Drew Thornton
Ministry of Magic
Auror-in-Training
I didn't do it and you can't prove otherwise...
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Post by Drew Thornton on Dec 20, 2008 2:52:40 GMT -5
Take this up there... run this down there... It was a good thing Drew hadn't gone into the Auror Academy for the glory. There was definitely no glory for a first year trainee. He had quickly learned that on top of all of the rules and regulations he had to study, all the paperwork he had to write up, and all the spells he had to learn, he was also a glorified go-fer who was constantly being sent every which way by the Senior Aurors. He had a feeling that a few of them were just messing with him when they asked him to run the most random of errands, but what could he do? He figured he was just paying his dues and figured it wasn't any worse than the older boys in the house making him sleep in the hallway when he had been a firstie. He had paid his dues then and he'd pay them now... and a short year later, they'd have a new batch of newbies to mess with.
The worst part of the meaningless running around was the fact that it took away from the time he could actually be studying. He not only had to learn the Auror manual backwards and forwards, he also had extensive Defense courses that he had to get through. Every time he was sent on a wild goose chase, it took away time he could actually be doing something important.
How did he solve the problem? It had worked his first year at Hogwarts, and while it probably wasn't the most professional means of getting around, it worked just as well now. With a pair of rollerblades on his feet, he zipped from floor to floor with few problems. Most managed to stay out of his way, even if he did get a few strange looks from the others trying to get through their work.
Feeling confident with his new mode of transportation, he wove his way through the crowded corridors, slaloming around person after person... and nicely avoiding that secretary who always seemed to stand a little too close. He made a quick turn-around just to smile apologetically at her and in the process, totally overlooked the person coming down the hallway towards him. By the time he turned back around again, it was too late. A collision was inevitable and the best he could hope for was to try not to land on top of the poor victim.
{Astrid/open}
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Astrid Stoll
Ministry of Magic
Obliviator
the subtle grace of gravity the heavy weight of stone
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Post by Astrid Stoll on Dec 22, 2008 15:33:03 GMT -5
Magical sunlight flickered through the window, tickling the back of Astrid's neck with artificial warmth as she sat in her cubicle, hunched over a stack of files, checking the appropriate little boxes. Muggle # 47234- Mr. Jonas McCusker. Exposure to splinching (See Incident # 784323.) The fine print made her eyes hurt, and she squinted down at the page, briefly wondering if she was going to need glasses. That would be an annoyance, she concluded. She didn't need any more hassles.
To say that Astrid was a workaholic would be an understatement. She was not a fan of work, but she lived and breathed these ministry documents. The stacks of folders were neat and organized and simple. She could sit there for hours, scribbling away at documents. In those moments Astrid truly felt complete. With a quill in hand, peering over at incidents and catastrophes (laying before her in a neat little text form, already handled) she was at peace. And if the desk ever felt too routine she always welcomed the pleasant interruption of having to go and Obliviate some poor idiot.
Sometimes she felt that she was truly doing people favors when she obliviated them. Sometimes she wanted to stop and ask them if there was anything else she could do, anything they really wanted gone. But Astrid was not that sentimental, not really. And besides, most of the people she had to Obliviate were hysterical and made her want nothing more than a nice book and a strong cup of tea afterwards. She hated dealing with these stupid hysterics. Was it truly that hard to gather your wits for just a couple of minutes? Yes, there was just a troll in your back yard, Astrid understood perfectly. So perfectly, in fact, that she was a witness to the removal of said troll. But now that there was no troll was there really a necessity to carry on like so? In time this logic lead her to conclude that if idiots kept on screaming they deserved to go deaf.
Folder after folder flew before Astrid's eyes, her magical window tracing patterns on her back, ghosting through the hairs escaping from her bun. She rubbed the back of her neck and stretched, feeling the tension in her shoulders, and noting the audible crack coming from her lower back. She stifled a bit of a yawn, suddenly aware of how tired she was. The bags under her eyes stood out against the pallor of her skin, a mix of grays and purples once reserved only for the color of the sky at dusk. Sighing, Astrid leaned her chin on her palm, propping an elbow on the desk. She wasn't sure if it was the lack of sleep or the dolor of paperwork that was giving her the shakes all of a sudden, but she didn't like it. Astrid stood up, straightening her black skirt before smoothing her black robes out as well. She scooped up her stack of finished folders, the manila folders heavy in the crook of her arm, and exited her cubicle with a slight hesitation. She felt a bit guilty taking a break.
All guilt aside, though, Astrid needed coffee to live.
She didn't see him as she walked down the hall, humming a little tune to herself as she did so, the concept of caffeine filling her system with joy. And just as suddenly as Astrid had decided to stand up she was down, her stacks of paperwork falling down over her head in what seemed like a melodramatic slow motion, making sure she saw every single page that was instantly misplaced. Once they all seemed to get themselves settled Astrid dared to look around, propping herself up off the ground. Taking deep, therapeutic , breaths Astrid struggled to keep her hands off her wand. Next to her was none other than Drew Thornton, looking very big and very stupid in a pair of roller skates. The small girl groaned.
"Of all the floors in all the ministries in the world, you land on mine. Splendid."
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Drew Thornton
Ministry of Magic
Auror-in-Training
I didn't do it and you can't prove otherwise...
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Post by Drew Thornton on Dec 22, 2008 16:04:36 GMT -5
Of all people, it had to be Astrid Stoll that he ran into. She had been a year ahead of him at school and obviously never appreciated his unique brand of fun. He would have been poerfectly happy never to meet up with his old house mate. Of course he could hardly be blamed for overlooking the girl considering she was well below his line of sight. Still, he felt kind of bad for running over her.
"Hey, Astrid," he greeted, trying to offer the girl an appologetic smile as he tried to gather up her paperwork seperate from his own. He was pretty sure it wouldn't soften her mood up any but it was worth a shot. "Uh... sorry about that."
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Astrid Stoll
Ministry of Magic
Obliviator
the subtle grace of gravity the heavy weight of stone
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Post by Astrid Stoll on Dec 23, 2008 3:22:03 GMT -5
Astrid glowered at Drew and crouched on the ground properly, robes and clothes smoothed in a proper manner. She then trailed her eyes away from the boy and focused on the papers before her. There was obviously an easy way of doing this. Astrid just had to figure out how.
"Drew." She nodded curtly in his direction before standing up and taking out her wand and circling the big mess of papers. "Why did you decide that roller blading was going to be the best life decision?"
Astrid, after all, was all about making good life decisions. She would rather be considered a coward, for instance, before stepping one foot into danger. Self-preservation stood well above any sort of desire for recreation. Dead girls, after all, could not have fun.
She circled her documents again before flicking her wand and arranging all of her folders into a neat line in the air. Now all she had to do was find the cover sheets to very single file. Once she had those located she could zap those into the folders. It was a tedious process but the only one that guaranteed a mistake-proof solution. She watched as he scrambled amongst his own paper work.
"Just leave it alone, Thornton. Please. I want coffee. I can do this faster by myself than with the two of us." Oh god, how dearly Astrid wanted coffee.
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Drew Thornton
Ministry of Magic
Auror-in-Training
I didn't do it and you can't prove otherwise...
Posts: 14,114
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Post by Drew Thornton on Dec 24, 2008 0:28:10 GMT -5
"A skateboard was way to awkward in the hallways of the Ministry?" he suggested, with a small shrug and a cheesy grin. Apparently Astrid's opinion of him had not changed any in the last year. "Skateboards are better suited on the roof of the Magizoology hut." Of course, he had gotten busted big time for that one. He still insisted it had all been Lily's fault.
"It's my fault; I'm just trying to make it right," he told her, even though his record on "making it right" was sorely deficient. He usually ended up making things worse and realizing that, he sat back on his heels and let her gather her things on her own. "Can I at least buy the coffee?"
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