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Post by Tally-Wa [crazy admin #1] on Nov 11, 2007 1:22:11 GMT -5
"Where is Potter?" Dess talked quietly to herself while trying to decide whether or not quitting Quidditch was worthy this. "And why the Hell did someone decide to send me his paperwork?" She looked at the forms and sighed. The few bits of excitement in this line of work wasn't worth the way it consumed you. That was a good thing for others, but not for her. This job had always left her feeling empty. But then again, so did any job that made money. After her accident, she hadn't been able to fly a broomstick without loosing concentration. She had been at this job for so long she forgot how long. But she was now second in command, and second to James Potter. Who she hardly liked, but tolerated for the sake of the job. She filed the papers in a folder and dropped them by James' desk. He still wasn't there for some odd reason.
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Post by Ems on Nov 11, 2007 1:46:12 GMT -5
The door to James Potter's office swung open with a loud *BAM*. A tall, lanky figure leaned heavily against the door, almost slinking to the ground. A strong aroma of cologne rapidly spread throughout the room. He was dressed in the same clothes he wore the night before. Half-assed dressing, some may call it.
His sky blue polo was almost buttoned, untucked. A white T-shirt hinted behind the unbuttoned portion of his polo. A navy blue-black tie hung lazily around his neck, barely passing as a tied tie. His black suede pants had several firewhisky stains on them. Highly unoticeable. His hair was not spiked, as usual today, but rather feathery and soft.
"I'm here! I'm not late! I was here on time,"he repeated, slurring his words. His feet gave out and he landed, spread out on the floor, snoring softly.
A typical morning for one Andrew Flaherty.
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Post by Kat-la on Nov 11, 2007 13:10:17 GMT -5
The fireplace inside James’s office burst to a green light, James stepped out very calmly, and regal like before he dusted the ash off his shoulder. “Yes, you were late Andrew. This is why I had the field assignment and had to go do damage control for a wizard attacking muggles with unforgivables.” He said calmly looking at Andrew. “And thank you for doing that paperwork Miss Dess. The minister needed those signed and since I had to cover the field assignment because we were short a field agent; I do appreciate you doing them.” He stated before flicking his wand so the papers disappeared to appear on the minister’s desk.
James ran a frustrated hand through his hair and flicked his wand so Andrew was standing up again and a jet of water hit his face. “Flaherty, shape up or ship out. I cannot have someone on this team who does not take this job seriously. In addition, I expect you to come to work in decent clothes and not falling all over yourself. If you have any questions concerning this, then you can leave because I have made myself clear.” He said emotionless. James was usually not the hard ass but if he had to be in this case as Andrew could not act like this and be an Auror.
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Post by Daniel on Nov 11, 2007 14:56:19 GMT -5
Brent Tripp Apparated into Auror Headquarters, with a small cut on his cheek. He half-limped over to the group consisting of James, Andrew, and Dess. After a small pause to catch his breath, Brent spoke up. "If I ever see another mutant slug with razor sharp teeth, I am going to go mad," he said simply, to no one in particular. He suddenly noticed Andrew and frowned. "Do you guys always throw a party when I'm on a mission?" He asked, turning to James, having decided that Andrew probably wouldn't understand that he was being sarcastic and would probably say something stupid that would get him fired. ((No offense... )) //Sorry it's short. I stink at introductory posts.//
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Post by Tally-Wa [crazy admin #1] on Nov 11, 2007 15:31:26 GMT -5
Desdemona put her left hand on her temple. "Damn it, Flahterty. " She looked down at the folder and if they hadn't been standing in a Magical Goverment Offical Office, she's have slapped the man. But then again, she'd have slapped a lot of people in this job. No0thing that new. "Tell me one thing, Andrew. What the Hell were you doing last night?" She quit rubbing her temple and shook her head slowly. "Your Welcome, Mr. Potter." she felt horrible calling him 'Mr.'. Especially since he had gone to her school, though they had hardly spoken. "Welcome back, Tripp." She felt envious in a way, how some agents did mostly field work. "I'm sure others would love to get out of the office next time the slugs break loose." She said, now trying to calm down.
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Post by Ems on Nov 12, 2007 2:50:02 GMT -5
(( Aaaw.. Poor Andrew.. He's getting picked on. -sniffles- ))
Andrew felt himself being pulled upright. Before he could respond, a huge splash of ice cold water splattered across his face. His eyes widened in shock and his mouth slowly dropped. Water dripped from his hair, sliding silently down his face. A flash of anger crossed his eyes, but he held it in. "Thanks boss,"he mumbled, gruffly, biting his lip hard.
Andrew patted the now-soaked pockets of his pants, absent-mindedly. He cursed under his breath, softly before finally finding his wand. Tapping himself on the head twice, he breathed a sigh of relief as a familiar warmth rushed through him, drying himself off completely. "Ah, that's better,"he said to himself, a smirk slowly creeping onto his face as he turned to Desdemona.
"Oh. I've been around town doing things. Why? Interested in what I'm doing after work now, are you? I'm pretty sure I have next Friday open for you,"Andrew replied in a cool, silky tone. His smirk widened as he waited Dess's reaction.
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Post by Tally-Wa [crazy admin #1] on Nov 12, 2007 16:41:39 GMT -5
"I believe I'll pass, Flahtery." She passed on the formality of 'Mr.' for anyone who was lower on the command scale than herself. "I have enough to deal with, and I prefer to be always ready for when an emergency calls." She looked down at her waist quickly to check that her wand still resided there. She thought a spell quickly and it sent a necessary spritz of water. She felt better almost immediatly.
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Post by Kat-la on Nov 15, 2007 18:25:01 GMT -5
“Cut the act Flaherty, you know how inter-office relations are forbidden. Anyways, I want to know if you heard anything I said previously Flaherty, because I will not have a slacker who does not want to be here, out in the field.” James said sternly. “Tripp, nice of you to get here when asked.” James said seriously looking at him, “And sorry, you would have had back-up but your suppose to be partner showed up late.” He added looking at Andrew.
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Post by Ems on Nov 16, 2007 22:12:50 GMT -5
(( Oh daaang.. Poor Andrew. Haha.. ))
The Flaherty raised an eyebrow at James. Resisting the urge to smirk, Andrew gave a small scoff and reached into his inside suit pocket. "Honestly, boss. I may look like I'm slacking off, but- " he casually pulled out a fat manila folder, stuffed with miscellaneous papers and paper clips," I'm doing my job,"he added seriously, throwing the folder across the table. Andrew took a step back to admire the volume of the manila. "All in the span on two hours and a few firewhisky. But I got the info you wanted about the Death Eaters, boss,"he turned around, grinning at James. "And I have another date with her on...Tuesday. So if there's anything else you need found out. Tell me before then,"Andrew added, quickly.
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Post by Daniel on Nov 16, 2007 22:20:49 GMT -5
Brent looked at Dess. "Thanks, I appreciate it..." He mumbled, although he was thankful not to ever have to do a mission like that again. After that he was silent for a few minutes. Then he spoke up. "Wait...I get to be eaten alive by killer slugs in the middle of the night, and he gets to go get drunk on a date?..." He trailed off, looking at Andrew. He wasn't thinking very straight, and after not getting any sleep the night before, Brent was a bit cranky.
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Post by Ems on Nov 16, 2007 22:47:18 GMT -5
"Yes?"asked Andrew, looking at Brent, innocently. "I just happen to use the easiest non-violent way of getting info. I believe the words you're looking for is "DAAMN. That is one LUCKY Bastard,"smirked the Flaherty, flashing the infamous Flaherty smile. He ran a hand through his hair, laughing,
((Sorry.. x.x;; It's short. ))
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Post by Daniel on Nov 16, 2007 23:39:07 GMT -5
"Well, yes..." Brent said. "Although I usually try to avoid the swearing while I'm working...usually..." He added. Sighing, Brent turned away and half-limped, half-walked to his cubicle/office ((which do they have?...)), saying, "If anyone needs me, I'll be over here, sleepin-er, filling out paperwork..." He sat down at his desk and rested his head on his hands, involuntarily closing his eyes. After a second he shook his head and looked around, trying to stay awake.
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Post by Tally-Wa [crazy admin #1] on Nov 17, 2007 14:36:44 GMT -5
"And, besides, James. I believe to have heard about a date between you and some chick who was talking about 'being an auror'. Does that count for inter-work relations?" Dess would've loved to brought this up in a rude way. But did not. It sounded polite and business-like. "And, Flahtery," She stepped closer to him and flashed a pointy smile "I don;t think that'll be happening any time soon."
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Post by Kat-la on Nov 17, 2007 17:05:39 GMT -5
James looked at Dess, “First of all, my personal life is none of your business. Secondly, she is not an Auror, she does not work in this office, and she is not on the payroll of the ministry so no it is not an inter office relationship. Finally, that is not the point at hand and bringing up my personal life in a time like this is not the right time, so next time please save such comments for the right time.” He said calmly and coolly. He did not sound like he was reprimanding her, simply stating a simple fact. “As for you Flaherty, I don’t care how you get the info, I just care if it is on time and you don’t show up to work drunk, easy enough correct? And Tripp,” He said turning and looking through Brent’s open office door, “Please go see a healer and get yourself fixed up. We don’t need you limping all around.” He said with a small smile, “Besides, if I sent you home NOT fixed up, I’d be on the wrong end of a serve hex.” He said thinking about it.
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Post by Daniel on Nov 17, 2007 17:28:28 GMT -5
Brent rolled his eyes. "Fine, I'll go to a Healer. But I'm doing it for you, not for me. I wouldn't want you to be hexed into the next decade on my behalf...even if you send me on crazy missions..." He stood up and left his office, heading toward St. Mungo's, still looking half asleep and injured. He almost walked into the door leading out of Auror Headquarters as he left, but managed to stop himself from making too much of a crashing sound, with a little dignity left.
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Post by Tally-Wa [crazy admin #1] on Nov 20, 2007 20:58:59 GMT -5
Dess was about to comment on this when someone knocked on the door. She went to answer it, but an envelope was slid under the door. "Retro much?" Desdemona joked, but was wary to open it. She ran her fingers around the egdes and felt for charms. She finally opened it. "Mr. Potter?" Dess looked at the paper in her hands. It was a newspaper and the front cover was very unnerving.
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Post by Bai on Nov 20, 2007 23:59:07 GMT -5
ooc: Would you mind if I brought Claire in?
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Post by Kat-la on Nov 21, 2007 2:45:36 GMT -5
//No, go ahead!//
James looked up, "Yes Miss Silver?" He asked with a smile, "Oh, did the paper come again? I though this mornings issue was already out?" He asked as he took a glance at his desk, where sure enough this mornings paper was. "Or did Mr. Lockhart decide to do another special edition on something trivial like hair care products or something like that?" He asked with a good natured laugh. While the prophet was a good source for information, he had grown up with horor stories about the lies it use to tell and so he was raised to make fun of the paper.
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Post by Bai on Nov 21, 2007 2:50:20 GMT -5
At that moment the door bursted open, and in came Claire. Her hair fell over her face as she stumbled slightly then caught her balance. "Sorry-sorry-" she panted, out of breath. Not only had she slept in late, but she got ready in five minutes. The first time she apparated out side the office, she relized she left her coffee maker on, apparate back, rushed to turn it offm then came back to the Ministry for the second time. "Left-coffee-pot-on," she panted.
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Post by Tally-Wa [crazy admin #1] on Nov 21, 2007 18:14:54 GMT -5
Somewhere, Arkarian Goodwill's ear was burning. As was his nose.
Dess showed him the paper. "Minister of Magic: Cornelius Fudgemonkeys the 3rd dead." "I don't think that's something to laugh about, Mr. Potter." Dess said, ignoring the good natured laughs about it and taking it as something more sinister.
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Post by Bai on Nov 21, 2007 21:47:23 GMT -5
"And also, Bellais back...She seemed to have broken out of the mental hospitle you and Brent dumped her in. It's the first paige inside the prophit, she told Dess. "Someone in the lift was ready about her infront of me...."
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Post by Daniel on Nov 21, 2007 21:51:01 GMT -5
//You posted twice...//
Brent walked back into the room, just in time to hear the news about Bella. "What?!" He asked loudly, spitting out the chocolate he been given by the Healer and not even noticing it fly across the room and hit the wall. "Bella escaped?" He asked, making sure he had heard right.
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Post by Tally-Wa [crazy admin #1] on Nov 21, 2007 21:53:58 GMT -5
"I think we are ignoring the point. The Minister is dead and it's not Bella who's in Muggle Jail for it." Dess hardly cared about Bella. She could handle Bella with one song note, not that hard to defgeat a lunatic.
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Post by Bai on Nov 21, 2007 21:54:16 GMT -5
ooc: oops
bic: Claire turned around to face Brent, making a face when the chocolate hit the wall. "Yeah, last night...Two gaurds dead...Frankly I'm still trying to figure out hw exactly she got loose...Wait! He's dead?!" Claire gasped, spinning around to face Dess.
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Post by Tally-Wa [crazy admin #1] on Nov 21, 2007 22:03:36 GMT -5
"Yeah. And guess who's in Jail for it?" Dess smiled, leaving out her slightly pointed teeth and keeping her thin lips closed. "Mr. Potter appears to enjoy dangerous women lately."
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