First day at work, make a good impression? Yes, you should.

Jayden Petrelli studied his reflection in the mirror. He didn't usually do this as a morning ritual, but he did have to shave. And he wasn't going to do it the old fashioned way. It had been almost a week since Jamie had apparated from Italy. He'd just been to visit his big brother, Nathan. His wife Fiona, and thier daughter, Claire, had been to Paris and they'd just come back. Jamie had spent five days with Nathan. As brothers went, they were really quite close. Nathan was into politics, all high up. Jamie was different, almost opersite, he was a secretary. Junior Secratery Grade to the Minister Of Magic. He passed his hand over his chin, watching in the mirror as the shaving process was finished. It didn't take long, and Jamie straitened up afterwards. He sighed and glanced at the clock. Half past five. He had time for a run, didn't he? Course he did, and he needed to take Kimmic for a walk anyway. The mutt looked up at him with her soulful eyes. She was a real sweetheart, Kimmic. Stray and so mixed in breed she didn't really resemble anything.

Jamie opened the door and watched Kimmic shoot out infront of him. He smiled and jogged down the stairs after him. He pushed open the doors of the lobby and exited through the glass doors that led from his appartment building onto the street. Kimmic was out them in a flash and darted up the street, Jamie running behind. The two were almost a perfect match. Each seemed to have endless energy and loved the outdoors. Living on the edge of...well the middle of nowhere, the countryside was just a jog away. So that's where they went. Over the hills and far away.

Jamie got back into his appartment at six thirty. Kimmic jumped up onto one of the arm chairs and curled up, like a cat. Jamie smiled as he took a quick shower. He dried his hair with a flick of his right hand and glanced around. Should he go in now? Or should he stay out, go in later. Go in now. He stroked Kimmic's soft head and grabbed the grey jacket. Always good to look smart. He didn't go for the pure white shirt, but slightly more casual with a pale shirt. He took a look at himself in the mirror, actually for once brushing his hair. He actually didn't look half bad. He smiled at his reflection and concentrated. Vanishing on the spot.

He reappeared on site of his new job. The entrance hall was huge. Jamie had to stop and have a look around. It wasn't actually that full at seven o'clock in the morning, which suprised him. Maybe they just weren't early risers. Jamie smiled and glanced at the board. So...he was on the...Ground floor. Right ground floor. And he needed to go to the...the...Well. He needed to go to Level...Level One. Right easy, just follow the signs. So he did.

He reached the office within only one time to get lost. He looked around. Thinking about what to do. He could see his desk, amazingly it had his name on. 'Jayden Petrelli' That's his name. No douting it. The door to the main office was open. He knocked politely. No answer. Tentitivly he pushed the door open. It was empty. Right, should he be doing this? Sure, why not. Just don't get caught. He walked in, and what he'd been holding in his hand, he left on the table. He left, as silently as he could, leaving the Sushi on the desk. Who was it that had told him that the Minister liked Sushi? Couldn't remember.

He seated himself at his desk, putting his feet up on his desk, leaning back in his chair. Ah, yes, this was the life...So far.

Jamie had had just been leaning back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other. He had a habit of doing it. It was only quarter to eight. His dark eyes gave a quick scan around the room. Nothing hidden? No, his basic search charm hadn't uncovered anything. It was just something he'd been taught whilst working in the Department of Mysteries. It emmitted a carrier wave that seeked out hidden or invisible devices. Either it brought out into the open or decloaked them. Useful really. He still couldn't rely on it fully, it had been working for almost three years, but did magic wear out? Did it fade? You would think so wouldn't you.

Jamie lent his head back over the back of the chair. He could see the incredibly interesting back wall behind him. It was a wall. He sighed. He didn't quite know what to do. It was slightly embarressing. Your first day on the job and you're hanging around like a lamad. Nothing wrong with lamads, they just weren't very useful. Jamie liked to be useful. He ran a hand through his dark hair, messing it up, just that little bit. It wasn't exactly untidy now, it just looked more natural. What was he supposed to do? Well, maybe he should do something? Maybe there was a memo? On your first day? He shook his head and stretched his hands up, palms pushing up towards the cieling. He wasn't actually wearing robes, well he was, but they weren't exactly traditional. More of a suit-robe. A sube or a roit. Nevermind, he was smart though.

He heard elevator doors open with the soft hiss they made. It had opened a few times before, but he hadn't paid much attention to it. Now however, an authoritive voice spoke. He didn't jump, he was trained not to, but he did turn quite sharply.

'I hope this isn't your normal behavior when you're working. Please don't let me catch you doing that again ... at least when i'm around,'

Jamie stood up quickly, saluting. d**n, you're not Special Agent Jayden Petrelli now, just Jayden Petrelli. He sighed. It was force of habit. In the Department of Mysteries, you saluted your superiors. He sighed, not a great first impression. He'd tried so hard, and now she'd caught him with his feet on the table, and he'd saluted. That was just embarressing. He stood up to his full height.
"My appologise Ma'am." He said, keeping his eyes down. Did he call her Ma'am, that's what he'd been taught to say, maybe it was inappropriate. Well, stick with what you know, it usually works.

'So, you're the new secondary secretary then? Jayden Petrelli, worked in the Ministry before in various departments. Correct?'

When she walked into her office, he wasn't sure whether to follow or not. She'd left the door open, but did she always leave the door open? But then again, why would she leave the door open in the first place, to keep an eye on her three secretaries? That was a daunting thought. Well, he hadn't exactly made an amazing impression so far, might as well just follow your instincts.
"Yes, Ma'am. Four years in the Department of Mysteries. Two years with the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. A year with the Department ofInternational Magical Cooperation and seven months with the Department of Magical Accidents & Catastrophes...Ma'am," He added after a pause.

'From you, I presume?'

Jamie smiled his easy-going, cheerful smile.
"Yes, I was told you liked Sushi." He said, slightly awkwardly, but with the cheerful exterior, it went a long way.

Jamie took a quick loo karound the office. It wasn't how he would've decorated it, but that wasn't to say it wasn't pleasent. Jamie just had a thing about colours. The walls of his appartment weren't actually painted, but bewitched to change colour to the mood. Seeing as most of the time he was in a good mood, the walls stayed light blues and greens, occasionally going orange or yellow. He'd never actually found out what colours stood for, but that didn't matter, It was just cheerful to come home too.

'Sienna, or Mrs Freeman if you want to get technical,'

He nodded, inwardly scoulding himself. Well, then again, it was only polite to use the one you'd been taught, then use the names you were told to use. He wasn't exactly going to go up on his first day and say: 'Hi Sienna!', was he now? He might, in later moments call her boss by accident and probably slip back into calling her Ma'am or Madam every now and then but he was quite good at catching himself before he did something really stupid. So it was probably going to me Mrs. Freeman, because Sienna was a little informal for his training. Not that he minded using first names, really he prefered to be called Jamie rather than Jayden, but only his partner, Zina, had ever actually called him Jamie. His boss, McGee had stuck with Probie for a long time, even when he'd been working there for almost three years. After that it had just been Petrelli, Jayden on a very, very good day. He had to stop himself slipping into a slight memory lapse when he recalled Zina. To stop himself he swallowed, taking another look around the room. Zina had died whilst on a mission, shot. She'd been a d.amn good witch and no witch should die at the end of a muggle bullet. It just wasn't right.

'You've had more experience than me!'

He smiled, looking respectfully down. Were you supposed to look your employer in the eye. Not for long. He always had done. Showed confidence if they looked back he supposed. He raised his head, dark eyes meeting hers before taking another quick sweep around the room to glance at the photographs. All seemed to be moving, not suprising seeing as they weren't from an old Canon or Kodak camera that Jamie had gotten used to. A proper wizarding camera that took an instant sceneshot of the moment.
"Seven years with the Ministry, but a lifetime with the Italiam Ministry. My father works for the Italiam Ministry." He answered, although she probably already knew from his file. He'd had a rather...unfamilylike run in with his father on an undercover mission a few years back. It had ended in a duel between father and son, matching in skill. Not a very pretty sight. The outcome is still something Jamie keeps to himself.

'You were told correctly, I love the stuff!'

He smiled again, good not a complete fool of yourself then Jayden. He really didn't like Sushi, he didn't really see the appealing quality in sliced up raw fish but each to her own he supposed. He didn't have to like it, just so long as she didn't offer him any. He couldn't exactly say no to his boss, that was just plain rude. But then again, he had a problem with saying yes to just about anything. Oh well, he'd learn.

'Just to let you know, i'm not usually an early riser, so don't be surprised if I come into the building extremely late in the morning.'

"Right." He said, nodding. Maybe the oppersite of him.
"Is there anything you would like me to do if I ever get in...earlier than you, Ma', Mrs. Freeman?" He asked, stopping just before calling her Ma'am. He looked back up at the Minister, no eye contact was just weakness.

'Getting back to business ... I see you've obviously had a lot of experience, so I really don't need to go in depth about your job, but if you have any questions feel free to ask. Anyway, basically you're gonna be doing a lot of work - but basic stuff like filing etc. And running after me. No really, but I do sometimes ask for a few errands to be run for me if i'm busy, and sometimes I need someone to come alone with me if i'm off to other parts of the country to work for the day. And that will probably be you,'

Questions? Not not really. If he did he wouldn't hesitate to ask, he was very forthright about questions. Never bottle things up, they just explode a while later. He nodded to what she was saying, listening obidiently. He didn't mind running errands, he liked to run just about anything. And out of country work as always fun.

'Any questions?'

He shook his head.
"I can't think of any, Mrs. Freeman." He replied, pulling his lapels slightly so his jacket lay in a neater fashion over his shoulders. This was usually when the employer started asking some rather hard questions. In his experience they usually concerned Zina, but maybe Mrs. Freeman would ignore them. He stood to his full height, his dark eyes glinting cheeruflly.

He waited in silence, keeping her eyecontact when she looked up from her chair to glance at him. She was the first employee he'd had that hadn't cringed away or stuttered under his rather...inquisitorial stare. He tended to intimidate people, I guess the Field Agent had never left him. Look them in the eye, if they look back thier telling the truth, if they either look down or to the left they were lying. Sometimes you had to go back to the good old Councilling and watch what people actually do. You use the left side of your brain to lie, so look to your left, you're lying.

'Not much. Just the usual; check the memos and stuff. And if there is any important memo waiting for me, do interrupt me sleep. I missing out on things.'

Okay, so he was supposed to wake her up. Right, he could do that. He wondered if he could simply apparate into her bedroom. Oh wait, bad thought Jamie. She was married and you didn't just apparate into a lady's bedroom did you? No, not manners. Maybe he's just make it rain, or thunder, lightning. Anything nice and loud. Or he could just send an owl? But should he got in person? Maybe, maybe not. Anyway, he had to say something.
"Of course." He said, nodding. Well, he'd figure it out one way or another.

'Well, if you don't have any enquirers I suggest you can get back to work. The other secretary's will be here soon; and beware, they are a happy bunch!'

What no questions? She wasn't going ask about his rather suspicious nervous breakdown? The um...murder? Apparently not. Well, no-one had actually asked about the murder, because they'd taken it to be suicide. But maybe they were just afraid of what the truth behind it way. Well, it went something like this:

The night Zina died, Jamie was stuck in the ship container. His wand had been snapped in half and he'd taken a bullet to the shoulder. He wasn't in a fit state to do anything really. He was found by night patrols on the second night and was taken to the nearest hospital. He was in trauma for two days, ICU for a week before being discharged into the capable hands of his brother, Nathan. Nate took him back to Italy, and he bascially stayed with them for a few weeks. He was pretty bashed up, looking like a punch bag. Claire was still in her first year and didn't come home for the Easter Holidays. It took about a month for Jamie to recover fully, but still had the fighting spirit. He was going to take revenge. Revenge, he knew, was a stupid way to resolve matters, but he couldn't help himself, he needed to find her killer.
He went back to France, but didn't resign as soon as he got there. He talked to his director, Shepard. He told Jamie that she'd been killed by muggle gang fighters whilst caught in a cross fire. He was lying, he looked down to his left. Jamie interagated him, he was going to get the truth out of him. Finally he found the truth. He kept his voice calm as his exterior and shot his boss with the same 44 callibre shot gun that had killed Zina. Still he made it look like suicide, as any good officer could.

No-one had very asked for the true story, or if they speculated about what it could be, they didn't really want to know. Just in case they made the same mistake. He nodded and turned, ready to make his exit and get back to his empty desk, he still didn't have a great deal to do.

'Oh Jayden ... Wait, it doesn't matter,'

He turned again, one hadn onthe door post.
"Minister?" He inquired. His dark eyes meeting hers again.

'Ah, Jayden! In the next couple of days or so, would you please mind checking out the new Muggle Studies Professor? Just a routine check; make sure there is nothing they overlooked when they accepted his application to become the Professor.'

"Of course." He said with a smile. He thought back, trying to remember.
"Terranova, right?" He asked, trying to recall if this was right. He was good at names, but he liked to check.
"And, Minister, you can call me Jamie, if you like." He said with a slight smile.

Jamie could help himself, he looked around at the pictures lining the walls. Most of them depicted the Minister herself with her, well what he believed to be her, family. Three children and a husband. He'd had a feeling he'd seen the eldest looking of the children at Beauxbaton, when he'd been to visit Claire, but he couldn't be sure. There were a lot of students at Beauxbaton. He had an urge to ask her about her family, but it didn't really seem right.

The Field-Agent-At-Heart glanced back at his desk, he would decorate it, he didn't really follow rules about dress code or decoration. He liked his desk to change colour, like the walls of his flat. Usually when people came in, his desk changed to the colour of his mood. He could still rmemeber the day his former boss, Gibbs, had entered his office with the good news about his promotion. His desk, and in those days his walls, had changed from thier usual pale green to bright, sky blue. It had taken him by suprise, but he still liked it. It helped to see if someone came in in the morning with a bad thought, it always went black. It also helped with interrigation, if they were lying, and knew it, the walls would say, and turn grey. Good trick that.

He knew the exact structure of his file, and knew what page the...parts he didn't want read outloud were. As the Minister flicked through the pages, and seemed to pause at one, he pulled his lapels back into place over his shoulder, an odd habit he had when he knew the worst could be coming. When she moved straight passed it, he raised an eyebrow but only for a moment. Nothing wrong with not asking questions. He took a look out of the open window behind the Ministers desk. He liked windows, he liked the outdoors. And since most windows showed the outdoors, he liked windows. Unless they were these knew fashioned winodws that just showed something nice, like beaches and blue skies. That was just boring. If it was raining outside, he wanted to see rain, and rain he would see. He didn't have any strange bewitched windows, just normal window windows.

'Someone like that, and best of all you pretty much get the day off to visit the school. And, Jamie, alright,'

He smiled.
"My niece goes to Beauxbaton, Claire, I haven't seen her for a while." He nodded, she would be about 15 now, yes fifteen. He glanced at the photographs again.
"I don't mean to be rude, but are these your children?" He asked, gesturing to the photgraphs on the wall.

Jamie ran a hand through his neatly combed hair. Within the next hour or so, it would stop being as neat and tidy and would definatly start up again, usually just messy, fluff. He never went in looking like he'd just walked through a bush backwards, but neat was never his forte. He may look tidy and smart now, but after a while, he'd lose the plain white shirt and revert to a normal t-shirt. He liked his jackets, and usually came in with either the grey or the white slung over his shoulder. He became much more casual as time went on. Shoes to trainers. He prefered to run in trainers and being a Field Agent never left you. Just incase something happened and you needed to run, always wear a pair of good shoes. He never knew why women in the Department of Mysteries wore heels, you couldn't run with them, and Mysteries was the most hit Department. Except of course for the Minister. Myabe that was why he'd taken this job. Almost like an unpaid body guard. The Minister was, naturally, the most targeted person in the Ministry, so that was always a way for a bit of excitement.

'Yes, Kerry, Adele and Adam. Kerry's 15, Adele 13 and Adam's 11. How old is your niece, Claire, then?'

Yes, Jamie could recall the names. Freeman might not be a very commen name, or it might be, but the first names with the second names were undeniable. Especially Kerry Freeman. Yes, Claire was now fifteen, same age as Kerry. He could remember Claire talking about her. Maybe they were in the same house, but you never know.
"Claire's fifteen, same age as Kerry." He said nodding. Yep, definatly, that might've been why he'd heard about this job opening, through Claire and obviously through Kerry. Claire sent letters home very now and then, and, being the good uncle he was, he replied to them if any were adressed to him. Always fun, right?

The view of Paris caught his eye once more. It really was beautiful. It reminded him of Bolsana, his home town. Except he'd been born in England, sort of a strange accident. But he'd grown up in Bolsana, mostly just playing in the lake down the hill from his house. Views weren't actually that interesting, but they were just, nice. Horrible word, nice, not very useful. It didn't do anything and to him it sounded sarcastic.

He glanced back at Sienna, dark eyes glittering. Okay, he knew it wasn't his place, but oh well. I douted he would get fired on his first day it he asked.
"May I ask about your husband?" He was just interested to see what sort of man the Minister for Magic went for. He didn't really know why, he was just interested. That was so Italian of him wasn't it?

Ahh, young Claire. Could you call fifteen young? Well it was younger than somethings, like mountains, so yes, he could call her young. He was only in his twenties himslef, so not much older. Nathan was only 36, Fiona only 35. Young family. Fiona had Claire when she was just twenty, Nathan twenty one. Jamie had been...wait a second for the maths, twelve. Much younger than Nathan, eight years younger. A big gap for children, but he had a younger brother and an older sister. Kitty, who was now married to Will Hampshire and living in Vienna. Kitty Hampshire, a good ring to it. Zach Petrelli, twenty-one now, six years younger than Jamie. There was a pretty large gap between Kitty and Zach, almost fifteen years. Nearly all the time Claire had been alive. Odd age gaps, though.

'The prime age for the attitudes to kick in,'

"Exactly." He replied with a smile. "I can remember my teenage years, I wasn't exactly an angel myself." He didn't think it right to add, yes I wasn't an angel I actually was sent to prison for a year when I was nineteen. That had been in his file, but for some mysterioud reason wasn't any more. He had a sneaky feeling that Nathan had had something to do with that. Nathan liked to keep the family record clean. He was doing well so far. He'd given Zach a job at the Ministry, basically found Will Hampshire and introduced him to Kitty. He liked to think of himself as someone to solve problems. Not bad he was, he just hadn't been able to get to Jamie yet. He was the rebel of the family. Working for a different Ministry along side the one person who was Nathan's one big rival. The leader of the closest Ministry and he'd always had something against Sienna Freeman and Jamie hadn't though it his business to find out why. Families could have thier secrets, he had his own. He knew why he'd taken this job and it wasn't the one written on his application form.

'Oh, my husband, Bradley, yes you may if you wish,'

He smiled back. What was he supposed to ask? Where they met, how and such. Well, if he was going to probe he might as well be thorough.
"Where'd you meet, Bradley was it?" He asked, absentmindedly running a hand through his dark hair, messing it up just that little bit more. He always looked better messed up anyway. He really wanted to ask if she knew Nathan, for he was still interested in the vendetta Nathan had for Mrs. Freeman. Well, first things first, keep them talking in a casual fashion before dropping a casual remark about Nathan Petrelli. There were lots of Petrellis and he knew it didn't say he was related to him on his file, she might already know, but then again she might not. Always worth a try.

'Your file says the complete opposite!

Jamie smiled, laughing softly. Oh good old Nathan. He loved his brother, but just couldn't understand the whole Petrelli-Freeman fight. It had gone on for way too long, so this was his way of extending the olive branch. He knew his brother didn't like it, but the letter he'd sent him explained everything. It was confusing, yes, but what came first? His job or his family. He would always say his family. Whatever happened they would be there. Claire, Nathan, Fiona. All of them. Claire was turning out more and more like her father every time he saw her. Nathan was as determinded as ever, fighting away for his cause. Fiona was always cooking and working in turn, but she always seemed to have enough free time. He never had any free time. He liked to run, but to be in work on time he had to get up in the early hours to get his morning run in. He also liked to cook, strangely enough, but cooking for one was oftern very dull, so he was just good with his wand and a microwave. He smiled again, leaning against the doorpost.
"I never believe all I read in files, they tend to be tampered with." He finished, absentmindedly messing up his hair once more.

'I met him while he was on holiday here. We just bumped into each other and just got talking. Not love at first sight though,'

He smiled, nodding.
"The best ways are always the ones you don't expect." He, personally, hadn't had the luck to meet anyone like that yet. He hadn't really looked very hard. He didn't really know what he was looking for at the moment. H.ell, he was only in his twenties, he had the rest of his life ahead of him. Actually the statement before about not meeting anyone was a lie. He had met someone, a long time ago, but she was gone, far under the ground with the pale lettering of the gravestone reading Zina Zepharelli. Long before this he'd tried to forget. Maybe that was someone you just couldn't.

He really couldn't help himself any more.
"Mrs. Freeman, by any chance do you know a Nathan Petrelli?" Dammit, dammit, dammit. He'd tried so hard not to ask! And anyway what sort of response was he supposed to get, what was he thinking he would get? Yes I do. That's what he expected, she wouldn't go into depth, kind of thats what he wanted but the question hadn't asked that, had it? Oh well, it was a lost cause.