I'm Dizzy On Dreams

[Matthias Dreher]

Don't panic,
no, not yet.

Matt waited patiently for the lift in the main lobby holding two cups of coffee. Starting next week he wanted to start taking stairs, though. With a regular job and real responsibilities around the apartment that were usually taken care of by his mother, he hadn’t had much time to go for a run or swimming or anything. It was probably all in his head, but he was starting to notice his clothes fitting a little tighter; nothing drastic, just a little bit like not needing a belt anymore to hold his pants up. He wanted to stay in the great condition he was in a few weeks ago, so he was going to make a point to exercise more and figure out how to cook food other than in the microwave. With a ding the lift doors opened up and he stepped inside and moved towards the back wall. With a coffee in both hands, he couldn’t really hold onto one of the overhead straps so he just leant against the wall and braced himself with his legs. It wasn’t perfect, but it worked most of the time. He was pretty good at doing things without his hands from playing football with the boys in the neighbourhood as he was growing up, so there was that small advantage. He watched from the back of the lift as other Ministry workers exited on the first and second floors. He nodded and smiled at those who got on as well. When he reached the third floor, he propelled himself from the wall and excused himself through the people, still holding a small smile on his face.

He had hit a good place about a week ago, in terms of coming to grips with everything that had been going on in his life and coping with all of it. He decided that sometimes unfortunate things had to happen to a person so that they could see what they were really made of. This family situation, though difficult, wasn’t the end of the world and it had forced him to really start growing up. How busy he was at work now had given him the time to realize that ignoring his mother’s attempts to communicate completely was childish; even though he was still hurting from what his father had said, that didn’t mean he should cut ties with his entire family. He had turned his cellphone back on the other day for the first time in a few weeks and the amount of texts and voicemails was overwhelming, what they actually said was heart wrenching. Listening to the increasing desperation in his mother’s voice in them had made him feel horribly guilty. It was completely unreasonable for him to try to cut all of them out of his life when his mother and his little sister meant so much to him. He knew he probably wouldn’t be as close as they used to, or how close they used to be in his mind, but that didn’t mean they should be cut out of his life. Well, maybe his father. With a shake of his head, he stopped at Seymour’s desk and placed the cup of coffee down in his line of sight so he wouldn’t knock it over, then continued to his own small desk. He picked up the manila folder he was previously reading through to finish the final report, sipping slowly at the hot liquid. It was his third week here and he was hoping he was almost done with the interning/apprenticeship part of the job. He didn’t want to seem ungrateful, but he actually wanted to get out and do something other than file papers and get coffee, though to be honest usually he offered to get the coffee. He was staying positive though, he could be working with people he didn’t get along with. He really lucked out in getting put under Seymour’s supervision while he trained. He looked up from the folder in his hands and stared in Seymour’s direction. Seymour was only about five years older than Matt was and was also a Hufflepuff alumni, which made it rather easy for the two of them to get along. He wasn’t as tall as Matt, only an inch or two shorter and much slimmer in build. He had sandy-blonde hair that was long enough to tuck behind his ears. He was always smiling and he had one of those smiles that you just had to smile back. Matt returned to the papers in his hand, it would be awful to seem as though he was daydreaming when he should have been working.

He charmed his quill to write as he muttered quietly to it so that he didn’t have to continuously going back and forth between two pieces of paper. After a few minutes of monotonous rereading of procedure undertaken during this last call he noticed movement out of the corner of his eye. Seymour had his fist in the air triumphantly, “Yes, something better than sitting here!” He held up his badge to read the information coming in for the call. He nodded and jotted down some things from the screen before folding the piece of paper and putting it in his back pocket. He rolled his desk chair over to Matt’s desk and leaned on the side, grinning. “So what do you think Matt, ready for some actual work?” He grinned broadly back at Seymour, “Yeah, I’d really like that.” He pulled out the piece of paper he had written on before and placed it on Matt’s desk before pushing himself backwards from Matt’s desk, back to the area of his own. “Well, grab your jacket then.” He scanned the scrawl on the paper that summed up the call. It looked like a fairly standard call: a child’s first instance of accidental wandless magic, only muggle family members present, all in all not a difficult call. There was a chance they might not even need to call in the Obliviators. He stood and pushed in his chair, grabbing his jacket that was hanging off of the back of it and pulling it on. They walked over to the lift so that they could get to the lobby to apparate out and Seymour clapped him on the back. The lift opened to the semi-crowded lobby and they walked past all the groups milling about seemingly aimlessly. Standing in the apparition area Matt glanced at Seymour, “On three?” Seymour nodded thoughtfully, “Three is a good number. One, two, three!”

They arrived on scene to a large crowd of people, a much larger crowd that they expected. They walked over to the highest ranking member on scene to report, “Wilkerson and Dreher.” They were pointed over towards the crowd of people surrounding a tree in the front yard of the house and walked around behind them looking for the source. The sound of more members of the squad apparating in to compensate the larger crowd greeted their ears as they managed to work their way through the throng of people. In the middle there was a child that looked to be around seven dancing in circles with her toys. This wouldn’t have been an issue is the toys weren’t also dancing with her; it also wouldn’t have been an issue if she hadn’t been playing in the front yard. He suppressed a grin; it was actually kind of cute. He rubbed the back of his neck and looked over to Seymour with a small smile. Seymour wasn’t even trying to hide his smile as he murmured out of the corner of his mouth. “Well, it would seem that it’s time to call in the Obliviatiors.”

Sometimes before it's get better

The darkness gets bigger

(Tagged) Sura
(Word Count) 1286
(Music) Fall Out Boy- The Mighty Fall

[Sura Haughton]

I'm gonna get there, I got to go.
and when i get there, i'll let you know.

Sura ran her hands down her face, groaning into her palms.  Her fingers parted so that she could peek at the stacks of paper that had essentially consumed her desk at this point.  The actual obliviating part of this job, that was easy, that she was good at.  What she still evidently needed practice for was the part where she had to finish all the thousands of sheets of paperwork that seemed to come with each trip out into the field.  Then again, even though every call meant more paperwork, she liked nothing better than getting out there to do her actual job, with the charms and the mind-wiping.  That was the part she was in love with, and that was why she was so damn determined to stick with it.  No matter how many sheets of paper they would eventually recover her body from.

The job had been relatively good to her so far.  First of all, you couldn't go wrong with Ministry pay, especially in this department.  It paid for a nice little flat of her very own, with cozy chairs and a breakfast nook and a bed that she often found herself hard-pressed to leave in the morning due to the sheer glory of it.  When she had started, she had become a mere intern, fresh out of school and no idea what she was actually doing.  But training was one thing that she breezed through, the charms coming to her easily, considering that was her strongest class in school.  Now that she was actually doing field work, it could only possibly get better.  All in all, she couldn't complain about the big-girl job that she'd gotten herself.  Besides the paperwork.

Paperwork.  She needed to break into at least SOME of it, put at least a bit of a dent into it before the end of the day finally rolled around.  Sura's hands dropped from her face, palms down on the desk as she eyeballed the first stack.  She grabbed a quill from the inkwell, tapping it to remove the excess ink while dragging the first package of paper towards her.  She made notes and signed here and initialed there and wrote addresses everywhere, flipping through sheet after sheet.  One of the senior Obliviators told her that she would get faster with paperwork, that it would get better with practice.

Faster she could believe, and she couldn't wait for that day.  But better?  Now that was something she sincerely doubted.

And as if it were an angel sent to save her, a paper airplane landed gently on her desk, the end of it smoking from urgency.  Sura unfolded it, scanning the contents quickly with a grin on her face.  A smoking letter only meant one thing in this department: it was go time.  She stood up and grabbed her coat from the hook by her desk, shrugging it on.  What a rescue.  Patting her wand, she headed to the exit so that she could Apparate to the scene she was needed on.  Apparently a little girl was showing signs of magic in the most public of ways, and that meant Sura was going to have to take care of a crowd, what fun.  She took a deep breath, felt the tug at her navel, and she was off.

The scene would have been absolutely endearing, if not completely normal, if the little girl didn't belong to a Muggle family.  Sura could clearly recall her toys dancing with her when she was a child.  The imagination was a wonderful thing when you combined it with magic.  As she strode over to the scene, a smile spread onto her face.  Matthias was there, and she'd grown to like him as of late.  He was fun to work with, had a good sense of humour and was extremely sweet.  How could you ask for anything more in a co-worker?  "Alright, what's my count today, Dreher?" she chirped, nodding and grinning at Wilkerson, who was a few feet away, examining the toys.  "You've saved me from my paperwork, so you can probably imagine how I'm itching to get started after that torture."

I'm cleaning up your mess.
i'm a showstopper.

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for: matthias
music: showstopper - brandon and leah
words: 691
notes: i'm shitty. please forgive me.

[Matthias Dreher]

Don't panic
no, not yet.

Seymour nodded at the crowd as he walked over to investigate what type of enchantment the tiny girl had inadvertently placed on the still dancing toys. She giggled as she twirled; it was reminiscent of Adriana when she was small. Sometimes Matt wondered how different his life would have been if his little sister had also shown magical ability. He shook his head, what if’s were worth very little and he had a job to do. He turned and started to count; thankfully the people weren’t moving around too much so it wasn’t too difficult to keep track of who had already been counted. Repeating the number in his head a few times to help remember for the paperwork later, he walked over to stand a few feet behind Seymour, who was now discretely running diagnostic spells on the toys and talking to the little girl. He was great with kids so Matt left it to him to keep the little girl happy while her toys began to stop dancing one by one. He pulled a small notepad and pen out of his back pocket and began to jot down any important bits of information that Seymour was relaying over his shoulder that would be included in the reports once they returned to the department. “Alright, what’s my count today, Dreher?” He jumped a little at the sound of someone behind him. He turned and looked over his shoulder, smiling at the sight of Sura. “Well, looks to be about thirty people; seems as though your team will be doing to bulk of things here. It looks as if every person in the neighbourhood showed up to see her little performance.”

Matt was glad to see Sura among the most recent apparitions. They hadn’t been particularly close at Hogwarts; well, he hadn’t been particularly close to anyone at school, but working in the same department as she was had given him a chance to get to know her a little better. She was quite funny, and very good at her job which wasn’t really a surprise. From what he remembered, she was one of the top students when they had classes together. “You’ve saved me from my paperwork, so you probably imagine how I’m itching to get started after that torture.” He laughed quietly; he didn’t think the paperwork was all that bad, just a little repetitive. In the beginning of his internship, right after graduation, he did more filing than actual paperwork but now that he was beginning to go out into the field he was beginning to see that each call came with a good amount of work afterwards. The paperwork itself, wasn’t that bad; it was reminiscent of essays they did constantly in school. He didn’t mind it, especially not on a simple case like this one where the paperwork would mostly just document the incident itself. “Won’t this just leave you with more paperwork; more, uh, torture?”

“Hey, Dreher, after we’re done here I want you to go over and talk a bit with the parents about what exactly is going on with their kid. A little precursor/prologue type thing before they receive the flood of information all Muggleborn parents receive; especially because they seem like they’re panicking a little right now.” Matt looked up and scanned the area for her parents; they stood a few feet away speaking to a woman he worked with whose name he just could not recall. He looked at them critically for a moment, trying to discern what he could before he went to speak with them. The woman was wringing her hands anxiously, not crying yet but more than likely on the verge of tears. The man standing next to her, who he assumed was her husband, looked surprisingly calm about the whole situation, nodding at what he was being told and rubbing his wife’s back reassuringly. “Alright, I can summarize most of it up.” He turned to Sura to mutter jokingly to her, “Because I’m just so good with parents, yeah?” He said it just loud enough for Seymour to hear as well, who only shook his head with a scoff. Seymour was well acquainted with the details of Matt’s home situation; he was a good listener, the kind of person that you ended up telling everything eventually. Most of the other people he associated with just knew that he was going through a rough patch with his family, it wasn’t uncommon for a fallout to happen between Muggleborns and their family after graduation.

Matt looked back at the little girl and smiled before looking back at Sura. “Do you remember when you first showed magical ability?” He had always wondered if your first type of magic had anything to do with what kind of magic you became talented in, or if it was just a random happening depending on what you were doing. His first had been healing, but he hadn’t really felt any sort of desire to be a healer. He had the grades, but not the drive. Perhaps it had been different for Sura than for him.

Sometimes before it gets better
The darkness gets bigger.

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(Tagged) Sura
(Word Count) 852
(Music) Fall Out Boy- The Mighty Fall
(Comments) I took far longer than I should have to do this, forgive me.

[Sura Haughton]

I'm gonna get there, I got to go.
and when i get there, i'll let you know.

Sura practically tingled with glee and anticipation when Mathias announced her count for the day. “Well, looks to be about thirty people," he said, returning her own smile with one that was just as bright and chipper. Thirty. Thirty was a good number. Thirty meant that she would be spending the rest of her afternoon on the scene here, as opposed to having to go back to work, to the enormous, borderline megalithic, stack of paperwork that was waiting there for her.  It wasn't necessarily that she was behind on her work, it was that every single call she attended as of late ended up having some kind of convoluted circumstance that required an extra stack of forty forms to fill out.  Merlin help the poor bastard that was the reason for the next stack.

"Thirty sounds perfect to me," she said with a cheery shimmy of her shoulders.  "And it's just such a lovely afternoon to be outside anyways."  Sura flexed her fingers and tipped her head off to the side to stretch her neck.  "Has anyone else on the clean-up team arrived, or is it just me so far?"  Not like she would say no to performing all thirty obliviations, but these things did get rather exhausting.  Better that there were at least a few other people around to divide the work up with.

“Won’t this just leave you with more paperwork; more, uh, torture?”  Sura's grin only broadened as a wicked gleam came into her eyes.  "Well it shouldn't add much more than a signature per person that I wipe today, but that all depends on whether or not the whole scene behaves itself or not.  Lately, as you probably know, every scene has only become more of a scene as the day goes on..."  She chucked and shook her head.  "Hopefully today plays nice."

Sura walked over to a nearby chair and pulled her wand as she approached: her first patient of the day.  She gave it a little flick, sending the occupant into a dazed trance.  The woman was middle aged, the kind of person you'd see in a Muggle movie that was the stuck-up neighbour who made everyone else's business her own business.  Sura wouldn't be particularly shocked if that was exactly the kind of person she was, because Merlin did she ever look the part.  “Alright, I can summarize most of it up, because I’m just so good with parents, yeah?”  Sura snorted sharply as she took the woman's cheeks into her hands, peering down her nose into the woman's eyes.  She grinned as she glanced over at Matthias, "Yeah that's like your favourite part of the job, isn't it?"  She giggled before turning back to the woman, closing her eyes.

It was a peculiar thing, trying to find the exact memory you wanted to clear out of someone's brain.  A little invasive, certainly, because she could always find the right day, but the particular time was not a skill she'd acquired yet.  It was one that just came with practice, much to her frustration, as it did mean that it took her at least twice as long to finish a single obliviation as it did her senior associates.  “Do you remember when you first showed magical ability?”  She grinned as she found a flash of the memory she was looking for, opening her eyes and pulling her wand from her pocket.  "Found ya you little bastard, obliviate," she breathed, swishing her wand.  There was a flash in the woman's eyes and the memory was gone.  Medinurses moved in to take the woman away as Sura stood back up, grinning.  "I do remember.  I was six.  Threw one of my favourite balls into the loch, and quickly found it was too deep for me to get to it.  I got so fussed about it that it shot right back into me hand.  You?"

I'm cleaning up your mess.
i'm a showstopper.

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for: matthias
music: showstopper - brandon and leah
words: 650
notes: actually super enjoyed writing this.  hope you like it!

[Matthias Dreher]

Don't panic
no, not yet.

If there was anything he was particularly fond of when he worked with Sura it was definitely her exuberance. She heard the number thirty and had practically vibrated with excitement. He was glad she was so fond of her work. “Has anyone else on the clean-up team arrived, or is it just me so far?” He hadn’t seen any when he was counting the crowd, but he looked around again just to be sure. “Just you, but I’m sure that with this number of people there will be some right behind you.” He couldn’t imagine that the department would leave it all up to Sura anyway, regardless of the fact that she could probably handle it. That number of obliviations should be divided between two or three people, in his opinion anyway. He nodded in acknowledgement as she continued to speak, just a signature an Obliviate? That wasn’t so bad, at all. “Yes, I’d heard. That would be good for all of us I think, if things went smoothly.”

“Yeah, it’s like your favourite part of the job, isn’t it?” Matt chuckled quietly as it wouldn’t have been very professional to laugh fully at a scene. “Oh, definitely.” He turned back to Seymour as Sura went to start the obliviations. He thought about maybe inviting his mother over sometime this week for dinner. She would get to see the apartment he was living in, and she could determine on her own that he wasn’t going to starve to death or be crushed under a mountain of laundry. That sounded like a good start, a start at the very least. He nodded, glad at his decision, and looked down as he felt a tugging at his pant leg. The little girl was holding a doll in a vice grip with one arm and pulling insistently on the leg of his pants to get his attention. He knelt down in front of her, “Hi there.” She smiled brightly, “Hello. That man said that you can make your dollies dance too? Can you? He also said I wasn’t supposed to make my dollies dance anymore.” Matt looked over to Seymour who was trying his best to keep a straight and completely innocent looking face. He cleared his throat and smiled down at the little girl, “Um, yeah, I guess I can. Here, tell you what, when you’re all by yourself in your room, when no one can else can see you, then your dolls can dance with you.” He winked at her as though he had shared a profound secret. “Okay!” Satisfied, she turned around and waved happily at her parents. “Found ya you little bastard, obliviate.” Matt glanced back towards Sura, “You’re talking to the memories now? Maybe paperwork is worse for you than you thought.” He definitely wasn’t as serious anymore as he used to be; not that he was particularly flippant, just a little more likely to crack a joke than he had been while still in school.

“I do remember. I was six. Threw one of my favourite balls into the loch, and quickly found it was too deep for me to get to it. I got so fussed about it that it shot right back into me hand. You?” He chuckled, imagining a smaller version of Sura. “Yeah, I was around seven or eight, in Muggle primary school. I was running around with the other boys playing tag or something and one of the boys ran into me and knocked me over. My hands and knees were all scraped up, I think I had even cut my chin. One of ‘em ran to get the teacher, and I didn’t want my outside time cut short by going to the nurse so my skin just sort of knit back together.” He shook his head, and chuckled, adding,” Had to change schools after that.” His gaze moved over to the parents who were looking at the two men standing with their daughter rather suspiciously. He smiled briefly and looked over to the woman who was still standing with the little girl’s parents. He made eye contact her before motioning that they were allowed to come over now. They hurried over, both seemingly eager to make sure their daughter was alright. He stood as the woman dropped to her knees to hug her daughter and he shook the husband’s hand. He glanced towards the crowd of people waiting to have their memories altered, and he lowered his voice accordingly. He wouldn’t want to make more work for Sura’s team. “Afternoon ma’am, sir. My name is Matt and I work for the Ministry of Magic along with all the other people here. I’m sure that you’ve been asked many questions today, but now it’s your turn. If there’s anything you want to know, please don’t be shy in asking me. My parents were in your exact situation not so many years ago.” He did his best to smile warmly, even though his throat felt a little tighter at the mention of his own parents.

Sometimes before it gets better
The darkness gets bigger.

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(Tagged) Sura
(Word Count) 842
(Music) Fall Out Boy- Miss Missing You
(Comments) I wasn’t really sure when to stop on this one, I can add more if it’s awkward!

[Sura Haughton]

I'm gonna get there, I got to go.
and when i get there, i'll let you know.

Sura laughed and gave her head a little shake.  "Could you IMAGINE if they left me here to do it by myself?  Merlin, what a sick joke that would be."  She rolled up her sleeves and gave her neck a little stretch to the side.  "I'd be having words with someone tomorrow morning, you could bloody well guarantee that, my friend."  The scene in the office would not be pretty the next time she made it in, if she were to be left alone to do all of the dirty work.  It wasn't that she didn't enjoy the work, nor was it that she didn't think she was capable of it.  The truth of the matter was that she still wasn't as experienced as some of the other Obliviators in the department, and they still wore her out.  The last thing she wanted or needed was a record of a sloppy obliviation because someone decided it would be a good idea to let her do this on her own.  "Much smoother," she agreed.  "With one hundred percent less grumpy Sura."

“You’re talking to the memories now? Maybe paperwork is worse for you than you thought.”  She stood up and grinned, her laughter ringing over the hustle and bustle of the scene.  "Listen here, Dreher, if it really is making me that crazy, you're lucky that I don't come over there and kick your butt for your smartass comments."  She stuck her tongue out at him and pushed the hair that had fallen into her eyes back behind her ears.  Sura was so very pleased that she had ended up in a department where everyone seemed to get along so well.  There was no animosity, just support and friendship, basically all of the time.  It was so lovely, considering the rumours she heard about the insanity that took place in other parts of the Ministry.  Perhaps it was because you needed to have a touch of the crazy to put up with the things that they saw every day.  It was probably what kept them from completely snapping on the particularly difficult cases, if she were to be honest.  They were all lucky, that way, then.

She smiled warmly at the next woman the Medinurses brought over, who was clearly sedated.  Obviously the scene had thrown her into some sort of hysteria, as Muggles tended to fall into, on occasion, when they saw something they didn't understand.  Not that she could really blame them, she supposed.  It was usually all well and fine with children -- they still had that open imagination and sense of wonder, the childlike naivety that left their minds wide open, even to the things they thought impossible.  Adults were more closed off, though, more logical.  They didn't tend to believe the things they saw, and it would send them into a fit.  As much as it would be nice to have a world that Muggles and Wizards would co-habitate in, it just didn't seem to be in the cards for her lifetime.  Sura patted the woman's shoulder and smiled sweetly, looking her square in the eyes.  For some people, it really was better that way.  "Obliviate."

“Yeah, I was around seven or eight, in Muggle primary school. I was running around with the other boys playing tag or something and one of the boys ran into me and knocked me over. My hands and knees were all scraped up, I think I had even cut my chin. One of ‘em ran to get the teacher, and I didn’t want my outside time cut short by going to the nurse so my skin just sort of knit back together.  Had to change schools after that.”  Sura giggled and shook her head.  "Yeah, I bet you did!  You probably frightened those poor children half to death, inadvertently."  She watched quietly as Matthias went to approach the child's family.  Sura could only imagine how utterly enjoyable those conversations were.  Parents usually took the news either one of two ways: acceptance, and even a touch of curiosity and excitement, or complete and utter horror and confusion.  Generally, children from both sets of parents ended up at Hogwarts either way, which was the best for everyone involved, but the latter type of parent tended to try and squash the innate ability while the child was home for the summer.

Luckily, most of those children were stubborn as hell once they realized their potential.

I'm cleaning up your mess.
i'm a showstopper.

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for: matthias
music: harden my heart by quarterflash
words: 742

[Matthias Dreher]

Don't panic
no, not yet.

The man in front of him looked hesitantly between his wife, who was still kneeling and hugging their daughter tightly, and Matt himself. After a few moments, he took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Thank you, but I don’t really have any questions.” Matt had to admit, he was a little shocked at that response. This wasn’t generally a situation that was taken in stride so easily. “What? How do you not? There’s this whole other secret world, and I, for one, am so confused.” And this was one of the dangers of having to speak with parents during these outings into the field: having to just stand there awkwardly while they hashed things out in front of you. He stuck his hands into his pockets and glanced down towards the woman for a moment before averting his eyes. An attempt to give them some sort of illusion of privacy, but not being overtly rude by actually turning and taking a few steps. “This...runs in my family.” If there was a dignified way to back away slowly or turn around and run, Matt truly wished that he knew it right now. This wasn’t particularly a conversation that he needed to be present for. It would have been easier to answer questions until he was blue in the face. “I-I see.” He took this moment to clear his throat. There was no really delicate way to remind the couple that he was standing right there. Or that their daughter was there as well.

Two pairs of eyes snapped back towards him and his grin was a bit tighter this time, but as it seemed that they needed to simply discuss some things themselves he should excuse himself and go back to a situation that didn’t feel as familiar. The subtle parental arguing just set his teeth on edge. “If you’re sure that there isn’t anything?” The couple at least looked a little sheepish as they looked at each other to communicate through facial expression for a moment as they made a decision. “Erm, no. Thank you for your time and all your help.” He nodded and waved back at the little girl who was saying goodbye for both herself and her doll and turned around to walk back towards Seymour, who was still standing over by Sura. “Well, besides a great helping of awkwardness that was surprisingly easy.” He began as he approached his friends, pulling his notebook back out of his pocket and skimming through his notes. Now that the dolls were lying flat in the grass, inanimate once more, there wasn’t a lot that he and Seymour has left to do out here. Now, that wasn’t to say that there weren’t cases that ended up being much more in depth than a little girl having fun with her dolls. Those calls sometimes ended up taking multiple people a few hours in one go. It was really hit or miss with how intense of a call it would be.

“Well, I think that in honour of this being your first official case outing in post-intern life, you get to do all the paperwork from it. Call it experience, for when you need to do one of these all by yourself. How does that sound, Dreher?” Matt laughed at that, back to relaxing almost immediately in the presence of his friends. That was just like Seymour to be able to cut through any bit of tension with a well placed joke. “That sounds suspiciously like you getting out of doing any paperwork, Wilkerson. Doesn’t it, Sura?” He would do it, of course. It wasn’t the first time that he was doing paperwork after all. Perhaps it was the first time that he would be doing all of it, and not splitting it, but he had to learn sometime. And Seymour would probably be hovering around like the mother hen that he was, making sure that everything was going alright anyway. No worries there. He looked towards the other people that still needed to be Obliviated. They were definitely making progress, but it was clear that this was a case that was heavier on their department. “Do you guys need any more help? If there was anything I could do…” He didn’t know really how he could assist, but even if it was just to hold things, and chat to break up the monotony.

Sometimes before it gets better
The darkness gets bigger.

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(Tagged) Sura
(Word Count) 750
(Music) Fall Out Boy
(Comments) I'M SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER. I SUCK. BUT I LOVE YOU.