Tanis or Nyt doesn't take kindly to unexpected visits, depending on who they are from. Her office is large and bright, there is a living area complete with a sofa, twin arm chairs and a coffee table just past the entrance to her office and before her actual desk. Located in the very back of her office is a heavy, dark wood desk, there are two seats placed in front for whomever may come to speak with her, mostly for interviewees. If she can be found in here she is usually behind her desk, or stationed in the living area overlooking previous, current and future Aurors. She is a very critical woman and wants only the most qualified of candidates to become or even be associated with the title Auror.
-we are a different kind, we can do anything, we could be heroes Message Me – 21:03, December 10, 2019 (UTC)
To say Hailey had been surprised to hear back for her interview was honestly an understatement. It had been so long, she had assumed they weren't impressed. She wouldn't have been surprised, sadly. Nonetheless, here she is, knocking on his door right as the clock strikes 11:00am.
He'd open the door giving the woman a smile and offering his hand. "Good morning. please come in." He'd wave her in and offer her a chair before sitting down on the other side of the desk. "Can I get you anything...water, tea...?"
She stood outside the office door a bit in awe. Yet she couldn't help but feel a little... nervous, almost. Not of her father... just a lingering nervousness about being out in public. Certainly here. She knocked on the door.
He'd be sitting at the same desk he'd had for years with neat color coded piles of folders and papers sitting in three neat piles on the desk. He was currently scanning through what looked like a thick volume bound in leather. Without looking up he'd hold up one finger to indicate he needed just a moment.
A moment later he'd apparently finish whatever he was reading and glance up, a wide smile spreading across his face. He'd stand and move around the desk to wrap his arms tightly around Regan.
OOC: Why wouldn't he be? This was his office for almost his whole career. He had to move for the last Minister but now that he's gone he wouldn't want to stay there and definitely wouldn't want Alistair's office. I think for him it's a show that he's not going to stay the Minister and that he's comfortable in his current position...but also separating himself from what happened with the Alistair Ministry.
"Hi." He'd hold her for a few moments longer before pulling back, though still keeping his hands on her arms. "I'm glad Rose made it over. I was going to come myself but..." He'd glance around. "...how's it feel?"
He'd shrug. "It was the least I could do for those poor people. I may not have agreed with the riot but the punishment was incredibly harsh. I'm working on seeing if we can support helping them get back on their feet along with counseling and some other services but...we can only do so much." He'd pause. "That in addition to trying to undo as much of the rest of the damage as I can. Things like that are easy wins...some of the other problems are much harder." He'd nod to a pile of explosive red paperwork that was larger than the other piles.
It stung a little to hear him talk about the riot in that way, as it had been entirely justified. "Well... I just wanted to say thank you. I probably shouldn't take up any more of your time," she said, surveying the piles.