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Post by Alex Kameren on Oct 30, 2011 1:06:04 GMT -5
Paperwork. The bane of Alecsander Kameren’s existence. Maniacal witches he could handle. Demons popping up and hunting wizards for their magic he’d dealt with. Magical fluxes that led to unpredictable disaster or miracles, he’d managed.
Paperwork was going to kill him. Everything the ministry did required piles of paperwork. Usually, this was in a constant state of chaos and in a similar state of never-ever-ever finished. But now, two cases that consumed the aurors and he was not allowed to help. He wasn’t allowed to see the evidence or read the files. When usually Tynan would have been sympathetic to his position as Curse’s brother, he was being unusually unmoving on this point: Alex was not to be involved. Beyond a brief interview that barely touched on his involvement (which had been extensively more than discussed in interrogation), he had been shut out of the case completely and stuck on paperwork.
Thud. The hollow sound of a large amount of paper hitting his desk caught his attention and he looked up with a scowl.
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Post by Ryan Harkness on Nov 1, 2011 0:17:55 GMT -5
Matt had been on desk duty for nearly a month, and it was starting to drive him mad. Though he didn't obsess or revel in the cases run in collaboration with the Auror department, he did miss the patrol. But Law Enforcement didn't want him interacting with his coworkers who may be informed on Jack Harkness's case or anything to do with Castle Innvar, so he was assigned to desk duty. Desk duty was murder to Matt. The solitary of office work was killing him.
At least today he had a partner for it. Matt had no idea who he was going to be working with, he guessed some sort of secretary. or another uninvolved hitwizard. He never worked with the aurors, the pretentious bastards. He avoided them at all costs, and loathed working with him. Which was why, when he opened the door, Matt's hope sank. He recognized the tall lank form of one of the Kameren aurors anywhere. The reapers of the Ministry, they were known as. Matt couldn't tell the two bloody aurors apart, however, so he avoided greeting the man with his name. Instead, he dropped his files roughly on the desk in front of him.
"Lets get started, shall we?" Matt met the auror's scowl with a hard look of his own, pulling up a chair and pulling a quill out of his hitwizard jacket. He pulled the first stack of paperwork off the pile and started writing the basic file information; these cases were from auror-hitwizard collaborative cases, so they required an auror and a hitwizard to collaborate together. Matt should have known it would be a Kameren. "Matt Black, by the way. Call me Black, don't call me Matt." The wizard's clear blue eyes glanced up at the other man's sharp green gaze, meeting his stare steadily. He sighed, resuming his paperwork. "You're a Kameren. You the murderer, or the stutterer?"
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