Post by Lyra Trix Malfoy on Jun 29, 2019 20:48:21 GMT -5
Lyra sighed, flopping onto her chair, swinging her feet up onto her desk, right on top of a pile of paperwork she was trying desperately to avoid. It had been a long week and it was only Tuesday.
All around her the Ministry’s Office for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures bustled, witch’s and wizards in work robes—some still smoldering from a recent tussle with an illegally imported pygmy dragon—weaving through the desks filling the cramped space. Paper airplanes zoomed between heads. Mandy, the office secretary, ducked without looking up from her paperwork as one of them sailed over her head.
That paper airplane zeroed in on Baine, Head of the Beast Tamer Division, as he exited his tiny office. It collided with his bulbous nose and Lyra snickered, quickly grabbing a sheaf of parchment to look busy when Baine send a scowl her way. Unfortunately, it was the exact collection of forms and other useless paperwork she’d been avoiding. She sighed, chair creaking as she sat forward, boots hitting the floor with a thump.
Lyra was just reaching for a quill when Baine stopped at her desk. “Malfoy.”
She smiled up at him, wide and innocent. “Hey, Boss.”
Baine’s eyes narrowed—he hated when she called him Boss—but he didn’t comment, instead turning his attention to the parchment in his hands. “Aurors need a Beast Tamer. You’re up.”
“What? Boss, no!”
“No arguments, Malfoy. Go.”
Lyra stood with a sigh. Her wand, a 12 1/4” piece of lyre wood with a werewolf hair core, was already tucked into her left combat boot and she hadn’t taken off her leather jacket yet. Baine looked her over disapprovingly but he’d long given up the fight to force her into the hot, uncomfortable, difficult-to-maneuver-in robes that were the standard uniform of the office. Lyra would stick to her soft Henley’s, jeans, and combat boots, thank you very much.
Mandy waved goodbye as Lyra exited the Beast Tamers’ offices and took a left, heading for the Auror Offices two levels up.
She dragged her feet as she stepped from the lift. It wasn’t that she disliked Aurors, they were fine. She just didn’t like working with them. They were cowboys, reckless—and that was coming from a Beast Tamer.
She knocked on the open door of the Aurors’ Office, sticking her head in. “Someone call for Animal Control?”
All around her the Ministry’s Office for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures bustled, witch’s and wizards in work robes—some still smoldering from a recent tussle with an illegally imported pygmy dragon—weaving through the desks filling the cramped space. Paper airplanes zoomed between heads. Mandy, the office secretary, ducked without looking up from her paperwork as one of them sailed over her head.
That paper airplane zeroed in on Baine, Head of the Beast Tamer Division, as he exited his tiny office. It collided with his bulbous nose and Lyra snickered, quickly grabbing a sheaf of parchment to look busy when Baine send a scowl her way. Unfortunately, it was the exact collection of forms and other useless paperwork she’d been avoiding. She sighed, chair creaking as she sat forward, boots hitting the floor with a thump.
Lyra was just reaching for a quill when Baine stopped at her desk. “Malfoy.”
She smiled up at him, wide and innocent. “Hey, Boss.”
Baine’s eyes narrowed—he hated when she called him Boss—but he didn’t comment, instead turning his attention to the parchment in his hands. “Aurors need a Beast Tamer. You’re up.”
“What? Boss, no!”
“No arguments, Malfoy. Go.”
Lyra stood with a sigh. Her wand, a 12 1/4” piece of lyre wood with a werewolf hair core, was already tucked into her left combat boot and she hadn’t taken off her leather jacket yet. Baine looked her over disapprovingly but he’d long given up the fight to force her into the hot, uncomfortable, difficult-to-maneuver-in robes that were the standard uniform of the office. Lyra would stick to her soft Henley’s, jeans, and combat boots, thank you very much.
Mandy waved goodbye as Lyra exited the Beast Tamers’ offices and took a left, heading for the Auror Offices two levels up.
She dragged her feet as she stepped from the lift. It wasn’t that she disliked Aurors, they were fine. She just didn’t like working with them. They were cowboys, reckless—and that was coming from a Beast Tamer.
She knocked on the open door of the Aurors’ Office, sticking her head in. “Someone call for Animal Control?”