Characters: Amelia Bones and Kirley Duke Date: January 12th, 1979 Location: Ministry of Magic Rating: TBD Summary: Avoiding of paperwork and de-stressing over tea. Status: In Progress
Amelia had a reputation to always be the one to get hit first. Whether it was by an object, a fist or a spell, Amelia was the one that would step in and deflect it, take it or simply shield others from it. For this reason, she was a regular at St. Mungo's, and it was never rare to see her with a cut lip, a bruise on some part of her body - or in the case of this day, a small bandage over her left eye.
If anyone were to ask what had happened, the story was rather stupid. She had been called to London, to one of the tube stations, because a pair of wizards were charming the toilets to say extremely rude things to whatever unsuspecting Muggle sat on them. Her arrival on the scene sparked a chase that went through the station, up into the street, and around alleyways of London until one of them pulled his wand out and thought hexing the patrol officer would be a good idea.
The result? Amelia had deflected the spell, and the two boys panicked, and upon her approach, one of them panicked and threw a rock at her. It struck her just above her left eye, and with cussing that would no doubt make her grandmother roll in her grave, had taken both boys down with far too much enjoyment.
Now they were in custody, awaiting charges, and a team had been sent out to reverse what had been done to the toilets. When you wrote it down on paper, it sounded ridiculous, which was why Amelia was now avoiding her paperwork and was in the lunch room nursing a cup of earl grey. Chasing down toilet-charmers did not sound half as glamourous as being a Hit Wizard chasing down a Death Eater who had jus killed an entire family. Her job, however, was one that needed to be done and she took pride in it.
She sighed softly through her nose and reached up to irritably pull at the bandage one of her co-workers had stuck on her head after making sure she wouldn't need professional intervention. It was tender, but more annoying than anything else, and Amelia glanced around in a tired and bored manner as people walked by. A stuffed shirt with extremely expensive robes. A rather attractive young woman who Amelia had seen before in the werewolf registry. A very old and hunched over wizard who was probably old enough to remember the turn of the century.
She sighed again and picked up her tea, sipping it in silence as she rubbed at her forehead again. She hated being bored, but being bored was better than trying to write up how she got a rock thrown at her head.