Backstory Log Characters: Rodolphus Lestrange & Edmund Thomas Setting: 02/15/1970. Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes: Accidental Magic Reversal Squad offices. Summary: After returning from the field, Rodolphus and Edmund converse in the office while dealing with paperwork.
Rodolphus wasn’t impressed with the field events new Oblivators were permitted on. They were dull, boring, and uneventful. The fact that they were accompanied by more experienced members made any fun he could have invented, impossible. There was something off-putting about being babysat. He only hoped that by behaving and biding his time, he’d soon be free to work on his own.
Today’s event? The friends of some muggleborn wizard had witnessed his setting the pub on fire during an angry outburst. He and long-time friend, Edmund Thomas, had gone along for the ride but they’d been permitted only to question the muggles. The spell work had been the sole glory of John Wilson.
Now that they were back in the office, Wilson had passed of the paperwork to them. Something about shit rolling down hill… it irritated Rodolphus and he had every intention of complaining about his treatment later. His family’s name held clout and his father was a prominent member of the Wizengamot. Merit only took you so far - he certainly intended to augment that with the privileges he felt entitled to. Leaning back in the seat, he sighed heavily, nearly glaring at the mound of folders on his desk in front of him.
"This rookie stuff is shit, isn’t it, Edmund?" he said, turning slightly in his chair to toss a look at the other man. It seemed the two of them were the only ones even left in the office now.