Unspoken // Theseus Scamander

Chapter One - The Ministry of Magic

Word Count: 2,870 words. 

Warnings: None.

I knew being an Auror was hard but, leaving Hogwarts, the thought of protecting wizards and muggles from those who would use darkness to hurt them was something that I could only dream of. It was extremely idealised by those that encouraged me to take that oath. It was the most honourable occupation you could have. Not just working for the Ministry but protecting the very core of humanity. That's what they said. They said that your days would be filled with excitement and action and at the end of even the hardest days. You would be consumed by belonging and content in the lives that you had saved. What a load a bullshit.

I spent my days filing other people's work. At 36 years of age and over a decade out of Hogwarts, I was still stuck in the Auror's office of the Ministry of Magic where my only job was to write up the details of the dark wizards the Auror's took down and the muggles and magical folk that had been saved. By the Aurors. Not by me. Never by me.

A pile of files was placed harshly on my desk, causing me to jump from my spot. I sighed heavily when his smiling face entered my field of vision.

"We're going out tonight," Theseus Scamander told me, placing a hand on either side of my desk as he leaned his head towards me.

I placed the pen I had been using down, resting either palm against my chin and looking up at the older Scamander brother. "If by 'going out' you mean the small trip I'll take from here to the storage room when I inevitably run out of ink and have to go get more, then yes Theseus, I'm all for going out tonight," I told him, looking at the pile he had set down in front of me. "Are these the obliviation reports?" I changed the subject.

"Yeah. They were sitting on Donavon's desk up at processing. Have a feeling they've been there for a while," he explained, shaking his head.

I picked them up, standing from my chair and turning around to make my way towards the back of the room. There were too many desks to count in the office I worked in and entirely too many doors to keep track of, but I knew it all like the back of my hand. After all, it was here that I sat on my first day.

"Clayton, you have to come out with me," he tried, following.

I weaved in and out of wizards and witches making their way by with expert precision, being entirely too familiar with the way people worked in this office. Theseus bumped into several workers as he followed me. The star Auror of the Ministry had only worked in the office five years before being moved up. Now he was Head Auror of the British Ministry.

"What I have to do is get all of these reports filled out by the end of the week," I corrected, sparing a glance at his figure.

Opening the small door, I stepped inside, attempting to close it before the man followed. I failed, turning to meet his stern gaze. He pushed his way inside, closing the door and trapping us both in the room.

"You need to learn to live a little," he muttered.

Turning to face the wall, I took out my wand, tapping the bricks in a certain pattern. "And you need to learn the definition of a deadline," I countered, turning to look at him. "I needed you're reports three days ago."

"I'm getting to it. I'm almost finished the latest one – "

"That means," I cut him off, "that you haven't even started the first one."

The wall now opened up, I took a step forward. It was a small room, about half the size of the general office, which actually wasn't that small at all. My shoes echoed against the tiled floor die to the lack of people in the room. There was no one but the two of us there.