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Post by Arden Patricks on May 30, 2008 19:52:13 GMT
I really, really hate it here, I think, scowling slightly as I wander the corridors of the Ministry. I don’t think that I’m lost… or at least I really hope not after working six years in the department I’m trying to find. I think it’s much more of a psychological block not letting me go there, because I have to unreasonably hate some place or another at each stage of my life, and right now it’s the Ministry of Magic. Particularly anything to do with law enforcement, and particularly the Auror department.
I think I may murder Riley. It’s bad enough that he was so late I had I had to come find him, but also he can’t just work at Mungo’s (bad enough, but not as bad as the Ministry) like an ordinary healer. So I guess when I murder him justice can be served that much faster.
This thought is briefly amusing, but then I scowl again. This place has too bad a memory to be overcome with all the good ones. It makes me uneasy.
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Post by Riley Pearson on May 30, 2008 20:10:51 GMT
I looked at the clock in the room I was in. I was definately late. Really really late to go to see Arden. I wondered if she'd even still be there once I got to where we were supposed to be meeting. But there wasn't much I could do, first a couple people came in that needed to be healed and then my boss decided he needed to talk to me about training a couple of new healers and then went on talking... and talking. He finally let me out and I clocked out, making my way out of the office.
I saw Arden there and sighed slightly walking over to her. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." I said quickly to her as I walked over.
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Post by Arden Patricks on May 30, 2008 20:15:54 GMT
You can do it. Just a room. Just an office. Just an office full of people you don't like for completely unfair reasons. I shake my head, deciding I can't do it and turning to walk back to the elevator, thinking I'll send him an owl... and then realizing that I don't have to, as he's walking after me.
"Oh, hi." I smile faintly, turning towards him, and shaking my head at his apologies despite my so recently foul mood and plans of homicide. "It's fine, I didn't wait long." Just forty minutes before coming down here to the place I hate.
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Post by Riley Pearson on May 30, 2008 20:26:26 GMT
I watched her turn around before she got to the elevator and smiled a little at her after I apoligised.
"Hey.. and that doesn't matter, you still waited." I said shaking my head as I walked toward her. "My boss wouldn't let me leave... quite a talker." I said with a small nod. "What can I do to make it up to you?"
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Post by Arden Patricks on May 30, 2008 20:29:02 GMT
"Follow me as I flee this place?" I shrug, glancing around. "And that's perfectly understandable. It's fine, really. What was he yakking about?"
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Post by Riley Pearson on May 30, 2008 20:33:09 GMT
"Sure.. you really don't like it here do you?" I asked with a small smile as we started toward the elevator again. "And thanks.. good. Um.. well.. started out about training a few new healers and then he went off into his long speel about when he had to train them and about how it was horrible... made me feel loads beter that it was my job now." i nodded a little, the last comment with a sarcastic tone.
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Post by Arden Patricks on May 30, 2008 21:03:58 GMT
I laugh slightly, shaking my head. "Oh, I'm sure it did. That's not still... what was his name... Flagellan or something, is it?" I ask, pretty sure I've just spouted off a nonsense word. I don't respond to his question because I'm pretty sure it's obvious. Stupid of me, but obvious.
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Post by Riley Pearson on May 30, 2008 21:11:29 GMT
"That's not still what?" I asked unsure of what she was going to say. "Um.. close enough." I said with a small nod and chuckled a little. "I think.. Actually I'm not positive I even know how to say it right.. pretty sad actually.. Why though?"
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Post by Arden Patricks on May 30, 2008 21:18:38 GMT
"That's not still the same person in that position," I clarify, reaching the elevator. "And no reason, just wondering if I remembered him right."
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Post by Riley Pearson on May 30, 2008 21:24:36 GMT
"Ah okay.. wait, you mean it was someone else?" I asked sort of confused for a moment. "I'm confused... and oh. okay." I smiled.
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Post by Arden Patricks on May 30, 2008 21:31:37 GMT
"'Course you're confused," I mutter teasingly, shaking my head and stepping into the elevator. "You've always been confused. Have you ever wondered if you got Confunded as a kid and it never wore off?" I ask half-seriously, tilting my head. This is crueler than I might normally be, but I did just get within three feet of the office I used to work in, so that's allowed.
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Post by Riley Pearson on May 30, 2008 21:35:40 GMT
"Actually yes I have." I said looking over to her and raising my eyebrows slightly, stepping in the elevator with her.
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Post by Arden Patricks on May 30, 2008 21:42:41 GMT
I laugh once, briefly, then choke it down and clear my throat. "Seriously?"
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Post by Riley Pearson on May 30, 2008 21:45:22 GMT
I laughed a little and shook my head. "Nah.. possibly though." I grinned.
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Post by Arden Patricks on May 30, 2008 21:46:48 GMT
"Anything is possible," I shrug, glancing up at the ceiling of the elevator.
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Post by Riley Pearson on May 30, 2008 21:58:14 GMT
"True." I said with a small nod. "Ugh.. I hate this elevator..." I said wishing we'd get to the floor we needed already.
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Post by Arden Patricks on May 30, 2008 22:00:10 GMT
"Seems friendly enough to me," I shrug, glancing upwards again. "What don't you like about it?"
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Post by Riley Pearson on May 30, 2008 22:05:45 GMT
"I'm not so crazy about elevators." I said looking over to her. "I prefer stairs."
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Post by Arden Patricks on May 30, 2008 22:07:21 GMT
"Ah," I nod, frowning faintly. "You're not claustrophobic, are you?" I ask, wondering how I could have missed that in ten years of knowing him.
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Post by Riley Pearson on May 30, 2008 22:14:34 GMT
"Nah.. I don't think so.." I said shaking my head a little. "It's that whole.. plummeting to your death thing.. even if we could apparate anyway.." I chuckled faintly.
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Post by Arden Patricks on May 30, 2008 22:19:42 GMT
"Oh, right." I laugh slightly, shaking off the brief and inexplicable thought that that wouldn't be too bad, really. "At least it would be an interesting way to go."
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Post by Riley Pearson on May 30, 2008 22:23:06 GMT
I laughd a little. "Yeah, I guess so.. still don't want it happen though." I smiled, hearing the elevator ding and stop.
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Post by Arden Patricks on May 30, 2008 22:26:08 GMT
"No, me neither," I agree, shaking my head and stepping out into the atrium when the doors stop. "How do you usually get out of here, anyway? I took the visitors' entrance, so...." I shrug.
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Post by Riley Pearson on May 30, 2008 22:32:20 GMT
I stepped out with her and looked around the atrium. "I usually just apparate." I said with a small shrug. "But I'm usually going home.. so um.." I looked around a little. "Let's just.. go the way you came in?"
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Post by Arden Patricks on May 30, 2008 22:41:21 GMT
"That works," I shrug. "Are we still going somewhere to eat then?"
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Post by Riley Pearson on May 30, 2008 22:44:16 GMT
"Okay.. and sure." I said with a small shrug back. "I'm still really sorry though."
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Post by Arden Patricks on May 30, 2008 22:48:49 GMT
"And I'm still fine about it," I say, shaking my head. "I think this is by far the most inconsiderate thing you've done to me, other than that one time you hugged me, and you didn't even mean it or do it on purpose."
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Post by Riley Pearson on May 30, 2008 22:52:51 GMT
I chuckled a little bit, "Right, While I'm on a roll, sorry again for that, even though it was ten years ago." I nodded slightly.
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Post by Arden Patricks on May 30, 2008 22:57:46 GMT
"Apology accepted," I laugh, shaking my head. "Anything you'd like me to apologize to you for?"
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Post by Riley Pearson on May 30, 2008 23:00:48 GMT
I laughed a little. "Um.. if I think of something I'll let you know."
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