. You will be the first port of call for visitors' so it is imperative that you dress appropriately for your position." That was enough for now, Mim didn't want to overwhelm her with talk of foreign dignities and possibly being called away to other floors should she be needed. It wasn't set in stone that Miss Parkinson would get the position, but seeing she had direct family at the Ministry and Mim knew Jovian to be a death eater, then she felt fairly confident that Dora's values would align with that of a new ministry. "Do you think those are the sorts of tasks you'd be able to handle?"

Tag: Euphadora Rose Parkinson
Notes: Go Dora!! <3
Outfit: Totes Profesh.

Mim wasn't really friends with many people. She was too busy to cultivate friendships outside of work, really, but Dorian was one of the few people at work that weren't a total pain in the arse when she had to deal with him. He didn't demand things of her like a lot of other people and he would always take the time to stop for a brief conversation, provided there wasn't an urgent matter at hand. Still, it was strange to her that she received an invite to his surprise birthday party, but she wasn't going to turn it down, she needed a bigger life outside of the Ministry and serving her master, even if it was just to look like a normal person, besides, Humbert was pureblood, the Lestranges were also Purebloods and who knew, perhaps they had secret plans to bring Mr Goody-Two-Shoes over to the side of power. As Mim hushed with the crowd, she made sure that she wasn't at the front but more gathered near the back so that once surprised, Dorian could see his actual friends that he socialised with outside of work.

Tag: Everyone <3
Notes: <3
Outfit: Surprise!

Pieces of parchment fluttered around everywhere in the Ministry. They zoomed over head as letters between departments had to get there somehow, and they may as well use magic rather than employ a lad to run around all over the place delivering letters. They weren't muggles, after all, so it was best to use their gifts. One such letter zoomed from the atrium to the elevator and zipped through the halls once it was off the lift. Mim looked up to see the parchment aeroplane zip into the make-shift office that she had. It was usually a storage room but Mim needed somewhere to conduct interviews. Florentine was manning the atrium at the moment but as soon as her job could be filled, she'd be gone from the Ministry. See, Florentine, the beautifully tanned maid from somewhere in the countryside, was a muggleborn. Her mother was a muggle, her father was a muggle, and under new Ministry guidelines she was going to be taken to Azkaban ... or killed. But not before Mim could find someone to take her place. These plans had been in the works for a few months, but it wasn't until everything d been announced that they were able to start replacing people. A few muggleborns were smarter than they looked and jumped ship as soon as they realised what was happening, but they'd be caught soon enough, in the meantime, Mim opened the parchment that told her her 10:15 was on the way up. Mim looked at her watch. She appreciated good punctuality and arriving early was certainly going to afford Miss Parkinson a few points. Mim took a moment to look over the information she had on Miss Parkinson. Single mother. Father deceased after some issues with investors. Brother deceased also. That was sad. Her family line could become extinct and if that was allowed to happen, then that would be a terrible, terrible blow for the Pureblooded community. Miss Parkinson was of the Parkinson Sacred 28 line and, as such, in Mim's eyes, that gave her another point above the rest of the competition.

Closing the file after finishing her scan of it, Mim placed it to the left of the pine desk. She had personal information on all of the candidates applying for the job and it didn't necessarily all come from within the Ministry. Mim wasn't just in charge of finding a replacement for her colleague and then training the replacement up, but she was also in charge of finding out information for various people applying for jobs withing the Ministry and as such, she needed to strengthen the Ministry from within, one employee at a time. Mim may just have been an atrium attendant, but her role from the perspective of the Death Eaters stretched far beyond just a lowly receptionist. She was Lord Voldemort's right handed woman. She reported back to him everything about what was occurring at the ministry, making sure that Dolohov was falling in line day in and day out. The second he put a toe out of line she would inform the Dark Lord and Dolohov would be called to answer before his master. So long as Wilbur Dolohov kept the ministry running in the direction of purity, Mim wouldn't have a problem with him, and neither would the Dark Lord. "Miss Parkinson?" Mim had left her desk and stepped out of the near empty room. It only held a desk, a chair for her some stationary and a chair for her interviewee. The walls were bare but at least the clutter had all been removed. "I'm Mimette Winters, I'm the one that will be interviewing you today." She said, offering her hand in a more formal greeting, "Shall we get started?" She asked, stepping aside and allowing space for Dora to walk in and take a seat. "Morning, Mimi." Jake Bulstrode said as he went past, with a wink. Had she not been with someone Mim would have rolled her eyes and given a derogatory scoff. "Hello, Jacob." She said, hoping he'd bugger off and not stare - never mind. Hopes were gone as he checked out Miss Parkinson from head to toe before giving her a nod and carrying on his way. Twit.

Tag: Euphadora Rose Parkinson
Notes: Go Dora!! <3
Outfit: Totes Profesh.

With building anticipation Mimette stepped forward, offering her wrist to the Dark Lord across his desk. Her eyes pleaded for more eye contact as she watched him summon the follower he wished to have words with. There was a build up of anticipation for such a short-lived moment. He drew it out, holding her wrist just a second longer than was necessary but Mimette lapped it up. She enjoyed every nano-second of his attention but it was time to get down to business. It was time for that tart Turtlap to get what was coming to her. Mimette was pleased that another woman was going to be brought down in the ranks of the Dark Lord. She didn't want to risk another Bellatrix rising. The Black girl had gotten out of line. Thankfully she'd made sure she got what was coming for her, however that did end up introducing another female into the ranks, someone Mimi had not expected. Miss Meadowes came from blood traitor stock, she killed a Death Eater and yet Roddy Lestrange vouched for her. Mimi was curious for the Dark Lords thoughts on the matter but he would reveal to her in good time just what his thoughts were on the witch.

Mimi bent her head in acknowledgement of the Dark Lord's words and followed him out of the antechamber, placing her mask on, basking in his magnificence. She made her way to the dais, taking her place next to the Dark Lord, standing just to the side of him. The light illuminated his beautiful features while she herself stood a little behind, masked by the shadows, awaiting their visitor and her final appearance in their presence. Ohhh tonight was going to be spectacular.

Tag: Lord Voldemort
Words: 292
Notes: <3
Outfit: My love Lord <3

Mimi was at the bar, drinking away while she looked through the book, bobbing along to Katya's singing. Katya's singing wasn't half bad. Most of the people that came through the Karaoke bar were awful really, but it was fun to let your inner performer out so people only ever encouraged one another. Mimi's inner performer preferred the stage of the world, her work being plastered all over the front of newspapers, highlighting the terror she caused, but karaoke was a second best and would certainly do for this evening. Mimi needed to spend more time socialising with her friends too, she had to appear as if everything in her everyday life was going on as normal. She needed to be able to share her boring life experiences with her work colleagues, chat over the water cooler about what had happened over the weekend or what she'd been up to. She didn't really work with anyone closely but she met a lot of different people from a lot of different departments and usually took her breaks at the same time as a few other staff that she'd gotten to know relatively well over the many years she'd been at the ministry.

Katya's song came to an end and Mimi cheered loudly, clapping and hollering her approval at her friend's effort on the stage. Mimi watched the small framed witch squeeze easily through the crowd and make her way to the bar where she placed an order for another drink. You could not be without a drink in this place, it was practically the standard! "Hello, Katya!" She chuckled, the witch having called her name through the bar. It was good to see her for she was always a very kind and welcoming person, Mimi thought, someone she would have gotten along with very well had they attended Hogwarts together. "It's been so long, I couldn't say no!" She giggled a little and looked down to the book with a shrug and picked up her glass, "I'm not sure yet, feeling a little nervous, this is quite the crowd." She said, looking out at everyone that was there on a Friday night, "Fancy a duet?" She asked. Mimi took a sip of her beer and then placed the glass down on the table, turning to the back of the book where the duets were listed. She very much doubted Katya would say 'no' to more stage time.

Tag: Katya Karkaroff
Words: 406
Notes: <3
Outfit: Drinks and Tunes time! Plus her cloak!

Friday nights were usually the ones where the youth would go out and enjoy their free time. With the work week over they could let loose and have fun. Mimette was amongst those that had a nine to five job, Monday to Friday, but her other job, her most important one, meant that she was on call all day every day and every hour of the night. This evening Mimi had spent her time with the Dark Lord, he spoke and she listened, she weighed in with a little advice, a little perspective every now and then when he believed her input could be of use but it wasn't often. The Dark Lord was an intelligent man and it was almost as if he could foresee everything ahead of time. Mimi's position at the Ministry of Magic was one of use and she was able to exploit said position once more in favour of supplying the Dark Lord with critical information. Outside of that, once her master had dismissed her, she had no plans. The Dark Lord had not requested her company outside of business and so she thought of Katya and her informal invite to Karaoke tonight. It was a good idea to keep up with the people she would consider friends in her nine to five day life.

Entering the Karaoke bar Mimi could hear the familiar tones of Katya singing down the mic. Her accent wasn't nearly as obvious when she was singing but it was still most certainly there. Mimi made her way to the bar and ordered herself a drink, bouncing along to Katya's rendition of the catchy KISS number. It was perfect for Karaoke and for Katya. It was a most suitable song for the evening and Mimi was looking forward to getting up on the stage alongside Katya and singing her heart out, "And a book, please." She smiled kindly at the bar tender that brought her drink on over, a very big glass that was certainly not the standard serving in most pubs but Mimi wasn't going to complain about getting more grog for her galleon. The bartender pulled out a book from under the counter, one of many floating around the place, and as Katya sung her song, Mimi sipped took a few mouthfuls of her beer and scanned the pages of the book one by one, trying to decide what song she was up for to kick off her evening.

Tag: Lord Voldemort
Words: 410
Notes: <3
Outfit: Drinks and Tunes time! Plus her cloak!