Azize had already paid a visit to the fourth floor, but he was going to make the rounds on the floor again, this time for the sake of the Head of the Beast Division--hey, guys could give guys Valentines.

He was hauling an armload of flowers, wrapped with a large red ribbon sash, into a giggling lift of female ministry workers. Azize beamed at them all as they each were given a handful of gladiola and irises, "Fourth floor, please," he beamed as the doors closed, and then he raised another finger, "Shhh," which just made the fits of giggles settle into a bursts of laughter and streams of snickers.

The women inspected the ribbon which read, "To Griffon Manley," and then peered on the underside of the ribbon which further red, "Hope you have time to chill out with your new buddy. From your favorite Tanzanian." The girls continued to laugh as the large person in the elevator shot them a very content smile through the white and purple bouquets, which just broke them. The laughing from the lift could probably be heard as it strolled onto the fourth floor, all the way up until it landed with a playful ding!


Then he exited in a flurry of petals.























The animated flowery ensemble of a yeti charged through the 4th floor and into the Beast Division, growling and frightening  male workers over and under desks. It was as powerful as any troll, for a pile of flora, and immune to many spells thrown at it and spat a handful of black petals in casters' face in return, and then left behind a snow shower of white petals.

But when a female stopped in front of the beast, it stopped, turned its flowery eyes to be content, smiled, and then reached into itself and pulled out a handful of a bouquet for the lady. Then it let them pass and then took on it's ferocious stance again, and then continued to terrorize the rest of the division.

Griffon had been in his office filing a few reports when he heard all of the commotion going on on Level Four. He arched an eyebrow and stood up slowly, opening the door and leaning against the frame. The flower-composed yeti was definitely surprising, but he did not understand why the employees on level four were running from it as though it were real. Obviously they had never faced a real yeti. They certain did not have a pleasant floral scent.

Closing the door to his office he approached the creation, watching as spells bounce off of it, grinning when it paused to hand a bouquet of flowers to a lady.

Then he noticed the large sash, stating that the yeti was a gift for him. "How thoughtful!" he cried out over the commotion. "It's for me, everybody," he announced. "No need to worry. I'm sure it is perfectly harmless." Really, the yeti would make a marvelous addition to his office decor, and he wondered exactly how it was enchanted, and how a person might... unenchant it.

"Would someone like to help me restrain the thing! Come now, quit hiding! It isn't real. Don't be pansies!" Honestly. How did these people work with beasts with something as ridiculous as a flowery yeti frightened them into submission! It might be time to review some employment choices in his department.

Margo was, naturally, avoiding doing any real work on Valentine’s Day.  She had too many things to think about – like where she was going to get drunk tonight and what she was going to wear whilst doing it.  Maybe she didn’t have the same chic sense as her cousin, Fergie, but she did care about what she looked like in some capacity.  Her work wardrobe was far less exciting, though it did not deter her from wearing her heart sunglasses , even though she was indoors.  It was just one of the ways to show her holiday spirit and it helped mask the fact that maybe Friday night had been a little rougher than one would have liked to let on.

Of course, if one couldn’t gather that information from the coffee cup in her hand and her hair pulled back into a ponytail, Margo would be doing a lot of getting ready following the finishing of her files for the week.  After that, she could leave the office for the rest of the wonderful weekend.  Until then, she was riding the lift down to the fourth floor from the atrium and anticipating doing everything as quickly as possible. 

Though, when the lift doors opened and Margo stepped out, she looked down with puzzlement.  Were those flower petals?  Raising her dark eyebrows, she lifted her hand up to her glasses and raised them up – definitely flowers.  Pursing her lips, Margo was about to call out in her usual boisterous voice about what was going on when she heard a blood curdling, guttural growling sort of sound – it was like a dragon with a bellyache.  Taking the last few sips of the coffee strong enough to strangle a nundu, Margo tossed it in a bin and walked forward to try and see what was going on. 

The sound was a little bothersome to her aching head, but she wasn’t going to let that bother her, not right now, anyhow.  Coming up behind the petal’d beast, Margo was shocked to see how huge these things was, and how lovely it smelled!  Taking her wand out, she tapped the creature on the back – if it was made of flowers, it couldn’t be that horrendous, and was surprised when it turned, starting to growl but was pacified by the sight, pulling out parts of itself to present her with a bouquet.  “Smashing!” she declared, receiving her first present of the day.  She wanted to anticipate a lot of them, of course. 

Then, she heard Griffon start to yell and the beast turned, sure, it’s yowling might have been annoying – roars were, after all, fairly loud and disruptive, but it was made of flowers.  Why subdue it?  “Don’t be such a downer!” Margo chided, lifting the flowers to her nose to get a deep whiff.  It was a stunning smell. 

“It’s not hurting anyone,” the brunette mentioned as the yeti made something along the lines of a purr, though fifty times louder, and wrapped its floral arms around her in a hug - lifting her off the ground.  She laughed loudly;  it was a charming thing, really.  She giggled patted it on the shoulder, plucking another flower from its shoulder and tucking it in her hair, “I’ll take him home.” 

Any time when he was doomed to work on a Saturday was bound to be a bad day.  The fact that it was Valentine's Day just made it even more intolerable.  One of the young kids in the Werewolf Capture Unit had apparently stayed late the night before to decorate the Unit's office in strings of colored hearts and enchanted paper cupid, which had greeted him with a chorus of cheery celestial greetings when he'd arrived that morning.

Kurby had spent the next two hours figuring out how to transfigure the paper hearts into gooey, squelching imitations of the real body part, which he had left dotting the workspaces of the most likely suspects.  Unfortunately, it had made the smell in the WCU office even more difficult to tolerate than it was normally, leaving the werewolf hunter grumbling at his desk as he attempted to muddle his way through paperwork and hold his breath at the same time.

The roar left Level Four shuddering.  Kurby shot to his feet, his wand instantly in hand, and bolted into the hallway, eyes flashing as if he were about to charge into battle.  At the sight of the flowery creature, he pulled up short, gaping at it for a full thirty seconds as it turned and let out a menacing bellow in his direction.

"What the bleedin' hell?" Kurby snapped, his temper visibly rising as he glared at the creature.  He eyed it with considerable venom, taking in the name that was printed on the sash that had been draped over its chest. 

"Manley!  How the hell is anyone supposed to get work done with that thing trompin' about?" he demanded irritably, gesturing at the beast.  "And don't you go lookin' so amused," he growled at Margo, directing a glare at the flower in her hair as if it had single-handedly ruined his workday.  "Some of us have things to do before we can go prancin' around tonight."

Griffon watched as Margo came along and got a big yeti hug. He grinned as he watched, shaking his head. Brilliant valentine really- hell of a prank. Griffon wished that he knew exactly who was behind it, he would congratulate them. He'd never seen a thing like it before. "Of course it isn't hurting anyone- it's just a flower yeti," he called out to Margo. "And you are not taking it home! It is going to be a fixture in my office. In case you haven't noticed, Miss Amherst, the sash on the yeti clearly states that he is for me."

The head of the beast division then fired off another subduing spell, but it didn't work either. Instead the yeti turned to roar loudly at him- forgetting the pretty woman to take a few more lumbering steps toward him. Griffon tried a few more spells, but they didn't work either. Whatever wards had been put around the thing, they were incredibly powerful and more effective than was probably necessary.

His attention was diverted when he heard another voice hollering out his name- and Griffon's eyes rested on Bagnold. Griffon laughed when Kurby asked about getting work done. Pleased to see his colleague so visibly vexed. "Lighten up, Bagnold!" he chided. "It's just a flower yeti- it isn't a real one. Besides, I didn't put it here. It's a gift! I just have to figure out how I'm going to subdue it to keep it."

"And it isn't like you were getting work done before it showed up anyway! Nobody gets work done on holidays. Come and distract it! It doesn't seem to attack women, Bagnold!" Because calling Kurby a woman was the way to get him to help out in wrangling the beast. Real yetis he could do. "Maybe we ought to try a plant-specific approach!" he called out over the yeti growling. Not that Griffon could think of any plant specific spells to use at the moment. His brain wasn't working that fast. He was too amused by the lumbering beast and distracted by the others grumbling in his department.

Griffon looked thoughtfully at his wand as he tried to recall one. The absent sense of urgency a show to further peeve Kurby. If he wanted to be a grump gus, Girffon wasn't going to distract him- if anything he would encourage it.

Margo sighed as Griffon made it very clear he intended to take the yeti with him.  Pouting slightly she looked at the large, flower’d beast, the banner clearly stating that it was for Manley.  “Fiiiiiiiine,” she whined softly, "But I like him!"  She was being lowered from the Yeti’s arms, her feet touching the ground once again and she tottered for a moment, getting her bearings.  She hated not having the feelings in her leg, like the sensation she knew should have been there when her foot hit the ground, and sometimes, sometimes she felt like she could really feel it, then looked down and realized it was just an illusion.

It was odd, how one’s limbs could feel like that – like they were still there.  She had been told it would happen for a long time, and now only very nearly a year since the accident, it was going to be a while until everything sorted itself out.  When she was finally firmly on the ground, Margo took out her wand, just to maybe attempt helping, though the black flowers that spilt forth from wherever he was hit, well, that didn’t seem like a good sign.  Apparently whoever sent this wasn’t playing around.  They were probably impossibly cool.

And lowering her wand, she heard Kurby’s voice.  Peering over, she saw the grouchy looking werewolf capture unit employee, growling like an angry bear, the way he usually did.  Griffon was far more amiable than the scruffy other man, happily declaring he just needed to subdue it to keep it.  Kurby was ranting and raving louder than the yeti though, who seemed to move at a glacial pace, though it’s large arms were raised above its head like claws and it’s mouth hanging open emitting fierce roars.  This was very different from the yeti that had been cuddling her like an extra large kitty.

And then Bagnold was yelling at her, like she had done something!  Crossing her arms across her chest, her wand twitched in her hand, itching to fire off a little hex at him, not the yeti.  The Yeti had actually been nice to her!  Now, maybe he was telling the truth, but when it came to how men addressed women, the truth seldom mattered, and Margo was no exception. 

Sticking her tongue out in the most undignified manner possible, Margo uncrossed her arms and popped out her hip.  “Well, I guess that means you don’t want anyone to prance with,” she shot back, agitated at his complete impatience with her.  It was not as though it was her fault the thing was here.  Really, it was more that she was just taking advantage of the situation.

Firing off a small curse toward his feet, Margo just wanted him to jump a little.  Teach him some manners, even if she lacked them herself.