An Organized Mess

Chapter 4

"Morning, Arthur." Amelia smiled as she walked into his office, her arms full of papers.

"Good morning, Amelia." He smiled as he looked from his own papers. "I hope you had a good time yesterday?"

"Yes, it was lovely. The twins were really nice, and so was Harry, for the short time he was there. A bit sorry that I didn't have a chance to get to know Ron."

"You're welcome any Sunday, open invitation."

"I'll keep that in mind." She smiled. "I made up the report on Dean and Ronkor." She grumbled the last name. "He's becoming even worse than Devinius." She shook her head.

"Half of our cases or just those two." He said with a wry smile, but it turned into a grateful one when she handed over the papers and took the ones to be filed in her arms. "There is a case in Norfolk, it's nothing too big. Think you can handle it?"

"Alone?" She asked surprised. "I believe I'm more than capable."

"I believe so too." He rummaged around his desk, picked up a paper plane from under his staple and handed it over. "Here's the address, I think you'll be done there in an hour or so but take your time. I'll see you back here."

"Which one?" She asked.

"Both. You'll see when you get there." He gave her an encouraging smile.

"Thank you, sir." She said already turning.

"Amelia."

"Sorry. Arthur." She smiled over her shoulder before walking out of his office. Just across his office was hers. Her door was still open, so she just walked in, let her papers fall on the already paper-filled desk and looked at the paper plane. She read the address as she walked to the apparition point at the end of the hallway. The ministry had added apparition points to every floor for better access, but you could only apparate from those points when you had been queued in. Once she stood at the apparition point, she looked back to the address in her hands before she twisted in the air and vanished.

When she appeared in the alley of a muggle street, she peered around the corner and immediately saw the house she was supposed to go to. Because ministry workers, didn't matter if you were a secretary or the minister, almost no one could dress as a decent muggle. With a roll of her eyes, she walked to the house. She spotted a familiar mop of hair and walked up next to him. He looked good in his Auror robes.

"Hello, Ron." The redhead jumped a little as his focus was on the inside of the house.

"Merlin, you scared me. Amelia, right?"

"Yeah, your father has sent me here." She looked around with a slight frown. "Why are there so many Aurors?"

"There is a man holding himself up in one of the rooms upstairs. He has altered toys to attack anyone that comes in except him and he's also wearing a charm that would protect him from certain spells, Doily tried to accio it, but she got burned badly. She's been transferred to St. Mungo's. So..."

"So, that's where I come in." She nodded.

"Yeah." He frowned as he looked at her. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"It's my job." She said as she looked at him incredulously.

"I know, but..." He stopped when she shot him a glare. "Yeah, alright. Let's go." He looked over her head for a moment before he led her inside. Once they reached the second floor, she heard the man shouting behind the door. Three Aurors were standing, wands raised, in the hallway.

"Morning." Amelia smiled at the group. The focused group looked at her surprised for a moment, her easy-going smile and voice, relaxed them a little before they focused again. She walked forward and reached for the handle. Ron stopped her when he placed his hand on hers, she turned to him with a quirked eyebrow. "I know what I'm doing."