Terence A. Higgs (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} theobliviator) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} strugglewithin, |
Terence sighed when she asked what it was that he did in his department. Being an Obliviator came with its perks, but if he ever had to tamper with somebody's memory, especially a person who knew that he was an Obliviator, then it made it much more difficult for him to work without being suspected of memory alteration.
"I'm an Obliviator," Terence said. "I do most of my work on muggles, like if they see one of our buildings appear out of thin air, I take care of it, but I work a bit with the MLE as well." He didn't feel like he really needed to explain his job, most people knew what Obliviators did.
"I'm sure that you wouldn't," Terence said with a smirk. Of course she'd specifically said a fancy dinner out. Terence wouldn't particularly mind taking her out. "That could be a suitable reward that I could arrange, but the dancing would depend on where you'd like to go." Terence thought that dancing, in general, was just an excuse for groping in the dark. He personally thought there were much more efficient ways to accomplish that particular goal.