....What Now? (OPEN TO ORDER MEMBERS.)

Archer nodded once. "A wise decision." she muttered, acknowledging Mad's dedication to the Order.

She smiled stiffly at the woman who walked in, with a hint of sarcasm.

"And I don't believe I've met you before. Augatha Bones, Deputy Minister, correct? I'm positively honoured." she drawled, undertones of bitterness laced in her voice. She despised the ministry and their decisions, even if one of them was fighting for her cause. Meddlers. The lot of them.

Augatha gave a charming smile in return, "That's right. So you've seen me before I presume. Call me Faye. And who you might be?" She could sense the bitterness coming off off her. She raised an eyebrow, she didn't remember doing anything to her, or anyone looking like her, really.

"Bree Archer." she nodded.

"Got it, Faye. And I go by Archer." Anyone who called her Bree would end up dead. Only one person in her life had she given that privilege to.

Mad returned Augatha's nod and then watched the exchange between the other two women quietly. Tensions were inevitable in any group, naturally, so she didn't bother about it. Besides, Mad Lewis was not exactly known to be a peace maker. In fact, her abrasive nature stirred up plenty of disagreements on its own.

Augatha nodded, "Archer, nice to make you acquaintence. So what are we doing here today?"

"I've just arrived." she said, her gaze shifting to Anna.

"And we're trying to teach this one how to throw a dagger." she drawled, tilting her head back in mock exhaustion.

Anna grinned sheepishly before she threw the dagger in the air. This time, instead of staying in a wall, it stuck between the seams of a crack, making her look better than she actually was.

"That was so not supposed to happen!" she whispered in frustration to herself when she began to withdraw the dagger from the crack.

Augatha smiled at the kid, "Try holding the tip of the blade with your thumb and index finger. Like this." She showed her with a dagger.
"And now you pull it back over your shoulder like this and throw." She demonstrated. the dagger cut through the air wih a hiss, pierced the wall and quivered dangerously.

Archer arched an eyebrow at the Deputy Minister.

"Not bad...for a ministry worker." she smirked.

"So," she looked at Mad and Augatha.

"Who will I be working with?" she said.

"I believe that rather depends," Mad told Archer. "Who works with who tends to depend upon whom is available at a given time. And who can get along without killing each other," she added wryly.

"If you are referring to the present moment, and/or training for these junior members," the older woman indicated Karma and Anna, "I am presently unoccupied, apart from seeing to the preparation of training rooms."

The new Order Member appeared with a quiet crack of sound outside of the Headquarters, her dark brown cloak swirling around her feet.
It hadn't been a good day so far, walking around her small town meant she was subject to threats and judgement for doing the simplest things, like buying a loaf of bread from the bakery because those muggles didn't like her.
Pathetic.
She shook her head as she stepped lightly through the door and walked toward the sound of voices that echoed softly through the hall. Perhaps it would be best to banish all thoughts of the day from her head.
With a small smile at a stray thought, she concentrated on shifting forms, her red hair becoming fur as she shrank mid-stride. She entered a room with the source of the voices she heard and jumped up on a chair, curling her tail around her paws and letting out a small mew of acknowledgement to everyone.