"Good to see you too, ol' boy," Jedidiah retorted with a playful smirk, unbuttoning his shirt and slipping out of the soiled fabric. Wadding it up in a ball, he tossed it at Rabastan. He knew his counterpart certainly didn't care for such childish behavior in the workplace, but Jedidiah thrived on it when the days dragged on as this one had. As he ran his hands over his torso as if attempting to dry his moist skin further, Jedidiah stepped over to his coat rack to pull the pressed shirt off. Fortunately this hadn't been the first time something like this happened at work, so Jedidiah was prepared. "Williamson isn't the keenest of the lot," he explained briefly, inclining his head toward the shirt before getting a start on buttoning his new shirt.
Everyone in the Ministry knew there was a great divide between the Hit Wizards and the Aurors. Of all the departments and subdivisions within each, those two usually fought for jurisdiction of cases. Usually there was a fine line between convict and dark wizard, and depending on who you asked the definition varied. Sometimes the tables were turned, and it was Jugson requesting information from his mate. Of course Jedidiah's job was trying sometimes considering he had to cover for those dark wizards and witches they had leads on. If the Death Eaters didn't work to cover their tracks, however, he couldn't offer amnesty forever. He always would strive to make sure someone else looked like the bad guy though so the captured consort wouldn't turn his name in as well. Needless to say, his job followed him everywhere he went. His fellow employees weren't exactly easy to lead astray. They were among the most perceptive witches and wizards of their day after all.
"Not everyone in your department can handle our files, Rabastan," he reminded his ally with a lighthearted smile before leaving the top portion of his shirt to dig around in his file cabinet. It took him little time at all to find the files Rabastan was referring to, but unfortunately it wasn't a case Jugson was assigned. He only had the required paperwork to give him a heads up on the case should he be recruited last minute, but Williamson was given charge over the bulk of it. "For you, we can make an exception though," he handed the papers he had over to Rabastan. "Williamson has the rest I'm afraid," he added.
He knew his mate would likely charge over to Williamson himself, so he began to lead the way. "Funny you should ask. She's giving the servants hell as usual," he finished, buttoning the shirt to the collar before walking in on Williamson. "Oi." The bloke with the ponytail gave a start again, Jugson giving a 'see, told you so' look to Rabastan before shifting his gaze back to Williamson. "You have the Johnson-Auburn case. We need it."