Brilliant. That's what this whole fair thing was. Brilliant. Fabian didn't know why they had to choose him out of the whole damned Department of Magical Catastrophes to represent them at this showing, or whatever. And you'd think, a department this large, they're bound to send more than one person to recruit people, right? That's what he had thought, too. But no, it was Fabian, sitting at some squished table between the Department of Magical Transportation and the Department of Mysteries. Between some silent hoods and a bunch of flying carpets. At least, he had been, before he'd spotted Gideon coming down the way and silently charmed the Unspeakables even further to the left, leaving a space for his brother. And they couldn't even complain about it. Silent bastards.
He sat there, fiddling around with the stupid charmed diorama of puppet wizards cleaning the scene of a crime. He had to say, it was rather gruesome - complete with exploded limbs and everything. At least they knew the age range they were presenting to. Kids probably loved the thought of that stuff. Since everything was basically laid out, he sat in the flimsy chair that'd been provided by who knows who, kicked up his feet and leaned back, hoping to at least catch a few z's. What kind of kid wants to work at the Ministry, anyway? And if they really wanted to know, they'd wake him up. Or at least, that was his excuse.
Alright, so napping was a no, with the damn alley being as noisy and crowded as it was. If these damn people would just stop bumping into his booth -
"Oh, fuck!" He'd forgotten about the drink he'd brought, which was now all over his pants - he'd decided to wear the plaid suit, just to piss off whichever higher up had volunteered him for this job. "Damn it, damn it, fuck you damn it!" Jumping up and dancing around for his wand, he couldn't help the slew of obscenities from flowing. Never mind being professional - this stuff wouldn't stain, right? As long as nobody bustled over to his table he could try and fix it.