Feburary 1
11am

Yet another day at work.  But for Chalmers Holt, he actually enjoyed his work.  Sure, the paperwork wasn’t that fun, but for the most part he liked it.  There was a good group of Aurors and they all worked together well. Sometimes the work was difficult.  Bad situations happened, and people get hurt. But Chalmers liked knowing he made a difference in the wizarding community, and helping others.

Today, however, was almost boring though.  All he had was a bunch of paperwork to fill out.  There was some exciting news though, Chalmers was supposed to be getting a new partner today.  It had been a while since he had one, and he didn’t know much about his new one.  Except that they were transferring in from the French Ministry, and were apparently one of their top aurors.

To be honest, he was a bit excited for a partner. It would be a good to have someone there to back him up, and to work with.  For now, Chalmers would have to finish up his paperwork and when the new partner came in, he’d meet them.  But no sense in sitting around doing nothing until then.  Filling out forms, sending owls, getting information from others, and then more forms. Tedious, but someone had to do it.  Chalmers thought he heard someone come up behind him, but he figured it was someone else walking by, so he ignored it and kept on with his work.

Outfit

Daphne's first day. The authoritarian had only taken a couple of hours off in between her transfer from Paris to London, and it was straight back to the grind. Like she'd have it any other way. Things were very different in the British wizarding capital: everybody so far had been very leaned back. Almost too leaned back. Luckily for Daphne however, the woman at the helm of the Auror Corps was a no-nonsense heavy duty leader:  the kind of figure that Daphne aimed to blossom into during her later career years.

She figured that her general work ethic would meet the same reception on the other side of the English Channel: Depardieu hadn't exactly been liked in the French Defender office. Respected, yes, but liked? They said she was too focused, too committed, too serious, too by-the-book. Her second operation in which she headed resulted in the death of numerous hostages because Daphne refused to risk the safety of her team. The young woman was endlessly cut-throat, but regulation and protocol were just that, and Daphne wasn't willing to compromise this outlook for anybody.

Daphne had been allocated a partner: a certain Chalmers Holt. She expected an old, frail gentleman that wouldn't take kindly to a young half-French, half-English do-gooder stepping on the toes of the old guard. Regardless of age, they were always going to be male. For some reason, most Aurors she'd met were men, men who weren't so keen on having a young, dainty-looking female on the team. Daphne had adapted to this mindset. What she lacked in physical presence she made-up for in coldness.

Walking through the Auror office with the posture of a royal guard, Daphne's black handbag rested in the crook of her arm; it was a quiet day obviously, and all that could be heard was a vague conversational murmur and the scratch of quill to parchment. Looking around for the desk Tamis had directed her to, she raised an eyebrow in surprise. Although male, this Chalmers Holt character was young, and rather fetching on the eye. It was the first pleasantly-faced partner she'd ever been assigned.
"So you must be my new comrade," she introduced herself, holding out a hand to shake. Her voice was without a French accent, yet was that typical British tone; it had no whereabouts, and she could've been raised anywhere in the south of England. "I'm Daphne Depardieu. You must be Holt."