Tristan T. Travers (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} alliterative) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg,@ 2015-04-15 22:04:00 |
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Who: Tristan Travers and Bryce Dunstan
What: Tristan meets his new probation worker. Bryce meets his new parolee.
Where: Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Ministry of Magic/
When: Wednesday, 15 April, at 10 in the morning.
Rating: SFW most likely.
Tristan arrived at the Ministry of Magic fifteen minutes piror to his appointment. On average, it took about eight to ten minutes to go through security and get to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. The extra five minutes was a buffer he enjoyed employing as much as possible to ensure his punctuality. It allowed him to account for any potential slowness of the lifts or slowness on his own part, which he employed that day.
It didn't take him long to pass through security and step into a lift. However, Tristan failed to immediately press the proper button for the floor he needed, instead deciding to ride it up and down a few times. Last week, Alden Anderson had told him he'd be getting a new worker this week, that he'd no longer have any part in his case. He wasn't friendly with Anderson, but he had grown fond of the man and the routine of visiting him once a week. And, as far as Tristan could tell, Anderson didn't entirely hate him. His initial scepticism that Tristan would follow through with anything he was supposed to had faded, and they'd had a decent relationship as a result. Sure, it was never far from Tristan's mind that this man was his probation worker, but he was also a big part of his life.
And now that part was being shifted onto a new probation worker, one with a name Tristan didn't even know.
Checking his watch as the lift stopped on level two, he disembarked, making his way toward the proper part of the floor that housed where his new probation worker would be. He'd been told the cubicle last week, and again in a letter he'd received Monday, so he knew which one to look for. He steeled himself, taking a moment to straighten out his dark blue robes, and pushed open the door.
Immediately, his eyes swept the room, and his stomach knotted up. Part of him was waiting for someone to report him for something -- anything -- and for him to end up back in prison. Today, however, everyone seemed to preoccupied with their work to pay him much mind, though one witch gave him a friendly smile as he made his way down an aisle of cubicles. He smiled back at her, wondering if it were a good thing or not that he'd actually come to know some of the others in the office by name, even if he rarely used more than their surname with a Mister or Miss attached to the end.
Tristan stopped in front of a cubicle with the name he'd had mentioned to him. He took out the letter and double checked it. Mr B. Dunstan it said, so he cleared his throat, hoping he wasn't interrupting. "Excuse me, Mr Dunstan?" he said, as he looked down at his letter again, sounding far less nervous than he felt. "I believe we have an appointment. My name's Tristan Travers. Mr Alden Anderson used to be my probation worker..." Letting his sentence trail off, he didn't know what else to say. He looked up from the letter, prepared to show it to Mr Dunstan if needed.