RP: I like work; it fascinates me. Who: Ted and any werewolf/Ministry Employee Where: Ted's office When: July 20, 2024, work day Rating/Warnings: None at the moment Summary: Just another Monday morning at work. Status: Complete. Note: Multiple trees and different times/meeting people
Quill tapping against his chin, Ted had to remind himself, that no, they were not sugar quills and that no, he could not suck on the ends to give himself sweet thoughts--guaranteed. He had request forms to file and other files to pull. Sometimes he thought the amount of Ministry bureaucracy was a bit overwhelming, but considering it was that selfsame bureaucracy that was employing him, he didn't think it over too much.
What he was supposed to think about, however, was what he was supposed to get for his grandmother. Her birthday was fast approaching and he needed to find a gift. A gift certificate to a bookstore would be easy and practical, but that often left the ill taste of impersonality to it. Ted would rather get her something small and inexpensive with a lot of meaning behind it rather than something just anyone could purchase. Perhaps he'd surprise her with a home cooked meal? But that would require her out of the house. He could always enlist one of her friends in the plan, take her shopping or something. Oh, that was a good idea.
Before it could escape him, the metamorphmagus grabbed a scrap of parchment and quickly scratched out a rough plan. Waving it in the air so that the ink would dry, another thought crossed his mind. What in Merlin's name would he cook? He could always make his way over to the Burrow or Godric's Hollow to pick peoples minds. He added that to the parchment as well.
Happy with his birthday celebration plans, Ted sat back and looked at the papers strewn across his desk. There was a rise in new applicants searching for the supports the office offered, such as job placement and financial support to purchase Wolfsbane. Either they were getting better at advertising themselves or there was a rise in werewolf attacks. There was no contest in which was more likely.