Absit Omen RPG
Role-Play Boards => Auror Headquarters => Level Two: Magical Law Enforcement => Ministry of Magic => London => Head Auror's Office => Topic started by: Edward Pratt on May 16, 2022, 01:10:07 PM
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Just before 5pm
Well, it was official. Flora Blake and Grace Eddy were officially fully fledged aurors. He’d given them their badges, allowed them to pick up the red robes and…well nothing more. What else was there to do, really? Did they want some massive congratulations? A celebration? A party? They were aurors, not Irish dancers.
It was a Friday evening, nearly the end of the work day and Pratt was contemplating his last few jobs to do before he took off for the evening. He was sat at his desk, top button of his black shirt undone and tie hanging loose. Slightly receding blond hair was shaggy and unkempt, and his five o’clock shadow was beginning to itch. The kids were with Quincy this weekend, that meant he’d either pull some extra hours to catch up, or hit up a pub or two with his colleagues. Not exactly a difficult choice.
When the open doorway to his office filled with a couple of figures, Pratt looked up from the report he’d been reading and grinned.
“Look at you pair. Crimson robes. Proper grand. Do ye know why we wear crimson? Have ye ever asked? ‘ides the blood well. Easier to wash because that’s the worst stain.” It wasn’t the real reason, but Pratt had always found it convenient. Merlin knew he’d found himself in St Mungo’s enough times over the years.
“So... I bet ye both were wonderin’,” Pratt leaned back in his chair, eyeing up both Eddy and Blake “ye’ve ‘ad these badges and robes and no celebratory present. Well, what kinda boss would I be if I didn’t give ye both a little gift?” The grin didn’t leave his face as he picked up a file from his desk and offered it to the newest aurors. “Happy qualification, Aurors.”