Wesley Montague (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} not_romeo) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} amortentiarpg,@ 2008-10-14 16:59:00 |
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Who: Wesley Montague & Charlotte Montgomery.
When: Tuesday, October 14.
Where: St. Mungo's
What: Wesley needs to get a physical evaluation done for work.
Rating: PG-13+ for language.
Status: Incomplete.
Wesley had been enjoying a much-needed day off (or at least, he thought) when the owl arrived. The Ministry seal on the back had tipped him off that it would be from his job, but it just hadn't occurred to him what kind of letter it would actually be. Wesley shooed the owl from his window and distractedly slit the envelope open with his finger. Probably just some paperwork that Theodore didn't want to finish filling out, or a letter about that stupid blonde trainee, or it could be -- oh. That.
A glance at the clock above the mantle told Wesley that he had better get moving, or he'd be late for his new appointment. 3:00. It was nearly 2:30 now. Wes sighed, tucked the letter into his back pocket, and shuffled around his apartment to find his work robes and badge. This only happened once a year; he was mildly annoyed with himself for forgetting about the whole thing. And such short notice! He made a mental note to chastise the Law Enforcement secretary. What was her name? Selena? Serena?
Once a year, the Ministry made everyone in the field portion of the Magical Law Enforcement squad go to St Mungo's to have an evaluation done. It was the whole she-bang -- physical, psychological, magical, just to make sure that someone in a position that may or may not require them to kill another witch or wizard was completely competent to do so.
A few minutes later, Wesley had thrown his robes on over his generic jeans and a t-shirt wardrobe and stepped boot-clad feet into his fireplace. A dusting of floo powder and the pronounced words, "St. Mungo's" sent him spinning through the network. He stepped out into the lobby of the hospital, brushed off his jacket, and went to the front desk to check himself in. The portly witch behind the counter assured him that a Ministry appointed official would be fetching him soon. Wesley stood in the waiting area.
When: Tuesday, October 14.
Where: St. Mungo's
What: Wesley needs to get a physical evaluation done for work.
Rating: PG-13+ for language.
Status: Incomplete.
Wesley had been enjoying a much-needed day off (or at least, he thought) when the owl arrived. The Ministry seal on the back had tipped him off that it would be from his job, but it just hadn't occurred to him what kind of letter it would actually be. Wesley shooed the owl from his window and distractedly slit the envelope open with his finger. Probably just some paperwork that Theodore didn't want to finish filling out, or a letter about that stupid blonde trainee, or it could be -- oh. That.
A glance at the clock above the mantle told Wesley that he had better get moving, or he'd be late for his new appointment. 3:00. It was nearly 2:30 now. Wes sighed, tucked the letter into his back pocket, and shuffled around his apartment to find his work robes and badge. This only happened once a year; he was mildly annoyed with himself for forgetting about the whole thing. And such short notice! He made a mental note to chastise the Law Enforcement secretary. What was her name? Selena? Serena?
Once a year, the Ministry made everyone in the field portion of the Magical Law Enforcement squad go to St Mungo's to have an evaluation done. It was the whole she-bang -- physical, psychological, magical, just to make sure that someone in a position that may or may not require them to kill another witch or wizard was completely competent to do so.
A few minutes later, Wesley had thrown his robes on over his generic jeans and a t-shirt wardrobe and stepped boot-clad feet into his fireplace. A dusting of floo powder and the pronounced words, "St. Mungo's" sent him spinning through the network. He stepped out into the lobby of the hospital, brushed off his jacket, and went to the front desk to check himself in. The portly witch behind the counter assured him that a Ministry appointed official would be fetching him soon. Wesley stood in the waiting area.