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Post by harry james potter on Aug 3, 2011 14:29:24 GMT -5
The windows lining the wall of the Ministry of Magic's second level were streaming in bright sunlight in. This was welcome in the cramped Auror's headquarters, cubicles flush against each other in an attempt to conserve space by the Law Enforcement Department. It turns out that even though what was known as the greatest threat to wizarding society, Voldemort himself, was vanquished, plenty of aurors were still needed. In the clutter, long shadows of books and papers stacked on desks turned into shadowy mountains against the walls.
If anyone doubted the necessity of the auror or hit-wizard in these 'peaceful times', they were sorely mistaken.
Harry Potter, long since coming in for his shift that morning, was staring at a report. No matter how many times he read the words, about an attempt to break into Gringotts and attempted use of magic against the security guards, he could not retain the information in his brain long enough to act upon it. The words bounced off his mind, no matter how many times he adjusted his glasses to get a better look at them. To him, they meant nothing. The steamy weather outside combined with the droll nature of this work equalled, simply a very unenthusiastic Harry.
Standing up from his seat in his cubicle, he turned to the left until he reached the front wall of the level, near the windows. hands buried deep in his pockets, he watched the clouds float lazily by at the sun bore down on them.
The office was underground and the image before him fake, but it was a pleasant change of pace all the same.
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Post by neville frank longbottom on Aug 4, 2011 11:48:44 GMT -5
Neville, on the other hand, was on his way back from a raid on an old death eater mansion. He got to leave his cubicle quite often, because people had a lot of faith in him, and he had proven himself as an asset time and time again. Not that Harry and Ron hadn't, but each had prejudices that prevented them from being great assets on raids. Harry was a little too precarious, and Ron was too gung ho - which usually left Neville with the female partner he'd been assigned upon first starting as an Auror.
Today was particularly trying, as Neville had fallen through a trap door, into a sooty basement, leaving him dirty and gross as he trudged back into the offices, and towards his cubicle. He paused by the windows, the peace and serenity a welcome distraction from the paperwork he would now be in his cubicle all night finishing. Even more welcome a distraction? Harry.
"Hey mate," He said, still a bit off, not wanting to startle his friend as he walked up to stand beside him.
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Post by harry james potter on Aug 5, 2011 8:31:52 GMT -5
Harry turned to Neville's voice, brows raising. The man was always a welcome guest into his existence, and especially now. He could not justify to his superiors that he was staring out a magical window of illusions for the rest of his shift, so the fellow auror's arrival could not have come at a better time. Seeing him covered in debris and soot from his raid, Harry fought back a smile, pursing his lips a little. Neville had guts, more that Harry himself did, and as a result was often the one more banged up after attacks or raids. He had such the same luck during their school days, but he was no less of a wizard in Harry's eyes. Why was it always Neville? Because Neville was the only one who could take that kind of punishment and push forward, and for it Harry respected him deeply.
"Hey," Harry replied warmly, averting his eyes from the window and its swirling clouds, "You... all right, there? I take it the raid went well." Well, he wasn't missing a limb. Facing dark wizards and witches was still quite dangerous, and for any auror to come back alive and with all of their body parts was worth a 'congratulations' and a pat on the back. Once they were clean of soot, at least.
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Post by neville frank longbottom on Aug 6, 2011 14:06:11 GMT -5
"Well enough. No fighting, just a few trap doors and what have you," Neville shrugged. He knew he was lucky to be alive after each and every single raid they went on; He wasn't foolish. But Even still, Neville preferred to down play his own involvement rather than make it seem like he was more important than anyone else. "How have things been here, anything interesting happening?" He asked, momentarily glancing around the office. He highly doubted there was anything worthwhile happening, or that anything of interest had happened all day, but it was worth asking, just in case.
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Post by harry james potter on Aug 11, 2011 9:26:59 GMT -5
"The most interesting thing to happen today in the office, to be honest with you," Harry said musingly, "Is you returning." He meant it in the best way possible, but he was not kidding either. He glanced back at the cubicles to the left of him again, the haze of the lights illuminating the dust and faces of workers. Most appeared just as bored as Harry had before, others finding entertainment in folding paper airplanes and sending them to other employees across the room. Was this the working life Harry was doomed to? It was on par with the pageantry and pomp of his being the boy and man who slew Voldemort, both as insufferable as the other. But, it was his duty, and for that he would lay down his pride and continue. It was what he was supposed to do...
"I just have a theft case, open and shut," Harry continued, "No trap doors there. It's going to court tomorrow, I have to pull out my suit for it." He let out a slight laugh; all he had to do for the case was stamp the guilty plea approved, and the Ministry demanded he dress up to bring the papers to the court.
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