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| Nymphadora Lupin | Aug 16 2006, 10:46 AM Post #1 |
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tick, tock, tick, tock… Nymphadora leaned back into the plush desk chair, her eyes intently focused on the clock that perched itself on her desk. She tapped her foot impatiently on the floor, mentally counting down the mere seconds until she could take her lunch break. Her large, corner office on the first floor of the Ministry had become all together stuffy; ever since the death of the minister there had been a strain on the Magical Law enforcement department. Everyone was working around the clock, trying to busy themselves with any type of work they could, for they needed to get their heads cleared of what had happened. For the most part, Nymphadora had been swamped down with questions and reports of possible death eater and whitewand activity. Her spacious office, which usually offered some refugee from the noise and mess outside, looked like a war zone. The top of her usually spotless desk was covered with papers and books; the pictures of her family that lined the edge were no longer visible, as certain parchments were daring to burst over the edge of the desk top. The two side walls of the office were lined with file cabinets, and while they normally were kept orderly, that was no longer the case. Some of the drawers were half open, and the metal tops were littered with folders and stray pieces of paper. Leaning her head back, Nymphadora let out a sigh. The death of the minister had come as the biggest shock she’d had in quite some time. As Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, she felt slightly responsible, even though she knew that there was nothing she could have done. Whoever had killed the Minister had been quick and concise about it; leaving little to no lead as to who would do it. Of course, Nymphadora was a bit biased, and had instantly assumed that only the death eaters could have done it. But, there were also the white wands; the brutal group who fought for the ‘light’ side. Nymphadora scoffed at the thought of the white wands. They were doing no good in the wizarding world. It seemed that their only purpose was to cause more hell at the Magical Law Enforcement offices and stress Nymphadora out. Their way of approaching the rising death eaters was too forward and too brash. From her knowledge of the group, Nymphadora could only assume that none of the members were seasoned veterans of the war. Had the old order still been alive and well, the white wands would have been squashed instantly. Yet, no one from the order had that power now, so the group was allowed to continue it’s killing spree. beeeeeeeeeeeeeep! Nymphadora nearly fell out of her chair as the alarm on the clock went off. She reached across the desk and hit the alarm off. Standing up, she stretched her arms above her head. She’d been sitting down for way too long. Her legs were stiff and her knees cracked when she straightened them. After sufficiently waking up her muscles, Nymphadora grabbed the brown paper bag that was resting off the side of her desk. Finally, lunch time, she mentally sighed with relief. She may only have had half an hour off, but that was plenty of time to clear her mind and get some peace. After checking to make sure that she had her wand with her, Nymphadora headed out of the office. She locked the door behind her, though there was really no need for that considering the heavy charms that had been placed on the office that were activated when she left. Without bothering to check on her co-workers, Nymphadora headed to the elevator. She knew that they were doing what they were supposed to; they’d faced the wrath of Nymphadora Tonks-Lupin before, and she could only imagine that they didn’t want that to happen again. The doors to the elevator finally opened and Nymphadora stood aside to let some of her aurors off. They had just finished their own lunch break, and were now heading back to the office. After a quick hello, Nymphadora hopped into the elevator and shut the doors before anyone else could join her. The last thing she needed was someone pestering her about work when all she needed was a short lunch break. The ride to the lobby of the Ministry was a quick one, and Nymphadora was off the elevator almost as fast as she’d gotten on. The lobby was large, filled with plush chairs and a large fountain in the middle. Taking a long look at the fountain, she flinched, remembering the battle that had taken place in the ministry so long ago. It had been one of her first major battles, and in the course of fighting she’d gotten hurt. She’d let Bellatrix move onto Sirius; she’d let her aunt push Sirius behind the curtain. For months after that incident Tonks had felt so guilty, especially whenever she saw Harry. Sirius and her had only met once when Tonks was a child, but his loss hit her hard for some reason. Now, years later, she had moved on. She’d seen so many losses that none of it really even mattered anymore. That was the risk you took when you became an auror. That was life. Nymphadora lingered in the lobby, trying to decide whether she wanted to go into the cafeteria, which was a doorway off of the lobby, or if she wanted to just settle into one of the chairs in the lobby and eat there. Finally deciding on the latter, Tonks plopped herself into one of the plush chairs against the wall. Opening the brown paper bag, she pulled out a mug of pumpkin juice and a sandwich. Yes, she was 45 years old, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t eat lunch like a school kid. Nymphadora took a bite out of her sandwich after unwrapping it; her blue eyes scanning the lobby as ministry workers bustled in and out, a few interns stopping to eye her currently blue hair. The metamorphmagi smiled as they continued on her way. They were so young, so innocent. It was such a shame that things were brewing underneath the surface of the wizarding world. As dark times approached innocence would be the last thing they needed. |
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| Oliver Lowsley | Aug 18 2006, 02:42 AM Post #2 |
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“I’m here. I’m not late!” Oliver burst out as his head snapped up from his desk in a quick jolt. He could feel the dried saliva on the corner of his mouth and smeared across the bottom of his cheek and a post-it note clinging to the side of his face. Eyeing around his cubicle, he found himself surrounded be a small wall comprised of mountains of paperwork threatening to teeter off of the edge of his desk. Oh, that’s right, Oliver thought, realizing where he was. There he was sitting in the middle of the Ministry of Magic, in his little cubicle where he was supposed to be doing his work, but instead was evidently napping on the job. Tearing the post-it off of his face, he read the memo, which was unimportant and he had no clue where it came from, and crumbled it into a little ball, tossing it into the trash receptacle besides his desk. Wiping his cheek with his sleeve, in the same motion he brought a fist to his eyes, rubbing the fatigue vigorously from them. It didn’t help much though as his lids still felt laden with slumber. Peering of the walls of his cubicle, everybody had their noses in their work and were completely ignorant of him spying on them. Just a few more minutes. Nobody will notice, his id tried to reason with him, but he knew that his conscience wouldn’t let him get away with it. So, trying to force the sleep away from his eyes one more time, he set back to work. Before him, a little wrinkled from the weight of his head, was a packet of paperwork stapled together, evidently being what he was working on when his mind failed on him. It took him a few minutes of reviewing to remember exactly what the packet all meant, but after a few scans it all came back to him and the light bulb just clicked. That’s right, it was about that nutcase they had apprehended last night, the very reason Oliver was feeling quite deprived of sleep at the moment. Some loon was setting free unauthorized dragons out into the wild or something like that and Oliver, along with a couple other aurors got the lamentable job of capturing him and bringing the dragons back. Well, really the dragons part was in the hands of another department, but they were supposed to be on hand with that as well to lend whatever services they could, not that Oliver would be much help being completely ignorant when it comes to dragons. Actually, the real reason he had been up all night, was he was attending to Evie, who had been one of the dragon experts brought in to deal with the wild dragons. There was this whole ordeal with this big tail sweeping and the screams and. Well, long story short, Evie ended up in the hospital and Oliver ended up staying the night checking on her. Thank Merlin, she was alright, but Oliver was now paying the toll of his concern as his eyelids felt like they had more weights upon them by the second. Focus on the paperwork! he had to reprimand himself, gathering his concentration. Going through the usual steps in filling out the usual paperwork once they apprehend someone, he flew through the first few pages with a breeze. It was all stupid questions like his name, ministry number, date, blah blah blah. It wasn’t until the fourth page or so that Oliver began to run into some snags. What the bloody hell kind of dragon was it? I have no clue. Hebridean Black? Antipodean Opaleye? Maybe it was a Common Green Welsh. Bah, I don’t know. What was the guy’s name? It was a weird one I remember that. Errrr, don’t remember that one either. Oliver was truly stumped by some of those questions and no matter how much he tried to focus, the details of last night that didn’t involve Evie were a little hazy. In fact, he could only remember from the hospital on because everything before that had been such a rush. “I can’t be bothered to do this now,” Oliver moaned as he pushed the packet aside with all the others. “I need a break.” Quickly leaping up from his seat, he was ready to clock out for a lunch and head to his usual spot to take a nap, a well deserved one too if his opinion mattered any. Making his way down to the lobby, he headed for his usual spot, the one he always took his naps at. It was sort of an unorthodox napping place and it would probably be one of the last places that one would guess to take a nap, but it worked for him. Making his way down the lobby, he was a little disgruntled to find someone sitting by the fountain. Yes, the fountain was his sacred napping spot and somebody was trespassing. He knew exactly who it was too, after all who wouldn’t recognize that shocking blue mass of sapphire blue hair. It was none other than Tonks, his superior and actually good friend. Though he liked the woman, very much so in fact, he still couldn’t help but be a bit frustrated that his plans to sleep had been foiled. She had always been nice to him and he always enjoyed talking to her, but the simple fact was he would rather get some shut eye than be sociable and friendly. It couldn’t be helped though and he supposed that anything was better than what awaited him after his lunch was over. Perching himself next to Tonks he greeted her with a warm grin and jokingly saying, “Oi, don’t take up the whole fountain. Don’t be so greedy,” and with that he gave her a playful nudge in the arm. “Taking your lunch?” he asked, guessing that she was doing the very same thing he was doing, avoiding the tedious boredom that awaited them on the other end. Maybe spending his lunch with Tonks wasn’t so bad. He could still relax around her, the trick was just making sure he didn’t keel over and start drooling all over her like he did at his desk. It would be hard sitting at his favorite napping spot, the gentle trickling of the water lulling him into sleep and the wide expanse of fountain ledge beckoning him to lay down, but he could resist. This wasn’t the first time he’d had to work without sleep before. It happened quite often really being an auror and he was sure that Tonks had her fair share of sleepless nights as well. “Do you ‘spose the flood of paperwork will ever end?” Oliver wondered aloud. Ever since the ex-minister’s assassination, they’d been inundated with forms. “I suppose once there’s a new Minister. Though I guess that Bennett woman is doing a right good job all things considered.” As exciting as this all was, he was about ready for things to settle down around the ministry and head back to normal. Wishful thinking on his part. |
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