Tristan Ellis Dunstan (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} elmlikedust) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} wished,@ 2010-08-02 22:22:00 |
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What: Scene lottery! Someone's poking around where they probably shouldn't be.
Where: Ministry of Magic
When: This evening
Warnings: TBA
There were certain clients Tristan liked better than others, though he tried to keep it to himself. Some were too demanding, some seemed hardly to know that he - or the children they were paying him to teach - existed, and some ... some were just very inconvenient. Case in point - the Eulers, who never seemed to be able to keep a schedule, who always needed to go somewhere early or stay somewhere late, who thanked him ever so much for staying with Francis an extra hour or apologized profusely for asking if Tristan could just come drop him off somewhere on his way home. This evening, it was the boy's mother's office - she was working late, simply couldn't get away, wouldn't dream of troubling him further, etc. She worked for the Ministry; Tristan supposed she had her reasons. And really, it wasn't so much of a bother.
Stepping into one of the Ministry's lifts with his pass hanging from the front of his jacket - Tristan Dunstan, Level Three, Dept. of Magical Accidents & Catastrophes (Visitor) - he held Francis firmly by the hand and listened to him explain, as they ascended, that he was seven and a half and did not need his hand held. Tristan had just consented to let go and allow him to hop around and try to catch one of the fluttering memos when the lift came to a halt and opened - and both Francis and the memo slipped out onto Level Four and promptly disappeared. Tristan jumped out into the corridor, but too late to see which corner the boy had gone around. He went left on instinct, trying not to think of how much like a maze this building was. Surely it couldn't be that difficult to find an errant boy in the middle of an office building.