Beautiful Creatures ~ Lyra & Axel

[Lyra Trix Malfoy]

Lyra Malfoy glared down at the sheaf of parchment sitting innocently in her desk inbox. With her free hand she readjusted the navy blue sling around her neck that held her newly broken arm. Bloody Chimera, she thought angrily. Behind her the rest of her Beast Tamer squad, a group of witches and wizards mostly older than her own twenty-seven by at least three years save for their rookie fresh from Hogwarts, went to their own desks in the squad room equally irritated.

Lyra and her squad were just back from wrangling a particularly vicious Chimera from a particularly stupid wizard. The twit had insisted the Chimera was no threat, his pet and personal property which they, as Beast Tamers for the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creates for the British Ministry of Magic, had no right to take and return to its native land of Greece. Forget that the Chimera, underfed and unkempt, had already attacked and injured several people, magical and muggle. The stupid wizard was just lucky no one had been killed or else he would have been charged with murder. As it had been arrested for resisting the Beast Tamers and was now awaiting trial and sentencing in the holding cells on one of the lower levels of the Ministry.

Lyra adjusted the sling again as she sat on her desk, feet dangling over the edge. Scowling, the pretty brunette picked the reports that had been delivered in her absence up from her inbox and studied them. Most of them were just the usual reports, monitoring of magical creatures near muggle and wizarding settlements, some wizards suspected of importing magical creatures illegally, the usual stuff.

“Hey Malfoy, what happened to your arm?”

Lyra looked up, fixing her angry gaze on her desk neighbor directly across the aisle from her. “Later,” she said curtly, not in the mood to be friendly. What she had seen at that wizard’s home had truly angered her. Lyra loved magical creatures and that wizard had been a hoarder without the means to actually care for the ones he had. In the old days there hadn’t been regulation on how wizards and witches could treat the magical creatures they could legally own. These days however there were regulations and that arrogant wizard hadn’t followed a single one of them. It was another reason the wizard had been incarcerated.

[Axel Colton Pearson]

Five in the morning he had gotten up, taken his dogs on a run as he did ever morning before showering and going to work by seven. But today when he got to the office the only assignment that no one had been willing to take was to relocate a mother Horntail and her eggs to a mountain near Hogwarts because after being attacked by poachers and injured the mother had settled herself far too close to a muggle town. She had already been spotted four times within the first day she had been there. Axel sighed, he really hated to do this. Ten years prior his brother had been killed on a very similar assignment that they had been working together. But no matter how worried for his own saftey the mission made him, he wouldn't let the poachers come back for her and couldn't let any more muggles find her. So he went to inform his boss that he and his team would take that particular assignment.

After several hours they were able to tranqulize her, it took longer than it had with any dragon Axel had dealt with before. Axel then sent the more injured of his team straight to St. Mungo's and kept the few that could help him transport the dragon and her eggs to the secure place they had decided on in the first place. Once there, the dragon started to wake up and Axel had kept only one more person with him, just to keep an eye on him as Axel attempted to patch up the dragons injuries before she got too awake and too angry. Unfortunately for him that didn't take long and he was only halfway through working on a rather large wound when she turned to him and burnt his left arm almost entirely, causing him to fall backward where one of her claws caught his leg when she took a step towards him. But before she could get any closer to him she was knocked out again by his coworker who ran over to him to try and help him. But Axel refused to leave until his work on the dragon was finished, regardless of the servere burns and the hole in his leg.

Once he was finished though, he was finally getting pretty weak with pain and more than willing to go to St. Mungo's at that point. Once there they kept him for nearly twelve hours patching him up. His arm was so burnt that magic could only do so much and so they wrapped it in thick bandages that went from his upper arm all the way down to his finger tips, completely immobilizing the use of that arm until he healed. They also bandaged around his ribs as there were many small fractures from when he had fallen, and they healed the claw hold in his leg as best they could and bandaged it because he was lucky enough that hadn't been another broken bone. He just needed to take it easy on it until it healed as well. After all that, and a lot of pain medication, they were finally willing to release him with orders to go home and rest. But Axel knew that wasn't happening, he still had a job to do.

Being the leader of the crew that had taken on the assignment, Axel was in charge of letting the local government know what was going on in the situation. Plus Axel planned on sticking around for a while himself. At least until the eggs hatched. He had to make sure no one found her and that her injuries healed up properly. It was going to be a few months worth of work, but Axel didn't mind. He was a batchlor anyway so what did it matter if he was away from home for a few months? Limping as he walked through the Ministry of Magic, wearing a clean pair of dark blue jeans, his work boots and a clean t-shirt, his bandaged arm at his side. When he reached the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures he took a look around and the woman he laid eyes on was the one he chose to speak to. She had beautiful long dark hair and her arm was currently held in place with a sling. No doubt she had been injured on a job.

Axel walked up to her and said, "Excuse me, but maybe you would be able to help me." He gave her a genuine smile, something about her just automatically put him in a better mood considering the tough past twenty four hours with out sleep so far. "I'm from Romania, I just relocated a mother dragon and her eggs to a new safe spot and will be staying until the eggs hatch. My boss said to come here to do paper work on the matter."

[Lyra Trix Malfoy]

Weariness was starting to make Lyra’s limbs heavy as she sat on top of her desk. It was mid afternoon and before that deal with the Chimera—which had taken up most of the day—Lyra had arrived at work much earlier than most of her colleagues in order to finish some paperwork she had left undone the day before. She’d done it but now, with less than three hours of sleep and a battle with one seriously brassed Chimera, she was in desperate need of a nap.

Lyra sighed and eyed her reports then, with a disgusted sigh, threw the reports back onto her desk in a haphazard sprawling pile. She desperately wanted to sleep; her eyes were beginning to sting. Sometimes she really hated her job Lyra decided. “Lyra! Sit at your desk like an adult!” Lyra’s boss, a man named Justin Carmichael, yelled at her.

Lyra rolled her eyes and ignored him. The older Irish man loved needling her so she’d learned to just ignore him. Reaching up she pulled the hair-tie out of her hair, letting her long loosely naturally curled hair fall down her back. “Like I’m an adult,” she muttered as she massaged her scalp, tilting her head back and closing her eyes.

“Excuse me,” an accented voice said.

Lyra looked around. Standing in front of her was a very, very handsome young man. And his accent was definitely not British which made him seem even more attractive. Yeah, Lyra had a thing for cool accents, especially Russian, Spanish and Italian, all the clichés. Handsome Man then went on to explain that he’d just brought a dragon over from Romania, relocating her and her eggs. Lyra’s interest was instantly piqued. She’s never seen a dragon before but because they interested her she’d been put in charge of all the paperwork concerning dragons.

“You found the right place,” she said with a smile. Twisting around she lay almost completely flat on her desk and opened the top drawer on the right side of her desk and pulled out a pamphlet of paper. “Here ya go.” She held the paper out to him, still smiling. “So what kind of dragon you bring over?”