Who: Caradoc Dearborn and Fredrick Bones Where: The Ministry of Magic When: July 23rd / 1978 - Late Afternoon Status: Incomplete | TBD
Caradoc head to the bay of elevators with a horde of others that were leaving the office. He however, wasn't on his way out, but merely three floors up, where he need to pick up a few things from one of the Departments above his. Opposite to where everybody else was going of course, they wanted out. It was Friday, so many were leaving for the weekend, with no intention of even thinking of work, for the next forty eight hours. Caradoc couldn't really blame them. Everybody at the Ministry worked hard, and they deserved a break, but Caradoc often worked late, for it gave him something to do.
If he wasn't at work, Caradoc would be heading home to his flat, by himself, only to be greeted by his miserable cat that he was sure was stealing food out of the ice box. Caradoc preferredH to be at work. At least he had massive amounts of data at his fingertips and he was able to do the things he wanted to do without having to worry about access. Being in the position he was in, Caradoc had clearance to several vaults of information that others, did not. Of course, Caradoc also took the liberty to let himself in to vaults of information he didn't have clearance on, but that's what made the archives so accessible to him. Everybody just assumed he was allowed to see them all because he was constantly in them. Of course the one place he didn't have clearance, and was specifically forbidden from, was the Department of Mysteries, but Caradoc didn't need to be in there. He'd glanced in the door once, as it was closing and it hadn't looked at all as interesting as the rows and rows of books that he had at his fingertips.
It was hard to get an elevator, but once he finally did, he head on to where his destination was, thinking about how he was excited to have these new information translated for him, from French to English on an incident that had happened the month prior, A bombing by Breton nationalists causing destruction in Versailles. It for some reason always took longer to translate French to English than Spanish to English. He could never understand that.
He exited off the elevator, and headed in to the large doors that separated the hallway from the offices and bumped straight in to Fredrick Bones. "Oh, apologies Fredrick. I didn't mean to accost you like that." Caradoc said, adjusting his glasses on his face and chuckling, he hadn't talked to his former housemate in a while. "Hear about the Tornado's? Bad luck I say. Can't play dirty quiddich now can you though? Always will get caught."