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The Woman in Charge « Thread Started on Nov 8, 2007, 11:14pm »
Tag; Closed George Miller paced in front of the door to the Wizengamot chambers, his eyes looking down at the blueish carpet as he walked. He had been pacing the same few feet for nearly an hour, waiting. It was perhaps the longest hour he had ever waited for something to happen in his entire life and it was beginning to irritate him. How long could someone possibly need to make a decision? George glanced a the woman across from him. She was perfectly composed and seemed to be relatively patient as she leaned up against the wall, casting him glances every once in a while. He had been doing the same to her, but his looks could be considered more of a hateful glare. He couldn't believe someone else had also applied for the Minister...or in this case "Mistress" of Magic position. Surely the Wizengamot would not appoint a woman over him, it would be inconceivable.
Sighing, George finally stopped pacing and leaned up against the wall. He couldn't stand the eerie silence in the corridor outside the chamber. It was bugging him to no end. All he wanted was a simple response from the Wizengamot. Was he the next Minister of Magic or wasn't he? It was a simple "yes" or "no" decision. Why in the heck was it taking them so long?! Crossing one arm over his stomach and the other, he placed on his chin and tapped his fingers against his skin, just for something to do. His eyes roamed the wall across from him, falling on several paintings and other decorations that littered and cluttered up the place. George really didn't understand the reason for such frills, but then again, he was not like everyone else.
George Miller was a simple man, and laid-back, to a point anyway. If he was in charge of something then he got things done at his own pace and not the pace of someone else. It was irritating enough that someone else had nearly beaten him to the position of Minister of Magic. So here they were, waiting for the Wizengamot to make their decision. He hadn't said a word to her, and wasn't planning on it. The less they talked the better it was, he had no intention of making friends with someone he considered his enemy. He knew technically she was on the same side as him, but she was also wanting the job he wanted and that made her competition.
If it was one thing that George didn't like, it was competition. Normally he wouldn't have blinked an eye at the thought of a woman as possible competition, but after listening to her closing remarks to the Wizengamot he was actually feeling kind of nervous. For some reason, he had this fear that she would be chosen over him. George would consider that a slap in the face, and if that happened he would be quite livid. He was sure the Wizengamot would offer him some sort of job in compensation if they chose her over him, but that wasn't the point. He wanted the Minster of Magic position and he felt he deserved it. After all, he had been working at the Ministry for a long time now and had a well developed reputation. Surely all of those things would fall in his favor.
She was already annoying him; the fact that she seemed so calm and level-headed when he was fidgeting and pacing and working up a sweat. To George, that meant something. It meant that she was confident enough in herself that she wasn't worried about the outcome of the Wizengamot's decision. Or, if she was worried, she was hiding it extraordinarily well. George had never been able to hide his emotions; he was as readable as an open book and he had learned to accept it. He really didn't care what she thought of him. In the big scheme of things it didn't matter. He only had to impress the Wizengamot, not the woman standing across from him. George hadn't even really paid attention when she had introduced herself to the Wizengamot. If he remembered correctly her name was Maria...he couldn't really remember her last name, but at this point, it didn't matter to him what her last name was. All George was worried about was the Wizengamot's decision.
« Last Edit: Nov 8, 2007, 11:21pm by George Miller »
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Re: The Woman in Charge « Reply #1 on Nov 8, 2007, 11:54pm »
Never once in all her fifty years of life had Mrs. Maria Sanchez considered a job such as the one she had applied for weeks ago. She had done little campaigning for the position and showed little effort in all her hard work to obtain the position as Mistress of Magic. Most would have thought her careless and uncaring as to whether or not she received the post. Most would think of her as undeserving for the little work she had actually put in. Was work what she needed to win such an election? Some people would have thought that work was, indeed, needed. Actually most people would have thought that. Maria Sanchez, however, thought a bit differently. If she happened to win after all she had failed to do, that would say something. Perhaps she would be a good Mistress of Magic; perhaps she would get work done in a timely manner without actually working. Though this made little sense to most people, it made enough sense to the fifty-year-old woman standing there in the corridor lined with blue flooring and that was all that actually matter. When it all came down to it, it only needed to make sense to her.
While her competitor was busy pacing the area of the corridor, the woman watched him every few moments with her chocolate gaze. He seemed nervous, worried about the position. Maria stood against the wall and in the shadows of the corridor from all eyes that could grace upon her and think something of her according to appearance. It wasn’t like it actually mattered, but she wished to remain hidden until it was time to be revealed. So, as her rival paced and shot glances at her, she remained with her body leaning lazily against the stone wall near a sleeping portrait. Her entire composure was quite and uncaring. She seemed content with the things happening at that moment, as if nothing cared to her at all. In all reality, despite her patient and calm extroverted posture, she was jumping on the inside and begging for an answer from the Wizengamot who had voted for who should become the next Minister (or Mistress) of Magic.
To occupy herself, Maria Sanchez had taken to looking at her nails and picking at them for only a few moments. Once those few moments had passed, she grew easily bored of the tedious action and crossed her arms over her chest. Her eyes scanned the corridor, looking briefly at her opponent to watch his posture. He was nervous; Maria could tell. Apparently she had said or done something before now that had scared him and caused severe threat to him. Was it the simple fact that she was, indeed, a woman? Or was it actually something she had physically said? Whatever the case, he was worried and in obvious agitation that the Wizengamot had not yet come out to call them in and speak about the decision they had made. Maria, though anxious herself, was also extremely patient and could wait as long as she needed to wait. It was just one of those many good qualities she possessed.
What would, in the end, help her in obtaining the position? Would it be her attire? She had chosen that morning to wear a pair of deep red dress robes fitting her nicely in all the right places and flowing gently around her body where necessary; to accompany her outfit had been a pair of black heeled shoes; she had lastly pulled her hair back into a tight knot so that it was out of her face and not in its unruly mess of curls over her shoulders and down her back. But would attire really matter? Would her age make a difference? Some say that things get better with age, much like fine wine. Maria Sanchez was fifty years in age and had more than enough wisdom and intelligence to share. Or would it be her words they used to solely base their decision? The Wizengamot had given a series of complicated questions to answer. Maria had done extremely well. She remembered all the dates to prove her point as well as exact quote and books in which the answers had been found. Her opponent, a Mister George Miller, had done just as well, but Maria honestly felt that he had done less quality work than her. It was not a conceited thought, but instead, a truthful one. He had struggled quit a bit.
Maria lifted the sleeve of her robe up slightly so her wrist was exposed momentarily. She looked at the small watch resting upon her arm and checked the time. They had been waiting for quite some time outside in the corridor for a decision to be made. Though she showed no sign of it, Maria was becoming impatient and inwardly restless. She blinked a few times, feeling tired as well, and decided to advance towards the door of the room outside which she and George awaited the Wizengamot. She gently pressed her ear against it; all was silent. Had they finished discussing their thoughts, opinions, and decisions?
Sighing, she pulled away from the door and glanced once more at George before looking at the portraits hanging idly on the walls with people sleeping within the frames. Finally the door opened to the room and there appeared the head of the Wizengamot. Maria turned her slender body slowly to face him and blinked a few times, her composure not changing at all, at least not where anyone could see. Inwardly, her heart raced in anxiety to know what the answer would be. It was then that he moved from in the doorway and motioned them in.
“Mrs. Sanchez, Mr. Miller, please step inside for a moment,” the head of the Wizengamot told them in his usually deep voice. Maria nodded lightly and stepped across the threshold and stood there, waiting for further instruction. She glanced momentarily over her shoulder to see what George was doing and how he was acting. This was it. The moment they had been waiting for had finally come. Who would be the new leader for the magical people? Breathing inwardly heavy to herself, Maria prepared herself for both the best and the worst and would take it as it came. It just had to come first….
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Re: The Woman in Charge « Reply #2 on Nov 9, 2007, 12:36am »
A few minutes more of waiting and George felt like he was going to go insane before the Wizengamot made their decision. He was worried, and he was working up quite a bit of anxiety as he stood there, leaning up against the wall and waiting along with his opponent. Finally, the door opened and the head of the Wizengamot spoke and motioned for them to enter. For some reason George took a little bit longer to respond to the request, simply because he suddenly didn't want to know the outcome of their decision. His throat had suddenly become dry, and he blinked a few times as if in a daze. Still though, he followed Maria in through the door and stood next to her in the center of the room; waiting for the Wizengamot to tell them their decision.
As the head of the Wizengamot returned to his position, he stood and spoke for the entire Wizengamot. George could hear his voice, but he was having difficulty concentrating. His palms were sweaty and he could actually hear his own heart beat pounding. With a sideways glance he looked at Maria. She seemed to be as calm as before, not even showing the slightest bit of worry or tension upon her face. Oh how he longed for the same calm she held; if only he didn't feel like he had already lost then maybe he wouldn't be so nervous. George looked up at the head of the Wizengamot and listened very carefully to what the elderly man was saying. "We have made our decision, and we have decided to appoint Mrs. Maria Sanchez as the Mistress of Magic."
At those very words George's heart sped up about a billion counts per second and his eyes widened. They had chosen a woman over him?! It was the first time in magical history that a woman had been chosen to lead the wizarding world. He couldn't believe what he was hearing, and so George did the only thing that he could think of: and that was to ask for clarification. He cleared his throat and looked at the Wizengamot head, his voice cracking, "I'm sorry sir..but did you just ....announce Mrs. Sanchez as the Mistress of Magic?" George blinked a few times, still unbelieving that the Wizengamot had come to this decision.
The Wizengamot head nodded affirmatively and continued with his speech, looking slightly annoyed that George had interrupted. "Yes, Mrs. Sanchez is the new Mistress of Magic, and the Wizengamot congratulates her on her achievement." The Wizengamot elder actually flashed Maria a grin before continuing, and then gave George a sort of evil glare. "And you, Mr. Miller, we regret to inform you that your application has been denied. We were very displeased with your responses and feel that your lack of knowledge of important wizarding events would hinder your decisions had we decided to appoint you as Minister of Magic. Should you want to try and apply for a different position, then you would need to reapply downstairs on the first level. Good day to you both, congratulations again, Mrs. Sanchez."
George dropped his head and nodded in understanding, his face full of disbelief. He had not expected this at all; he had actually not even expected any competition. Now he would be forced to retire from the Ministry all together, unless he was able to find a job in some other department that was available. He highly doubted it though. As the Wizengamot members slowly gathered their things to leave the chambers, George stood unmoving in the center of the room, still in shock. He felt like he had been thrown out like trash, that nothing he had done these past few months had mattered. Sure he had forgotten several dates of events while the Wizengamot had interviewed him, but he had figured that those dates wouldn't really matter in the big scheme of things. For the first time in his life, George Miller did not know what was going to happen to him next, and it was a frightening feeling to him, more frightening then he was willing to admit.
Sighing with an obvious emotion of misery, George finally turned and walked out of the chambers. He wasn't in any hurry because he figured that he had all the time in the world to spend meandering hopelessly through the Ministry. Sighing, he leaned up against the wall outside the Wizengamot chambers where he had been only moments before. He didn't know what he was going to do. He was too old to work as an Auror again, and to be quite honest he didn't want to go back to work as an Auror. He really didn't like the risk that it involved. He had spent nearly an entire year campaigning for this position and gathering support from within the magical community. Now it seemed all his hard work had gone to waste, and what made matters worse was that he had lost to a woman. To him that was a slap across face.
The Wizengamot had basically dismissed him with only a few words. They had determined his fate and had cut his ties off from the Ministry. George had an awful feeling and was actually fighting off tears of anger. What had he done to deserve something like this? George had played through all the possible outcomes of the Wizengamot's decision in his head before arriving to the Ministry that morning, but he had neglected to think about one outcome: and that was the possibility that he wouldn't be chosen. George reached up with his right hand and massaged his forehead, already feeling a huge migraine coming on. At least now if he did get one of his headaches he would be able to go home and rest, because he had nothing to do. Absolutely nothing.
« Last Edit: Nov 9, 2007, 12:49am by George Miller »
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Re: The Woman in Charge « Reply #3 on Nov 9, 2007, 8:35pm »
When it was announced that she, Maria Sanchez, was to be the new Mistress of Magic, the woman could feel her heart pause momentarily within her body. It was not that she was necessarily surprised with their decision; she had never worried about the outcome. To hear those words, though, was like music to her ears. She had just obtained the highest possible position in the wizarding world. Moreover from that, she had just made history: She was the first woman in the position of Mistress of Magic. All of these things were extremely important to her. Though, no matter how true this was, Mrs. Sanchez did not like the fact that George Miller seemed to be more than disappointed. He seemed to be almost agitated with her. She knew not of his reason for this, but it hurt her somewhere inside to know that he had just questioned the decision of the Wizengamot right there in front of her face. It made her feel lesser than she should have felt and incapable of doing her job. Aside from that, it made her feel almost as if she should have never applied to get the position, like it was a waste of her time because she didn’t deserve it. Though these thoughts passed through her head, Mrs. Sanchez knew very well that she did, indeed, deserve the position. She had worked for it; she deserved it. That was that and there was nothing else to it.
When the head Wizengamot’s voice came through the slight silence again and confirmed the agreement that he and his peers had come to, Maria’s head turned gently back to him and her chocolate eyes blinked a few times. He gave her a final congratulations before he and his peers started to pack their things and leave. Maria allowed a faint smile to pass across her face to show that she was pleased with their decision as well as that she was appreciative of it. She nodded a few times simply and then responded with simple words.
“Thank you, sir. I really do appreciate this appointment, and I promise I won’t let you down,” she said to him, her voice in no interval to show that she was gloating or that she was overly excited about the appointment though she was inside. Her voice had come low and girlish with a faint air of a foreign accent to touch the tips of each word. The accent added to her personality, but that side of her personality was not necessarily showing at the moment. She had to remain calm and collected; it was not complicated for her to do, either, since she could maintain herself easily. Though she seemed just to be pleased with their decision as seen from the outside, she was actually leaping around inwardly; this inward leaping was starting to make her feel somewhat sick; that was just how pleased she was.
When George departed only a few moments behind the Wizengamot, the woman remained alone in the chamber and spent a few minutes to gather her excitement and thoughts and to contain them all for a later time when she was at home and could share such excitement with her family. Once she had managed to do that, she departed the room and walked across the threshold into the corridor with her head up and shoulders back. The door closed silently behind her and locked itself with a somewhat loud click. The newly appointed Mistress turned and looked at it, blinking a few times, but then returned her attention to the corridor surrounding her. Her gaze traveled from one end to another, as if inspecting it, and then stopped.
Her eyes fell upon the very man who had just lost against her, the many who she had called her ‘enemy’ for the past few months, the man who had questioned the Wizengamot decision…the man… She blinked a few times and tilted her head gently to the side before approaching him subtly, her heels clicking against the hard floor beneath her. She blinked once and then again before swallowing and deciding to speak to him directly for the first time since they had actually met several months ago. Yes, they had briefly spoken, briefly met, but no more than a few words had been said on either part. Maria hoped that her win and his loss would not rouse sour feelings. Maria really did wish for him to at least be tolerant of her and appreciate her for her decisions and respect her for her position. Actually, as a sort of compensation and sorry feeling she had for him, she was going to give him a simple offer, and she doubted he would need time to think about it.
When she spoke at long last, her voice was girlish, soft, and sincere. She hoped that this at least showed an honest attempt to make friends and be civil, not to mention that she held no hard feelings towards him for any such reason. “Mister Miller,” she started questioningly and then continued, “I would like to thank you for such good competition these past few months; I was quite worried about the Wizengamot decision.” She was lying somewhat, but she hid the lie well. She was good at hiding most of her emotions and feelings; this time was no different. She offered her hand in a sort of truce to him, wanting to be civil, make friends, and talk like most people would talk. She then continued on as she offered her hand. “I would like to offer you a position. I feel…bad. I feel like I’ve robbed you of something; besides, I think you at least deserve a position after all that hard work you did.” She paused, sighing heavily. “Would you like to be my deputy?”
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Re: The Woman in Charge « Reply #4 on Nov 10, 2007, 8:19am »
ooc: sorry for the suckism George sighed heavily and prepared himself to leave the Ministry for the last time. So it seemed the Wizengamot thought he was incompetent. He wasn't about to go back downstairs and beg for a job--George Miller was definitely not the begging type. He felt humiliated and disappointed. He had spent several long months working just so he could get this job, and now it was trash. He was livid, but he was also feeling suddenly like he had no confidence in the world. Just as he was about to walk back down the hall, the new Mistress of Magic herself approached him. George took a moment to look at her again, and saw the professionalism in her expression. The way she carried herself made it obvious that she knew what she was doing.
The next bit surprised him though. She had actually thanked him for offering her some competition. He highly doubted she had been worried about the Wizengamot, for she had been completely cool through the whole thing. Still though, he didn't argue what she had said as he didn't really have any proof that she wasn't telling the truth. Even if he did have the proof he wouldn't have had enough energy to argue. George only offered a faint smile and a nod of his head in response. He waited for her to finish what she had approached him for and responded with a single raise of his eyebrow when she asked him to be her deputy. For several long moments George looked at her as if in deep thought and finally conceded, tilting his head affirmatively and shaking her hand to seal the truce. "I accept...and I thank you for the offer. I wasn't expecting anything...especially after the brutal smacking I received from the Wizengamot."
George had a bitter tone in his voice, but his eyes were sparkling which meant he was attempting to be slightly humorous. He was trying to lighten up the mood a bit, even though his own mood was still foul. "I...will do my best not to disappoint you." George released the grasp he had on her hand and protectively crossed his arms in front of his chest. He did not like the feeling he was feeling now--he actually felt like he was below her, and in reality he was. She was his boss and could take away the position she just gave him with just a few words. Normally he would have laughed in her face and walked off, but he really needed this job. He was trying to help his sister out with her financial problems, seeing as her husband was a lazy good for nothing mass of slime.
"I should warn you that I haven't been a deputy of anything before, but I suppose it's not too much unlike being the Minister of Magic." George blinked a few times and gazed at some of the paintings behind her, and then brought his eyes back to hers. "I don't have any commitments other than myself, so I can work long hours and do pretty much anything you need me to do. I do admit I'm not all that great at remembering dates or speaking to large groups, but I'll do my best." George stopped talking because he felt like he was rambling and so he stood there feeling completely humbled before her. It would take some getting used to for him, as he had never been in a position of demoted authority, and this was definitely one of those times where he felt like he didn't have much power or say in anything.
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Re: The Woman in Charge « Reply #5 on Nov 10, 2007, 9:44am »
George had informed her that he would accept her offered position even though he had expected to receive nothing. She offered a faint smile and nod of her own in return. However, when George spoke of how the Wizengamot had basically slapped him across the face, Maria felt her smile fall some. Why would he feel that their decision was slap? She knew that he probably felt that he deserved the position over her because he probably felt like the better candidate; that could have been one reason. Though it was likely and probably more realistic than not, Maria felt that something else was troubling him about their decision. What could it be though? She didn’t want to ask him even though it was troubling her to no end. Maria Sanchez was not the kind of person to pry into other people’s business or to purposely force them to telling her something she wanted to know, unless of course it was necessary. So, the woman remained silent in that particular regard though she still gave him a response.
“Well, Mister Miller, I will do my best to make sure you don’t feel as if I have slapped you in the face.” Her tone had changed slightly from the previously quiet, friendly tone to a somewhat louder, professional one. She had not stated it directly, but she felt that it wasn’t the Wizengamot but her who had slapped him in the face. Her comment (or offer as it could have been considered) showed this personal thought somewhat. Only a person who could delve deeply into nothing but spoken words could have realized that that was possibly what she was referring to. She did not like the feeling even though it showed her triumph, but it was something she would have to get used to for quite some time since she wasn’t planning to leave the Ministry of Magic anytime soon.
“You will not disappoint me unless you disappoint yourself,” the mistress told him in a gentle voice in regards to his words. She blinked a few times, allowing the thought to sink in some. She wanted to be sure that he knew her disappointment level was high and that it would take quite a bit to really disappoint her in the end. Maria had not been highly disappointed in anyone for quite a long time; the last time she could recall was when her son had gotten in trouble for placing Dungbombs in a professor’s desk. When she said she was disappointed, she was only saying it. Though she believed in education and disliked misbehavior and practical jokes, Maria did not blame her son for doing what he did, for he probably had a valid reason to do such a thing because he did not oftentimes do things like that unless there was a reason. Maria’s ‘disappointment’ in him was only to encourage him to not do it again. It was obvious that he knew she wasn’t really disappointed since he did it continually, but then again, that could have been the hardheaded Nayib Sanchez she knew.
“I’ll not make you work more hours than needed unless you choose to or unless I ask that you do if it’s that important. I try to be fair to all people around me; just because I have a position like this doesn’t mean I will abuse my privileges. I am going to act no differently than I was did before.” Her voice was sincere as she explained all of this to him in an attempt to at least make him feel better about her being in the position he had wanted from the get-go. She blinked a few times and crossed her arms over her chest gently. “Focus not on your weaknesses, but instead, on your strengths. They even each other out in the end. You needn’t worry about what you can’t do but what you can do. As far as I am concerned, there’s no such thing as ‘I can’t do it’ because, in all reality, you can. All you have to do is try. Besides, in the end, your strengths will cross out my weaknesses and vice versa. There’s nothing to worry about.” She offered him a gentle smile and nodded a few times, lightly, and blinked, hoping that what she said was encouraging to him in many ways.
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Re: The Woman in Charge « Reply #6 on Nov 10, 2007, 7:23pm »
George took in everything she had said and really didn't have a response, other than to nod his head affirmatively. He did feel somewhat better, as she seemed to be a fair person. Maybe being her deputy wouldn't be as bad as he had originally thought, but then again, he hadn't been her deputy for long. It could be that she was just showing this professional side of her while it was necessary. He highly doubted that was the case, but George had seen it happen before and to the best of people. Perhaps Maria Sanchez wasn't like that. He certainly hoped she wasn't. "Well....I appreciate everything you've said. It does make me feel a little more...welcome." George grinned faintly and looked down at the floor, fidgeting his feet a bit before looking back up into her eyes.
"The Wizengamot said if I wanted another position I would have to reapply...would you like me to do that now, or...?" George didn't want to go through the process of reapplying again, but since she had already offered him the position maybe it wouldn't be necessary, and even if it was he felt it was worth going through the reapplication process if it was necessary. Surely she wouldn't request such a thing, but he didn't want to disobey the Wizengamot or her, if that is what she wanted him to do. George dropped his hands back down to his side and put them in his pockets, rocking back on his heels a bit before standing firmly on the ground once again. He was feeling awkward and out of his league; especially after the Wizengamot Head's harsh words to him.
"And..I assume that I should start right away? Or should I wait to come in on Monday?" George didn't know why he was asking all these utterly stupid questions, and he hoped she didn't think he was clueless. He wasn't clueless, it was just that he had to get his mind in gear and absorb everything that had happened. He was still getting over the shock of not getting the position he had wanted. One could compare his feelings to that of a three year old that didn't get his way, because in reality George was upset and frustrated that he hadn't gotten his way in this situation. It was difficult for him to accept and he wasn't accepting it very easily. It would take him some time to get over his child-like tantrum he was having and he was enjoying his tantrum far too much to actually warm up to the idea of being Maria Sanchez's deputy.
Sighing a bit before running a hand through his short hair, George looked at her and said, "Look...I'll be honest with you, I really have no clue what I am doing, and the Wizengamot was right when they said I was incompetent. I probably am incompetent, but I learn quickly and I really wanted the Minister of Magic position badly. The truth is, now that I don't have it, I'm being immature about it and its causing me to look like a complete fool. So I'm sorry if I seem a little out of sorts today." George was surprised at his honesty, but he felt that she should at least know why he was acting the way he was acting. This wasn't normally how he he behaved, and he didn't want her first impression of him to be one of dislike or disappointment. Hopefully though she would understand what he was saying and not take offense or judge too quickly.
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