Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2023 18:30:40 GMT
Milo sighed irritably to himself as he passed the security checkpoint into Ministry basement level two. He felt distinctly… Naked, without some of the more ‘dangerous’ items he tended to carry on his person; the goblins were certainly more liberal with their allowances. Of course, with his Morgana damned luck, things just couldn’t go smoothly, could they. So here he was, late to a lecture the Auror department requested him to give… Being searched… By the Aurors. How was HE supposed to know you couldn’t bring a shield piercing dagger?!... Okay maybe they had a point with that flesh eating potion, but he had for reasons! Lecture reasons! The commotion was enough to cause a more senior Auror to arrive on scene and slowly go through the contents of his carry bag.
That one might actually be an assassination attempt! He was pretty sure he would remember enchanting a Bertie’s Box with explosives!... Right?
He yanked his hand out, a fist sized, silver spider still attached. With a deft hand Milo tapped the ‘creature’ in a specific pattern, causing it to retract in on itself into a small ball.
“Right. Perfectly harmless."
In a word? The situation had already gone to shit, and Milo was… Admittedly a bit worried as to any other contents he might have left within. It was mostly papers!... He thought? Milo groaned audibly.
“Look, err… Sir. I’m only here to give a lecture in meeting hall 3, on this floor.”
The Auror’s eyes narrowed suspiciously. There was to be a ‘lecture’, something about Dark Artifacts and how to handle them, and conveniently it was supposed to be where the man said it was. Still, one didn’t become a senior Auror without a healthy dose of paranoia.
“There is no meeting room 3, who are you? Why are you here?”
Milo fought the urge to scream and, to his credit mostly managed, the sound coming out as some sort of strangled choke. Damned Auror’s and their “security”… He could practically hear the air quotes in his own mind. Didn’t they know if he had half a mind to actually get anything dangerous in, he wouldn’t go through a checkpoint!
“What do you mean, of course there is! Unless the missive I received was wrong?”
“Well then I’m sure you can find it, If you would-“
That did it. He was completely and absolutely done. He had told the damned Goblins that this was going to be an unmitigated disaster, he didn’t care how much gold they were making. There was only one thing to do; only one course of action that would help at all.
Thump…
Thump…
Thump…
Milo began softly bashing his head against the nearby wall. This was getting absolutely nowhere, and his headache was likely only going to increase as the night went on. If this somehow managed to get its way to the Goblins this /would/ be a problem, and Merlin knows those bloodthirsty gits were looking for any excuse to go to war. Suddenly, he heard the /last/ thing he wanted.
“Sir, what’s with the Bertie’s box?”
“It’s just a regular box of every flavor.” “…With explosive runes?” Replied the Auror… Gruffly.
“Egads! Someone must be trying to kill me!”That one might actually be an assassination attempt! He was pretty sure he would remember enchanting a Bertie’s Box with explosives!... Right?
“… Right.” The Auror’s eye twitched.
Said Auror was strongly suspecting he wasn’t getting paid enough to deal with this gobshite… Before he reached back into the bag. Suddenly a pair of fangs sank into his gloved hand.“Ouch!”
He yanked his hand out, a fist sized, silver spider still attached. With a deft hand Milo tapped the ‘creature’ in a specific pattern, causing it to retract in on itself into a small ball.
“What the bloody hell was that!?”
“Just a toy!... It didn’t happen to get through your glove, right?”“No?”
“Right. Perfectly harmless."
In a word? The situation had already gone to shit, and Milo was… Admittedly a bit worried as to any other contents he might have left within. It was mostly papers!... He thought? Milo groaned audibly.
“Look, err… Sir. I’m only here to give a lecture in meeting hall 3, on this floor.”
The Auror’s eyes narrowed suspiciously. There was to be a ‘lecture’, something about Dark Artifacts and how to handle them, and conveniently it was supposed to be where the man said it was. Still, one didn’t become a senior Auror without a healthy dose of paranoia.
“There is no meeting room 3, who are you? Why are you here?”
Milo fought the urge to scream and, to his credit mostly managed, the sound coming out as some sort of strangled choke. Damned Auror’s and their “security”… He could practically hear the air quotes in his own mind. Didn’t they know if he had half a mind to actually get anything dangerous in, he wouldn’t go through a checkpoint!
“What do you mean, of course there is! Unless the missive I received was wrong?”
“What missive?”
“It’s in my bag, if I could jus-““You’re not going anywhere near your bag!”
By now there was a small audience of aurors and support staff alike that were watching the spectacle… Lovely…“Well then I’m sure you can find it, If you would-“
“Oh no, I’m not falling for that.”
“But if I coul-““You’re not going anywhere.”
That did it. He was completely and absolutely done. He had told the damned Goblins that this was going to be an unmitigated disaster, he didn’t care how much gold they were making. There was only one thing to do; only one course of action that would help at all.
Thump…
Thump…
Thump…
Milo began softly bashing his head against the nearby wall. This was getting absolutely nowhere, and his headache was likely only going to increase as the night went on. If this somehow managed to get its way to the Goblins this /would/ be a problem, and Merlin knows those bloodthirsty gits were looking for any excuse to go to war. Suddenly, he heard the /last/ thing he wanted.
“I’m going to need a Mind Healer on Basement level two.”
'FUCK'. 