Stop and Stare
It was a quiet Monday in the office when an almighty bang was heard. Gazing around the office, Josh could see that it looked like Sam had walked into the plate glass door again. When would that man get a clue that the place he was working at was surrounded by a large amount of glass? He already knew that William, the caretaker of the company took a great amount of pleasure in how clean he kept the place.
Sam, shook his head and ran in clutching a piece of notepaper above his head. CJ knew that she shouldn’t allow herself to become so jaded over the antics her fellow staff members showed. Curse her if you wanted, but CJ knew that she probably wouldn’t find the antics of Sam so frustrating if it weren't a sleepy Monday morning. CJ knew that she probably should have taken the first Monday off work after the wedding of one of her cousins.
Her mother would probably start pestering her even more to find a man to tie down.
It was either that or get married. Her mother could be so confusing at times.
For now, though, it seemed like work was calling. And who was she to deny such a calling?
“Guys, we have another call, was there trouble in the North of England last night?” Sam excitedly cried.
“I haven’t heard anything, what happened?” Emily asked, a calculating look entering her eyes.
“Let me read that” Donna snatched the note out of Sam’s hands and summarised “it seems as if there were more people in the Greater Manchester area just seeming to freeze up for no apparent reason. Were there any teams of Auror’s up there?”
“I’ve just spoken to Shacklebolt, it seems that there were raids up there, how do you want to play this out?” Seth asked sliding the desk phone back into its cradle.
“Do they not realise that even though they can just blast their problems out of the way, we have to spin our wheels to try and cover up their tracks? Does subtly mean nothing to those people over at the Ministry?” Toby ranted, in a rare showing of emotion.
“They probably weren’t taught by Professor Snape sir, do we start by chewing out the Auror department or do we start trying to come up with excuses?” Seth replied, running a tired hand through his hair.
Toby lazily waved his wand and one of the whiteboards at the side of the room, cleared off all writing. Reaching for one of the dry-erase markers he began making marks on the whiteboard, before turning back to the staff behind him.
“If there’s any nearby oil drilling or military installations, we could blame the events on them?” Willow offered her suggestions
“No, we can’t blame the ineptitude of the Wizarding World on Muggle institutions, it just takes one curious person.” CJ sighed.
“What if we claim it was a part of some hip new dancing craze? There was a sort of Dancing illness that hit mainland Europe in the medieval times, so it’s not without precedent?” Donna asked, thinking back on some of her old history lessons.
“That’s good, ring Huw Toby, we’ll get a press release drafted” Sam nodded throwing out instructions and not looking back from the whiteboard to see if they were being followed. He knew his strange staff would follow his instructions.