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Alixandr Savage should be mental by now. (savagelaw) wrote in wished,

It was a little hard to keep his mind on work when it had just been a couple days since the reappearance of Trish, but he was managing. He had to keep up with his job unless he wanted to get tragically behind. Not to mention, there was something about a new intern and he had been put in charge of determining whether or not a particular soul was fit for the job or not.

He had abandoned his office once George had dumped the massive amount of papers into it. He carried only a few with him in a briefcase, but that was because he was looking over several documents and formulating the basis for an argument defending a particularly amusing case.

Already, he was apprehensive about the one person that had already come forward for the job. He needed help quickly, yes, but he wasn’t willing to hire someone that he didn’t feel he could trust. He got the feeling from the journals that the bloke was a bit...off. Alix had even flipped back through previous entries and it made him that much more wary. The writing looked as if the boy were out of his bloody mind about half of the time. He’d done a bit more research on him as well, the night before. The boy’s name was Nikolai Urquhart...he was from one of the pureblood families that made all wizards look bad with their crazy muggle-hating ideals. However, he was willing to at least enter the situation with a mostly open mind, but he had his reservations. The Auror in him made him wary of all prospects.

As soon as he heard his name, he looked up, instantly appraising the bloke standing in front of him. He was very young to Alix’s eyes...he was dressed presentably, and his hair was combed, but Alix took in the lip piercing, the paleness, and the jet black hair and immediately wondered where he came from. Was that some kind of new trend? “Alixandr Savage,” he amended, straightening up the papers he’d been looking at, “You must be Nikolai.”