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Siobhan listened to Syd with only mild distaste. She smirked at him then, and turned around, ready to leave. No point in wasting her breath talking to this man if he wasn't going to be helpful. She suddenly heard another voice and turned over to look at the man whom it belonged to. She gave him a small nod as she spoke. "Thank you. At least someone in this office has been helpful." With that, she turned and walked out pretty much as quickly as she'd walked in. She had work to do, after all. |
Edward takes a seat in front of Mr. Wordsmith's desk. "Is it always like this?" |
"At least today it is," he said to Edward before sitting back down. "I'm going to have to talk with Vanhattck about that one. I take it punishment would be administered at the camp you worked at, Lestrange?" He leaned back in his seat, trying to think of who to send to the wedding and how to deal with that rude woman. He was also going to have to deal with the Flooing case in court pretty soon. |
Yes, if one of the trainees had talked to me like that, they would have been restricted to their room when not training for about a week. Aurors have to be able to obey orders if they're going to survive. I don't remember how things work at the Ministry. I didn't spend much time in the office when I worked here." |
"Well," Syd said, pulling out a sleek quill and some parchment. "We're still currently a tad understaffed so I can't confine anyone just yet." He scribbled down a few names and tapped the quill on the desk in thought. Had he known that that woman was so... intense... he would have been prepared. Thankfully Lestrange was around. "But she appeared to listen to you, Lestrange," he said, still looking at his list. His eyes glanced up at the man, casting that odd aura Syd had upon the room. "You're a good man, Lestrange," was all he said before looking back down. |
"Thank you, sir. I'm just doing my job." |
"True," he said, signing the sheet of parchment he was writing on. "Doesn't change my opinion either way." He set the parchment aside to dry and cleaned off his quill. Setting it inside his desk, he rolled his neck a bit and rested in his plush chair. "Hopefully the day I'm in court, no one will need me," he said sarcastically. |
"I doubt you'll be disturbed when you're in court. I've been in the Wizengamot. No one in there right mind would go down there unless they had to. It's a scary place to be especially if you're the one on trial. |
"Oh I know, I know. But," he said, jerking his thumb toward the prosecutor awards behind him, "I've got things covered." He smiled a bit and sat back in his chair. Court was far less tiring than running the department. It was just going to take some time to get used to it like the courtroom did. |
"Oh you're a prosecutor with the Wizengamot. I thought you were an auror too." Edward just assumed the head of the department would be an auror too. |
"Oh no, no," Syd said, getting up to adjust a plaque. "I don't book 'em, I argue in court and get 'em locked up." He chuckled a bit before turning back to Edward. Leaning on his chair a bit, he squinted his eyes with a little smirk. "No one ever said the head always had to be an auror," he chuckled. |
Edward can't take his eyes off the award Mr. Wordsmith seems so proud of. The last time he sat this near a prosecutor; he was trying to put him away in Azkaban for life. It was only by the grace of God and a good barrister that he's sitting here today. "No, there isn't. The Head of the Department when I joined the aurors was an auror too. I guess I thought they all had been. Like I said I haven't had much contact with the Ministry in a long time." |
Syd drummed his hands on his chair and nodded. It was understandable the way Edward thought. He was sure he was going to get turned down for the job to an Auror who had proved him or herself, but apparently a lawyer was better suited. "Say, Lestrange, you ever work with lawyers?" |
Edward smiles remembering the lawyers on the island. They were nice enough, but most of them were stuff shirts. "I worked with a few, respected most of them, and even liked some. The Island generally has at least one attorney on staff. He generally teaches Magical Law. Never had a chance to get to know any of them too well. Once they discover the Island isn't a five star hotel with spa, they generally bide their time until their rotation. The Ministry generally rotates the lawyers about every two years." |
Syd nodded and walked around his desk to a small table-cabinet like that in the break room. He picked up the half empty pitcher of lemonade that was resting on the top and poured some into a glass. "Yeah, they tend to do that," he said, setting the pitcher down. "Lemonade?" He took a sip as he waited for the response and took a look in the glass,"They go to law school and figure their salary is going to go up so they can afford some pricey loft in London." |
"Thank you, that would be nice. Most of them are straight out of law school. They're generally ambitious and think working at the Auror Training Center will look good on their resume. They also thing the island is inhabited with scantly clad native girls. One look at Tucker in his bathing suit usually has them running for the hills. Don't get me wrong. There are female aurors on the camp, but it's not fun trying to seduce someone who can do a body binding curse on you before you can get your wand out." Edward smiles when he thinks of the one who tried to seduce Matil. It took both Tucker and him to get the guy out of the palm tree when she got finished with him. |
"Of course," Syd chuckled. "They think that by passing the bar exam that they automatically become the hottest thing on the planet." He took another sip of lemonade and shook his head. Rookies. Sure he was one once, but he had also been knocked down a few pegs on one of his first times in court. "But no more of that for you," he said, motioning to the door with his glass. "Now we have Hit Wizards who barge in without notice, demanding lists." |
"I've been wondering about that. I know lawyers love paper work and all, but I've always wondered why any one in their right mind would want this job." |
"Why? Well I love this department and even though it's stressful as heck, I find it to be incredibly... exhilarating," he said, downing the last of the lemonade. "Besides, someone has to do it, right?" He walked back around his desk and sat down. This Lestrange was curious, but he liked the man. He had a good head on his shoulders. |
"That makes sense. I've always been more of a hands on kind of a guy. I don't think I could stand being couped up in an office all day. I've always been happiest out in the field." Edward drinks some lemonade. He's amazed how at ease he is in Wordsmith's presense. "HIT wizards have always been unpredictable. I had to work with them on one particular case. I think it involved the disappearence of the Professor Durkshurk. I was just out of auror training and a little wet behind the ears too. The wizards were eager to work, but I had to watch them constantly. That Ms. Smirnov is something else. I've never met a HIT Wizard quite like her. |
"Yeah, I was never much of the 'go out there and book 'em' type. Our hit wizards aren't half bad really. So far the only one I've had ta' talk to like that," Syd chuckled. "Now the Minister..." He shook his head with a smile and then picked up his list. This wedding was going to be... something. Even if there was no attack, it'd still be far too much to handle. "He asks for all of my Aurors and then tells me ta' choose some. Can you believe that?" |
Vivienne stood outside her supervisor's office with her detailed report and the talisman. She raised her fist and rapped her knuckles on the door three times. |
"Now that's a first, I've never had a dark wizard send me an invitation to capture him. Has Brennan decided to take over the Ministry and declare Marshall Law?" Edward would enjoy arresting him. Edward takes another sip of lemonade and then there is another knock at the door. "Instead of joining your staff as an auror, I should become your door man." Edward gets up and answers the door. Great another irate woman. Must be a full moon or something. |
"That would be the perfect job for you," Syd chuckled. "Who is it this time?" He sat up as Edward opened the door and saw who it was. Maybe an assignment was done. If it was, he'd be incredibly happy. He could finally file something away. |
Vivienne stood there in the doorway not knowing what to do. "Meester Wordzmythe, eet iz done," she said and held up the report. "Ze talizman." She hurried inside the office and sat the report on his desk before rushing back to her spot outside the door. "I will go have ze coffee now." She smiled and walked off. |
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