Wasn't the word ‘catastrophes’ in Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes supposed to imply an exciting workplace? Catastrophes, like life or death weather situations, or dragons swooping down onto beaches-- stuff that had Ministry workers gossiping for weeks! But in fact, as Adian had sorely and unceremoniously come to find out, those events that made the offices zip back to life were not included in his set of responsibilities. No, of course not, give the young and fresh wizard challenging assignments? Preposterous!
Instead, he had the sole opportunity to call the file room his lair, and on more than one occasion seriously consider creating a fort form the amount of files and paperwork that made way to his "desk" throughout the days.
Yes, his job was abysmal, but it paid the rent and would open up some hiring within and/or promotion opportunities in the future, wouldn't it? He hoped so, he prayed so, or else... well, he didn't know. He just knew he couldn't live his entire, healthy wizarding life stuck behind a desk filing dead claims and events over and over again until his hands ceased to exist from all the papercuts.
"Huh?" Adian jolted up at the sudden familiar voice behind him. He may or may not have just been spending the last twenty minutes with his cheeks pressed firmly against a particularly dense file about the Knight Bus' mishaps for the past year. He blinked groggily, shaking his head fiercely until general recognition of the world around him came to.
"Yes!" he sputtered immediately, rounding to grab his things. "Anything to get me out of--" Adian interrupted himself, taking the moment to latch his hands onto Louis' shoulders. He shook his best friend slightly.
"Louis. My soul is dying today, it has already decided on a gravestone made of paperwork. We have to leave before it officially dies."
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