gawain robards (embattle) wrote in disorderic, @ 2018-01-17 17:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | dolores umbridge, gawain robards |
WHO: Gawain Robards and Dolores Umbridge.
WHAT: Best friends, Wizengamot members edition.
WHEN: Today! 17 January.
WHERE: Ministry of Magic, Wizengamot chambers.
WARNINGS: Itchy butts.
With a file of paperwork she made her way to her seat in the courtroom. She had to push past Robards to get to her seat, and she looked at him disapprovingly as if it was completely rude that he didn’t stand to make some more room. She cleared her throat with her familiar hem-hem. Dolores looked at him as she sat down with her work on her lap. “Gawain, keeping well?” She asked pleasantly, though was it enough to hide the fact she wasn’t interested at all. Why there was a shift of seating was beyond her but she would make the best of it. Besides the vote had spoken and she would work with him even if he wasn’t her first choice. Gawain was well versed in the range of Dolores’ throat clearing noises by this point in time. He’d scarcely looked up from the files he was sifting through when she’d greeted him, but when she spoke -- even if it was simply pleasantries, if Dolores Umbridge was capable of such -- he focused his full attention on her. It would be rude to otherwise. Even if his rear was itching and needed to be scratched, and her arrival ruined that. “Good morning, Dolores. Yes, quite well in fact. Yourself?” “I am so pleased to hear,” she said with an extended focus on the word so. Dolores started to shift through her own paperwork. “I am keeping well, busy as I am sure you imagine.” Dolores did not wish to brag so obviously about her work, but she was proud of the work she had been accomplishing and enjoyed the way Gawain disapproved. “Are you enjoying your time on the Wizengamot?” “Yes, I’m sure,” Gawain answered simply, covering his disdain as best he could. Dolores was a hard worker. No one could deny that. Gawain simply wished that Dolores would use her positive traits for the benefit of the wizard world rather than it’s detriment. “I am, of course.” His butt itched some more. “Hard work, and often thankless, but certainly what I expected.” He glanced at the files she brought with her, dreading what that could mean. “What are you working on today?” “I have some work pertaining to some of the students who did not return to Hogwarts,” Dolores responded to his question first. “And I would agree, it is often thankless work but rewarding work to be part of the Wizengamot.” She took a lot of honour in her position and it was not one she would be willing to give up easily, which was why she still was a member despite taking on a number of different jobs within the Ministry. “It is nice to know you are up to the task of the hard work without the glory,” Dolores said plainly as she looked to her work and hint of a smile appeared on her face. Making a non-committal throat-clearing noise at Dolores’ ‘work’ destroying more lives, Gawain tried to push past the subject. This was why he was elected, of course. “Of course it is. Public service in general is often like that.” He tried to scrutinize her for a hint of sarcasm in her words. Of course, Dolores probably just enjoyed the games like some of the Death Eaters did, confident things wouldn’t change. “I’m up to a lot of challenges, frankly. That’s why I was elected, of course.” “Well, it is good you are up to challenges then,” she looked at Gawain with a plain face. “As it is an important seat you have taken, one we never wish for you to take lightly. We have to make some tough calls.” Dolores looked back to her work and flipped through some pages. “It will be nice to work with you more closely, as we have not had the pleasure before.” She paused wanting to gauge his reaction to such a statement. “I don’t take anything lightly,” Gawain pressed. He wasn’t going to sit on his laurels now that he was elected. He had to change the course of things for everyone. “Of course it will.” He eyed the woman to see how much information she’d give up: “And will you be prosecuting those who didn’t have children show up?” Because, if so, Gawain knew he’d try to get in the way of that. It was absurd, and a way to keep the world’s children hostage. “Depends how the proceedings go,” Dolores said looking at Gawain. “But it is the law the students attend Hogwarts so I assume you come to your own conclusions on what may happen.” Dolores gave him an uncomfortably sweet smile. “But I’m pleased you won’t be taking things lightly we need serious people in these seats.” “Unless there’s extraordinary circumstances,” Gawain answered, flat and calm, but still baiting his colleague. “Yes, I’m sure I’ve already drawn conclusions, but you know what they say about assuming, Dolores. It benefits no one.” Nonetheless, he took a moment to look around the chambers and wish he could scratch his butt without drawing Umbridge’s ire. “That’s not something you have to worry about. I’m deadly serious.” “No, assumptions do not benefit anyone. Just as speaking out of turn about a case before hitting trial is also benefits nobody.” Dolores gave a weak little laugh before turning her focus back to her paperwork. “I’m pleased you are as serious about this as I am, Gawain.” She spoke with her eyes were still on her paperwork. “Too true.” Finally, after eyeing Dolores for a good few seconds, Gawain decided to ask outright. “Did you put them up to moving our seats together?” “No, why would I do that?” Dolores looked back up at Gawain as if offended. “And what is wrong with sitting next to me?” “To keep an eye on me, perhaps.” There were several reasons, and they depended on how heavily Dolores was trying to get in the good graces of her benefactors. “Are you feeling defensive? I never said there was anything wrong with it.” “I am far too busy to waste time keeping an eye on you, so no I did not request the change of seating.” Dolores gave him a sweet smile. “I am not getting defensive, it just seemed accusatory like I wanted to sit next to you.” She shook her head, “Of course I don’t mind.” She made sure to add this and sound just as sweet as she could. “Of course not.” Gawain wasn’t sure he bought any of that, but it could also have very easily been Bellatrix’s idea of a joke without Umbridge’s knowledge. If anything, he knew Umbridge would report any such toes out of line, but that was fine by him. “Not at all. I don’t mind sitting next to any of my new colleagues.” He paused as the urge to scratch bubbled over. “Look, is that Zanzibar Peabody?” He pointed with one hand, and then used the other to scratch his rear. Dolores looked in direction he point and turned back just in time to see Gawain scratching his rear. A loud aghast sound escaped her with a horrified expression. The offended appearance of Dolore continued into her offended tone as she said, “You don’t scratch your rear in the Wizengamot Courtroom.” |