A few meetings, a missed lunch, and two young hit wizards making a mistake they would not soon forget, Rabastan was not in the mood to also handle the young witch that was breaking down into tears over how hard the job was. Sticking him with the spies in training was a mistake and he was far from wanting to deal with any of it. His supervisor was not amused with his refusal to assist in the witch's needs, but Rabastan had better things to do than waste time for an event all were well-trained and well-prepared for.
Sending paperwork back and forth, Rabastan did not like dealing with the Auror Office. He found many of them to snob out the Hit Wizards, to which Rabastan insisted on having several arguments with many of them. He could not separate his disdain for anyone that did not support the Dark Lord, and it was not easy to remain under an identity all the time, but the infuriating lack of cooperation for many cases that came across Rabastan's cubicle never made it easy. He had been accused of quite a number of things in his line of work, but he expected completely cooperation from the Aurors. Too often he found himself unable to get all the information he needed as the office deemed it 'need to know' or 'classified', even when Rabastan technically had access, he was part of a different section of the Ministry—or different enough that he apparently could not get anything without calling in a favour: Jugson.
"Are all of you incontinent? What the fuck is on your shirt? Coffee?" Rabastan asked as he rounded on Jugson. Following him to his cubicle, Rabastan crossed his arms and leaned on the wall. "Give me the classified file on the Johnson-Auburn case. It's bullshit your department won't give it to us and I need to look at it to close my case. They're about to bend me over and bugger me, Jugson. I'm fucking tired of this case."
Truth be told, Rabastan was tired of working for the Ministry and pretending to catch Death Eaters or their supporters. He wanted to be caught, to flaunt his treacherous deeds in the faces of the Wizengamot as they sentenced him to life in Azkaban, then a brilliant escape...
"How's Eloise?" he asked, finally, after taking a moment to calm down. Jedidiah likely knew how much Rabastan hated his current case, and that he was not taking it out on Jedidiah or pointing a finger at him.