Who: Alicia Spinnet and Cormac McLaggen When: July 19, 1997, late morning. Where: Ministry of Magic What: Cormac is legitimately trying to help...mostly. Rating: Lowish I think. Mac's at work, and he tends to keep the swears to a minimum there. Open/Closed: Closed
Cormac wondered for a moment why his boss was sending him all over the place making sure that people were out of the building, among other little tedious errands, and then he remembered, yeah, still the low on the food chain. At least he was no longer the lowest man on the food chain, he tried to reassure himself. One day soon this part of job would be over and he'd be instated as a full and active Hit Wizard, and life would be perfect. Probably. Either way, now things seemed to be settling down from his end of things, save for the shooting pain that now had engulfed his right foot where a delightful woman and stomped on it with her high heels because he'd told her to keep moving rather than stand there, gawk and be in the way as she watched the Aurors and Curse breakers work. For once, he felt it was kind of unwarranted, he hadn't been mean about it, but he hadn't exactly in been in the mood for hand holding and coddling either. Actually, maybe the comment about picking her up and carrying her out the door himself if he had to, might have been a bit much. Maybe. At least he hadn't resorted to name calling like some people. Troll. Who did she think she was? He was just trying to do his job!
Cormac let out a somewhat annoyed sigh, as he made an attempt to not put too much weight on his foot, but without showing that's what he was trying to do. As he rounded the corner as he made way back to where he was pretty sure his boss would be, he spotted a familiar brunette and couldn't help but find himself walking in Alicia's direction. He stood next to her making it appear as if he was merely collaborating with his fellow Law Enforcement counterpart so that neither of them would get in trouble for not doing what they were supposed to be doing or something along those lines. "Anyone getting out of control over here?" he asked his friend as a a very small smirk forming on his face as he crossed his arms over his chest. Part of him was here to legitimately see if there was anything he could do to help, the other half, well, someone had to make sure that Alicia was okay. Not that she couldn't handle herself, because as he'd learned first hand several times, she was more than capable of handling herself. But still, that's what friends did right?