Outfit

Mondays were really the only day that Georgianne wasn't fond of coming into work. They always ran the best drink specials on Sunday nights, and last night had been the birthday of a good family friend. She'd had an open bar, so there was really no way that Georgianne could turn down the invitation. At the time she had not stopped to consider the fact she had to be at the ministry bright and early to work. And she couldn't call out without valid reason, and being hungover was not valid reason. (That was something Georgianne had learned very quickly after being hired about a year ago.) Valid reasons included actual illness, family emergencies, and the occasional mental health day if she could manage to get the psychiatrist to approve it.

Today was, at least, somewhat slow. She was leaned back in the chair, eyes closed, wishing that the potion she had taken for her headache would kick in. Georgianne opened one eye when she heard the familiar sound of shoes on tile, and then sat back up. It was important to look alert given her position. If someone thought she was sleeping on the job, she could get fired in a heart beat. Security precautions were not taken lightly at the Ministry of Magic, and for good reason. But Georgianne had been surprisingly good at her job after the first few months of having to learn the ropes and having to grow accustomed to a full time work schedule. She was very meticulous with her notes (most of the time) and didn't let people charm their way in. (Except for one or two good looking men, who, it turned out, were supposed to be allowed in anyway, so it didn't matter.)

So she picked up a quill and began to double check the check-in records against the current time, seeing how long those who hadn't signed back out had been lurking in the building. "Good morning," she greeted quietly as the figure got within earshot. "Do you need help with anything?" Georgianne still didn't look up, pretending to be entirely engrossed in the rather mundane task of record keeping.