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Post by RODERICK BRASK on Nov 20, 2016 18:30:46 GMT
 Roderick let out a long huff the moment the elevator doors closed. He rolled his shoulders, feeling a slight pop in his shoulder blades. He stretched each side of his next as the elevator made its descent down to the ground floor. There were so many cases to look over today and so little time to do so. It almost made him wonder if he would actually get a chance to go home to Emeline tonight. He loved his job; he truly did… but on days like this he wondered why he ever accepted the position as the Department of Justice Head. It was definitely a lot more work than his previous position as judge and before that when he was a prosecution lawyer.
The door opened with the usual little ding and Roderick stepped out, moving his briefcase from his left hand to his right. It was heavier than usual today… probably because it contained more documents than usual. He had been given quite a few cases to review and decide if they needed to go to the highest court. He walked immediately towards the little tea shop and sat down at his usual table. He was pleasantly surprised to find Amorten-tea-a when he first began working at the MACUSA. The tea definitely wasn’t English tea, but it served him well enough on lunch breaks. He draped his suit jacket over the chair at his table and took his briefcase with him. He didn’t dare leave it unguarded. After all, the documents within were fairly sensitive. He ordered his usual Earl Gray tea and Caesar salad. He carried the salad with his free hand and muttered a quick hovering charm for his tea. It was small enough to where he didn’t need a large amount of concentration to sustain the spell.
Roderick sat down and watched as the tea lightly floated to the napkin next to him. He set his salad to the side for the time being; he didn’t have any intention of starting his lunch until he looked at some of these reports. He opened his briefcase and took out the first binder of reports. He almost snickered when he saw that it was a case his wife was a part of. Of course he happened to pick this one first. Was the universe trying to tell him to not work overtime again? Emeline would appreciate that, but it wasn’t as if Roderick was in a position to shirk his duties. He opened up the binder, took out a pen, and began to study the words and data in front of him. He didn’t even notice when someone approached the table.
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Post by PERRY FELLWICK on Nov 22, 2016 18:11:20 GMT
[attr="class","wall"] Perry sat in his office, new office. The office was new and he was still going on about it. He had been told to shut up by Benjamin at least six times in the last day and Ben didn't even work in the same department so you can imagine how everyone else felt. But with the new office came new paperwork. All the paperwork in fact because the head of the department was a traditional old doddery man who expected Perry to pick up all of the slack that he was leaving behind. Which partially had Perry mentally going over the draught of living death in his head and how he would slip it into the man's tea. Not that he would literally kill the man...yet.
He groaned as another paper mouse scurried through the pipes and onto his desk, unfolding itself practically in his lap as the sheet Perry was working on folded up and scurried off into the red pipe at the side of the room. He yawned, quickly covering his hand with his mouth. It had been a long night and the day wasn't very forgiving. Looking down at the new piece of paper he realise it was a scribbled note instead of anything of any value. Gritting his teeth he read it and re-read it, just to make sure he knew what it was trying to say.
He was to go and find the head of the department's lunch order. Find it. He was not a personal assistant, thought he was an assistant. He was not a coffee fetcher, or a lunch finder. He had an actual job to do. Rolling his eyes he elected to throw the paper off his desk and go back to what he was working on. Clearly his boss thought that might have been the case, quickly the paper folded itself back into the mouse shape, scurried back onto the desk and bit Perry's finger with enough force to even draw blood. Why were paper cuts so painful?
He hissed and batted the mouse away, but reluctantly got to his feet. Grabbing his jacket he headed out the door and down the flight of stairs to the main hall and the little cafe. It was nice being on the first floor, so close to the main entrance for an easy escape from work. But those on the higher levels did get the better views. Shrugging his jacket onto his shoulder he walked into the cafe and joined the queue. It took him a moment to realise that the cafe was fairly full with the lunchtime rush, and that so many other people were ordering their lunch. His stomach growled. He should probably be doing the same.
Eventually he made it to the front of the line and was about to as where his boss' lunch was when the man behind the desk opened his mouth and pointed wordlessly at Perry. In a flurry of motions a sandwich and a coffee was cobbled together and sent up the pipeline to the main office. Perry smirked, well that was his job done. Maybe he could stay for lunch after all.
Grabbing a sandwich and a butterbeer he headed over to the one free table. He took note of the person sitting there, Roderick Brask. He was the head of the department of justice, which was probably why no one wanted to disturb his work. But Perry needed to sit down and he didn't really mind who he disturbed.
Mind if I sit? he asked, not waiting for an answer before he sat down and nodded his head in the direction of Brask's papers. Filling in the Bramwell case? Hell of a way to go, Perry commended lightly. A wizard had been found tied to a dunking chair, it seemed like a group of complete freaks was trying to bring back the old ways of finding out if wizards existed. A burning fire was easy to escape from, a chair underwater? Not so much. His department had found out the details, but Brask's was responsible for the main bulk of the paperwork and what to actually do with the no-maj that had been captured.
Are they still debating just obliviating him? Seems a bit of a waste of a witness. I don't see why you can't just chug a load of veritaserum down his throat? Guess the no-maj government isn't too keen on that...
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MACUSA
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Post by RODERICK BRASK on Nov 24, 2016 18:08:10 GMT
"Mind if I sit?" a voice asked. Only Roderick's eyes moved to look at the sound, every other part of him remained exactly as they were; hand poised to write signatures, body hunched ever so slightly over the files, head down. The source of the voice was a young man, probably not even five years older than his own children. This person didn't even wait for an approval before sitting down in front of him. Roderick tensed his jaw. This kid really had the nerve to just sit down next to a Department Head? "Filing in the Bramwell case? Hell of a way to go."
Roderick let out a slow breath and finally actually looked up at the man. He narrowed his eyes briefly before finally recognizing him. Roderick didn't know Perry Fellwick personally, but his wife had certainly complained about him enough for Roderick to know exactly who he was. He had just become an assistant within the Department of Law Enforcement. That at least explained how he knew of the case to begin with. "Are they still debating just obliviating him? Seems a bit of a waste of a witness. I don't see why you can't just chug a load of veritaserum down his throat? Guess the no-maj government isn't too keen on that..."
"No they aren't," Roderick said stiffly. "Neither is the ethics committee. Not to mention as of now, we still aren't certain whether the no-maj in question was actually involved or merely a bystander who happened witness the occurrence." He turned back to the file and signed the bottom of one of the documents. There was no question about whether or not this case would be tried in his court. The severity of it was too much for the lower courts that normally dealt with accident exposures of magic and custody cases. He took a long, long sip of his Earl Gray and leaned back in his seat.
"We've never met, but I certainly know who you are Mr. Fellwick," Roderick said. "Emeline's come home complaining about you on more than one occasion." He took another short sip of his tea before saying, "While not at all innovative, your opinion is noted and your boldness is somewhat commendable, but I've been managing cases like this since before you were born." He took out another document regarding the witness statement of the no-maj found at the scene and started reading it intently. "I'm surprised you actually have to be here. Your department's Head is notorious for avoiding his own paperwork."
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Post by PERRY FELLWICK on Nov 26, 2016 10:21:12 GMT
[attr="class","wall"] Perry was about to open his mouth and argue the case for using the truthfulness potion, but the cafe was an open space. So while going over the brief outline was fine, any details could fall into the wrong hangs. Perry was pretty sure that some of the visitors to the cafe weren't there for a nice day out. Closing his mouth he took a sip of his drink and gave a half hearted shrug in reply, figuring it was probably better to just agree with the other man than start a conversation neither of them could finish.
He couldn't help but smirk slightly into his drink at the mention of the man's wife. Emeline was a lovely woman, very thoughtful and caring and certainly not the type of person to associate herself with Perry. But she had been tasked with showing him around the department when he got the job. It was weird to think that he was technically her boss, but he knew that she wouldn't take any crap from him anyway so he'd never pulled rank. She currently knew more about the department than he did, so he tried to keep her on his side. Which was hard because Perry wasn't always a people person. He pulled a face that could have been seen as an apology to the man, but didn't give the words away. He knew he was a hard pill to swallow sometimes, but at least his heart was in the right place.
Well that's not at all condescending, he said with his eyebrows raised. The age comment. A classic. Perry had been at MACUSA since he had left school and had become one of the fastest raises to Department Assistant for a long time. He already had his eye on the main job when the old man snuffed it and even had plans to go as far as president - but maybe in his thirties. He had ambition and sometimes it was cruel, sometimes he pushed people too hard or too long to get them to finish a job. But he had calmed down now, he knew people's pressure points a little better. But no matter how hard he worked, or what role he had there was always some older wizard making comments about "when I was your age" or "I know because I've been doing the job for centuries". It was a broken record and Perry had almost learned how to ignore it. Almost.
But a smile appeared on his face at the mention of his boss. He was glad to see that the man's lack of work hadn't completely gone unnoticed. Don't worry, he lets me out for food and water when I've been a good boy, Perry said with a smirk, taking a bite out of his sandwich. I have six of his files and two of my own to complete by the end of the day. So I should be done about eleven. Which isn't too bad, he said offhandedly, as if late nights were a common thing. Which they were. Perry's body had strained under the pressure before, but it had adapted and was learning to cope with the workload. I was here to collect his lunch, but they sent it up so I figured a five minute break wouldn't kill him. Or maybe it would, either way it was a win for Perry.
So how is Mrs Brask? I haven't see her today, but I know she had plans to go out and visit someone about an unregistered self-stirring cauldron?
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