Nicholas felt awkward walking through the aurors' office.  He'd been in there before of course.  Hell he'd even been in the department head's office, well outer office.  But for whatever reason reporting to the Head of the Auror Corps was awkward.  He had the memo folded up in his hand.  Partly as proof he was supposed to be there and partly because he couldn't remember what he was supposed to do with memo's classified as level two secrecy.  Nor could he remember who he could even ask.  And he really only wanted to ask why him but he knew better.  And it was probably a good sign.

Or they were trying to permanently get rid of him.

He probably should have waited till after lunch to report to level two, but for whatever reason he'd decided it was better to get it over with rather than delay.  Som's memo had said he had till the end of the day, why hadn't he waited till the end of the day.

Nicholas took a deep breath and then knocked on the door frame.  Too late now. "Excuse me, sir?  I was told to report for combat training."

Edward Pratt was extremely tired. While the obvious work was most undoubtedly a factor in this exhaustion, the largest factor had been his children. The last 2 nights had been his nights. Normally a joy, Ed had been horrified to find out that Brooke, his almost 3-year-old, happened to have, in the previous week, discovered defiance. Not normal toddler defiance, but refusal to comply with almost anything defiance. As such, it had been at least 11 in the evening but the time he’d managed to settle her and her 5-year-old brother in order for him to go to bed. That may have been okay if she hadn’t woken in the night to come into his bedroom and scribble all over the room in crayons and scream until he relented and let her climb into bed with him where all she did for hours was kick him and starfish.

As such, Edward Pratt looked exhausted when he was sat at his desk. He looked up, groggy eyes taking in the young brown haired wizard at his office door. The wizard looked like a teenager, fresh faced and just out of Hogwarts.

“To me?” Pratt asked, lifting his hand to rub his chin where he’d not shaven this morning. Thin blond stubble had begun to grow, making him look a little more unkempt than usual. It had been worth it for an extra 5 minutes asleep this morning. “Wha’s yer name, kid?”

Nicholas cursed his luck when Pratt looked up and his exhaustion was evident.  He'd heard some things about Pratt from friends and well Ministry gossip.  Given the way he looked, he didn't think he was about to get the man in a good mood.

“To me? Wha’s yer name, kid?”

"Yes, sir.  The memo said to report to you."  He stepped forward and held out the memo.  Only bristling a little at being called kid.  He wasn't that young.  He'd at least sat his N.E.W.T.s. And he was a full obliviator.  He'd finished all his standard training.  He worked out in the field alone plenty.  Where plenty of muggles commented on his age.  Right before he erased or modified their memories.

"Nicholas Bevans."