Who: Theodore Nott and __OPEN to Ministry Dwellers__ (if not, it can be a good ol' standalone thread) Where: Theodore's office When: Wednesday morning What: Theodore always picks and chooses his fights...and this time he chooses not to really care about Malfoy's stupid rules since he likes loves his caffeine and sugar. Rating/Status: PG/Incomplete
Theodore was often one who carefully chose his fights, but the caffeine and sugar was a non-issue. He needed this mocha with extra chocolate just to get through that morning and to be at least somewhat alive that afternoon for further work on the trial. It was nonsense if they made him work without it. Actually, he would be prepared to consider hexing anyone who dared to enforce that rule--or whatever that was. He was sure that it was an attempt by Malfoy to look like a 'big boy' or some sort of power-wielding-super-whatever-you-can-say about that ferret. But he hadn't the time to grow more bitter or think about that outlandish control of personal power and control. Instead, somewhat exaspirated, Theodore left his journal in a corner of his office, opened on the page containing Draco's scrawl. The part where Draco started resorting to personal remarks on his appearance made Theodore smirk, as it was a part of Draco that didn't change one bit. "Utterly immature," he had muttered as he scribbled a response a few days back. In any case, Theodore didn't have the time to consider that as he had to continue his work. The department itself seemed somewhat subdued, due to the lack of sugar--Theodore was sure. But unlike him and other prosecutors, the majority of the staff didn't have the luxury of having their own offices where they can engage in consuminging illicit foodstuffs.
He was sitting at his desk, which was at a corner of the average-sized, yet well-appointed office complete with a couple of other chairs, a filing cabinet and a neatly trimmed plant in the corner. There he shuffled through his papers once more, organizing each argument and thinking up of related questions. He considered what the defendant may say and carefully looked over the holes in each question and argument, seeing if the questions left any room for insult or misinterpretation. It was early enough in the morning that Theodore didn't have to worry about noise from the outer office, so he carelessly left his door open as was his usual habits. There was nothing to worry about--after all--since it was here that the prosecutors reigned supreme.