Jugson (jugulum) wrote in origo_outside, @ 2010-09-07 22:53:00 |
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Jedidiah Jugson had been late to work for the second time this month. Try as he might, it was always a great deal more difficult to get ready in the mornings when he had Eloise to tend to. The servants always claimed they had their hands full with the young girl, but she had been nowhere near as difficult to manage since her mother's death. That stole a bit of her innocence, partly because a child cannot fully understand life at that point let alone death and partly because her mum died far from peacefully. Though Jed refused to tell his little girl any more than "mummy had an accident," somehow Eloise had been perceptive enough to figure out a few more dirty details. Jedidiah wasn't sure one of the servants didn't relate the facts to another within too close a proximity to Eloise, but until he found who was to blame nothing could be done to fix things.
Needless to say Eloise easily slunk into her world of pure imagination as a way of coping with the loss. Sometimes Jedidiah coveted her ability to do this, but this morning the prominent emotion was annoyance. He always managed to hide his irritation around Eloise, but the servants received it indirectly. Esther, one of the servants meant to tend to Eloise's maternal needs, rushed into Jedidiah's room to relate the fact his daughter had gone missing again. When Jed made it to his little girl's bedroom, he found she had cleared off a spot on her wall. "Check her art sup-" Before Jed managed to spew out his demand, Eloise came back into her bedroom covered in chalk. He had seen this picture before. The enchanted chalk, when used on any given medium, would come to life on the given surface. Only weeks prior Eloise had learned how to physically interact with the art, and since she couldn't be parted from the messy art supplies. Jedidiah scooped her up, removing the chalk from her colorful hands before placing her on the bed. "Eloise, listen to daddy. Miss Esther is going to take you to the park today. Try not to run off this time. If you are good to Miss Esther, daddy might have a surprise for you tonight." He knew Elisabeth never agreed with his tendency to bribe Eloise, but she was so mild mannered it always worked in his favor. Besides that, gifts managed to speak on a level the girl could understand.
As he reclined in his squeaky chair at his desk, Jedidiah smiled to himself while recalling the morning's events. His daughter's chalk managed to soil his shirt and trousers, so he had to change before heading out, hence his tardiness. No one seemed to complain though. Jed had always proved himself to be irreplaceable once he managed to get to that cubicle of his. Today was a different story though. Things were relatively slow, and he was beyond spent when it came to counting down the minutes. Despite the fact his day was nearly over, he wanted to do something relatively entertaining. Anything. It was the overgrown child within, one only encouraged by all that time with his daughter.
Forcing himself up from the chair, Jedidiah slipped by the other cubicles. He caught the eye of a new female Auror, giving her a salute as he passed. It wasn't until Williamson's cubicle was within sight Jed decided what he would busy himself with. Humming his own theme song to himself as he began to sneak throughout other cubicles, curious coworkers watched in an amused manner. Such antics were expected from Jugson. Of course he quieted down a bit when he got to the high strung coworker's cubicle, tiptoeing up to the man with the ponytail as his back was to Jed. Without further warning, Jedidiah grabbed either arm. "Bloody hell, what's that?!" he cut into the silence, causing the unsuspecting Auror to spill his coffee all over himself and his playful stalker. Jed smirked, holding his arms out as the coffee dripped onto the floor. He looked at himself as if he should have known better. Then giving a cheeky grin to the perturbed man, Jed shook his arms out a bit. "Skittish much?" The man just glared, at which point Jed took his leave to head back to his own office space. Fortunately he had a spare pressed shirt waiting for him.