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Who: Duncan MacLachlan, Agatha Bole
What: Nobody's immune from the Ministry Inquisition, even if you're an old Auror with a history of putting away DEs
Where: Ministry of Magic - Aurors Department
When: Friday, November 14 - 10:30 am
Status: Complete
Aggie... was bored. So bloody bored that she was contemplating stealing the lit cigaretted that dangled from Duncan's pursed lips, if only to try to provoke some sort of reaction that would distract her from how bored she was. She was almost bored enough to contemplate asking Duncan what he knew about Rabastan Lestrange. Which would lead to questions, which would lead to him being royally pissed at her, which was not a good thing.
She did raise an inner eyebrow as he shifted on his seat and seemed to be favouring one side over the other. It could have been a trick of the eye, so she waited a few more moments until there it was, he'd moved again, and yes, he was favouring one side. Most would not have noticed, but over the last two years, she had learned Duncan's habits and movements, and it did not take much detective work to see if he was not himself.
She wanted to ask him directly what was wrong, but knew he would deny, deny, deny. Duncan was not one to complain about anything as 'small' as an ache, pain, or foot-long gash in his body. It was something about him that both infuriated and endeared him to her. Instead, she would simply have to look for an opening to push through.
"I was looking at my calendar this morning," she began casually, shifting her hands where they held a file she was looking through because she believed there would be some mention of Lestrange, "and it just occurred to me - it's been almost two years that you and I have worked together. Merlin, it feels like forever, doesn't it?"
What: Nobody's immune from the Ministry Inquisition, even if you're an old Auror with a history of putting away DEs
Where: Ministry of Magic - Aurors Department
When: Friday, November 14 - 10:30 am
Status: Complete
Aggie... was bored. So bloody bored that she was contemplating stealing the lit cigaretted that dangled from Duncan's pursed lips, if only to try to provoke some sort of reaction that would distract her from how bored she was. She was almost bored enough to contemplate asking Duncan what he knew about Rabastan Lestrange. Which would lead to questions, which would lead to him being royally pissed at her, which was not a good thing.
She did raise an inner eyebrow as he shifted on his seat and seemed to be favouring one side over the other. It could have been a trick of the eye, so she waited a few more moments until there it was, he'd moved again, and yes, he was favouring one side. Most would not have noticed, but over the last two years, she had learned Duncan's habits and movements, and it did not take much detective work to see if he was not himself.
She wanted to ask him directly what was wrong, but knew he would deny, deny, deny. Duncan was not one to complain about anything as 'small' as an ache, pain, or foot-long gash in his body. It was something about him that both infuriated and endeared him to her. Instead, she would simply have to look for an opening to push through.
"I was looking at my calendar this morning," she began casually, shifting her hands where they held a file she was looking through because she believed there would be some mention of Lestrange, "and it just occurred to me - it's been almost two years that you and I have worked together. Merlin, it feels like forever, doesn't it?"