Details of your incompetence...
Category: Pink Sheep RPG
This was supposed to go up on the 15th, but I was busy and completely forgot. Pretend it happened then, please! :*
The toe of Pansy's leather Christian Louboutin tapped irritably on the cheap linoleum floor in the front office of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. If looks could kill, the simpering secretary giving her a bored look would be dead, cremated, then resurrected so she could kill her again.
"What do you mean, he's not in?" she asked incredulously. "It's the fifteenth. Where else would he be?"
"Auror Jones is not in ma'am." Alice shuffled some papers. "Would you rather reschedule your appointment ? Or meet with another Auror?"
"You will either find another Auror, or make a note for Auror Jones that I arrived for our appointment and he did not," she said icily. "Either way, when I leave today, I will not darken the Ministry's doors until the first of October."
Alice resisted the urge to roll her eyes and instead scanned the charmed parchment that let her know which aurors were free. Tapping the first name she came across, she looked up at the dark haired woman, giving her a bland smile. "Auror Finch-Fletchley will be with you shortly."
Justin let out a sigh when he was alerted to Alice's alert. With his sister just weeks away from giving birth, his caseload was weighing heavily on his shoulders. Standing, he straightened his collar and went to see what the secretary wanted.
"Yes, Alice?"
"Miss Parkinson is here to see Auror Jones."
Justin closed his eyes for a second. He'd rather not deal with this particular case. Anything but this one. "Auror Jones isn't here today."
The young woman shot him an irritated look. She knew that, thank you very much. "And Miss Parkinson requested to meet with an Auror."
"Can we just get this over with?" Pansy snapped, glaring at the pair of idiots who stood there, breathing her precious oxygen and being a general waste of space. "I do have other places to be."
And some of us have better things to do than cater to snippy little bitches, Justin thought privately, though he simply smiled at her and indicated that she should follow him to his office. Summoning the case file, he sat down and waited for her.
Pansy's lips curled in the barest hint of a smirk as she took a seat in the shabby chair across from the pasty-faced Auror. Justin Finch-Fletchley: Mudblood, Auror, and Alexander Mason's protege. She'd heard that he'd been the one to find the body after Adrian had done his job.
The very idea filled her with a cold delight.
Justin looked at her cooly, noting the bit of smirk playing at the edge of her lips, he bit back a sigh. It was going to be one of those meetings. Damn. He had no lost love for Pansy Parkinson. She had deserved everything she had gotten and more. Rich, spoiled, pureblooded snob. Deciding the best way to set her teeth on edge would be to be as polite as possible, to give no hint of annoyance away.
Pulling out a sheet of the standard questions, Justin also took out a quick quotes quill and set it up. "Just the standard questions for today, Miss Parkinson. Like you said, you have other places to be." Tapping the quill, he began to read, "Who have you been in contact with? When was the last time a ministry representative visited your property? Have you made any large or unusual purchases in the last fortnight?"
Trying her hardest not to roll her eyes, Pansy replied, "I've been in contact with Astoria Greengrass, Lyssander Montague, Millicent Bulstrode, my financial advisor, my barrister, numerous shopkeepers around Europe, my garderner, my masseuse, my hair stylist, my manicurist, the household staff, and numerous others." Honestly, did they expect her to write down the names of every single person she talked to? Utterly ridiculous.
"The last date of my home being invaded by Ministry workers was the tenth of this month, and I recently purchased a thoroughbred stallion and a villa in Tuscany." She'd also picked up a few poisons and antidotes in Berlin, not that Auror Mudblood needed to know about those.
Justin nodded. "Have you dealt with any dark or forbidden magic in the last fortnight? Has anyone approached you about any dark or forbidden magic in the last fortnight?"
"No on both accounts." And if she had been, did he honestly think she was stupid enough to admit it?
"Have you committed any acts against the laws of this sovereign nation and that would go against your terms of parole?"
"No."
Justin highly doubted that, but considering this wasn't his case and Jones couldn't even be bothered to notify his parolees of his absences, he really could care less. "Well, thank you Miss Parkinson for coming in today. If you could please sign the bottom of the form." Signing and dating the piece of parchment, he passed it over to her, offering his quill.
Pansy took the quill from him and signed the parchment quickly, handing it back to the blonde when she'd finished. "Have a most pleasant day," she remarked, even as she wished he'd drop dead where he sat.
He gave her the polite smile he had learned as a child. "You as well, Miss Parkinson. You as well."
Sniffing slightly, she rose and gathered her Hermès handbag from the empty seat, breezing out of the office without another word. Someday, she would finally be free from these inane and meaningless 'correctional' meetings.
Justin's eyes tracked her movements as she left his office. Every time he dealt with Pansy Parkinson, he was reminded why he disliked the majority of his aristocratic peers. Many thought they were better than everyone solely because they had money, money that hadn't even earned. While there were things to be said about having good quality and nice items, there was no need to be utterly rude to those who did not show off their wealth like they did.
He stood and shuffled the papers back into the file before banishing it back to the records room. He would have to speak to Kingsley about Jones and his complete and utter lack of respect about protocol. It was not his job to deal with Pansy Parkinson. And hopefully it never would be.
Summary: Pansy has to deal with Justin during her parole meeting.
This was supposed to go up on the 15th, but I was busy and completely forgot. Pretend it happened then, please! :*
The toe of Pansy's leather Christian Louboutin tapped irritably on the cheap linoleum floor in the front office of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. If looks could kill, the simpering secretary giving her a bored look would be dead, cremated, then resurrected so she could kill her again.
"What do you mean, he's not in?" she asked incredulously. "It's the fifteenth. Where else would he be?"
"Auror Jones is not in ma'am." Alice shuffled some papers. "Would you rather reschedule your appointment ? Or meet with another Auror?"
"You will either find another Auror, or make a note for Auror Jones that I arrived for our appointment and he did not," she said icily. "Either way, when I leave today, I will not darken the Ministry's doors until the first of October."
Alice resisted the urge to roll her eyes and instead scanned the charmed parchment that let her know which aurors were free. Tapping the first name she came across, she looked up at the dark haired woman, giving her a bland smile. "Auror Finch-Fletchley will be with you shortly."
Justin let out a sigh when he was alerted to Alice's alert. With his sister just weeks away from giving birth, his caseload was weighing heavily on his shoulders. Standing, he straightened his collar and went to see what the secretary wanted.
"Yes, Alice?"
"Miss Parkinson is here to see Auror Jones."
Justin closed his eyes for a second. He'd rather not deal with this particular case. Anything but this one. "Auror Jones isn't here today."
The young woman shot him an irritated look. She knew that, thank you very much. "And Miss Parkinson requested to meet with an Auror."
"Can we just get this over with?" Pansy snapped, glaring at the pair of idiots who stood there, breathing her precious oxygen and being a general waste of space. "I do have other places to be."
And some of us have better things to do than cater to snippy little bitches, Justin thought privately, though he simply smiled at her and indicated that she should follow him to his office. Summoning the case file, he sat down and waited for her.
Pansy's lips curled in the barest hint of a smirk as she took a seat in the shabby chair across from the pasty-faced Auror. Justin Finch-Fletchley: Mudblood, Auror, and Alexander Mason's protege. She'd heard that he'd been the one to find the body after Adrian had done his job.
The very idea filled her with a cold delight.
Justin looked at her cooly, noting the bit of smirk playing at the edge of her lips, he bit back a sigh. It was going to be one of those meetings. Damn. He had no lost love for Pansy Parkinson. She had deserved everything she had gotten and more. Rich, spoiled, pureblooded snob. Deciding the best way to set her teeth on edge would be to be as polite as possible, to give no hint of annoyance away.
Pulling out a sheet of the standard questions, Justin also took out a quick quotes quill and set it up. "Just the standard questions for today, Miss Parkinson. Like you said, you have other places to be." Tapping the quill, he began to read, "Who have you been in contact with? When was the last time a ministry representative visited your property? Have you made any large or unusual purchases in the last fortnight?"
Trying her hardest not to roll her eyes, Pansy replied, "I've been in contact with Astoria Greengrass, Lyssander Montague, Millicent Bulstrode, my financial advisor, my barrister, numerous shopkeepers around Europe, my garderner, my masseuse, my hair stylist, my manicurist, the household staff, and numerous others." Honestly, did they expect her to write down the names of every single person she talked to? Utterly ridiculous.
"The last date of my home being invaded by Ministry workers was the tenth of this month, and I recently purchased a thoroughbred stallion and a villa in Tuscany." She'd also picked up a few poisons and antidotes in Berlin, not that Auror Mudblood needed to know about those.
Justin nodded. "Have you dealt with any dark or forbidden magic in the last fortnight? Has anyone approached you about any dark or forbidden magic in the last fortnight?"
"No on both accounts." And if she had been, did he honestly think she was stupid enough to admit it?
"Have you committed any acts against the laws of this sovereign nation and that would go against your terms of parole?"
"No."
Justin highly doubted that, but considering this wasn't his case and Jones couldn't even be bothered to notify his parolees of his absences, he really could care less. "Well, thank you Miss Parkinson for coming in today. If you could please sign the bottom of the form." Signing and dating the piece of parchment, he passed it over to her, offering his quill.
Pansy took the quill from him and signed the parchment quickly, handing it back to the blonde when she'd finished. "Have a most pleasant day," she remarked, even as she wished he'd drop dead where he sat.
He gave her the polite smile he had learned as a child. "You as well, Miss Parkinson. You as well."
Sniffing slightly, she rose and gathered her Hermès handbag from the empty seat, breezing out of the office without another word. Someday, she would finally be free from these inane and meaningless 'correctional' meetings.
Justin's eyes tracked her movements as she left his office. Every time he dealt with Pansy Parkinson, he was reminded why he disliked the majority of his aristocratic peers. Many thought they were better than everyone solely because they had money, money that hadn't even earned. While there were things to be said about having good quality and nice items, there was no need to be utterly rude to those who did not show off their wealth like they did.
He stood and shuffled the papers back into the file before banishing it back to the records room. He would have to speak to Kingsley about Jones and his complete and utter lack of respect about protocol. It was not his job to deal with Pansy Parkinson. And hopefully it never would be.
Summary: Pansy has to deal with Justin during her parole meeting.