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Office of Wesley Ferguson http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/a...anklinhehe.png The office of former Department Head and good friend Evander Bole looks much the same as it did when it was occupied by Bole. When Bole was first settling in, the office was stripped, wall to wall, ceiling to floor, and before furniture was brought in, or any decorating occurred, the naked room was liberally applied with a lattice of security charms. Bole went to such efforts that the charms, hexes, jinxes, curses, and advanced spells cross over each other, intertwine in places, and create an veritable net of impenetrability and secretiveness. Not only is it impossible to get into, but it is also impossible to eavesdrop upon. After all, those who have tried such a task have found themselves without ears the next day.
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It was incredibly weird to be sitting on this side of Truth was, he was really going to miss his friend. And he wasn't sure how he could say that in a man-to-man way without getting sappy. So he settled for a grunt and simple comment. "You'd better take those ugly portraits with you," Wes grunted, thumbing toward the old MLE heads on the wall behind him. "Or Izzy will decorate them with bows and crap." |
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Well Van wasn't gonna get sappy either. So he was content to communicate in grunts. He grunted now in response and looked up from the box that he was putting the last of his things in -including coffee mug, and photographs of Lily. Grunt. "And where would I put them? Lilyan would likely try to feed them, you know." Which... when had this whole WOMAN thing happened? They both had this... THING now. Woman. Women. Doing stuff. Grunt. |
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"Decorate the baby's room with them," he suggested with a chuckle. "Gotta start 'em early you know, if you want a future Hit Wizard/Witch." Or Healer. Whatever. Kid should be smart. IF his old friend even had a kid. Grunt. What else could Van do in retirement? |
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That got the look that it deserved. Van was still scared witless about this... impending baby business. Or really, impending POSSIBLE baby business, since they hadn't done the getting pregnant part yet. Even if he was quite amenable to that part. Grunt. "And who will fill in for Izzy when she has to take maternity leave, hmm?" HMM, OLD FRIEND? |
"........" Wes grunted instead of replying directly to Van at first. Merlin, Izzy? MATERNITY LEAVE? Did he really want those words together in the same sentence???? HAD VAN GONE AND GIVEN HER IDEAS?! "Touché, mate," was about all he had to say about that. "I'll sic Jax on those YATI kids though. Problem solved." That or Izzy was not going to have babies. NO BABIES FOR HER. |
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SMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRK. Well then. And that was why Wes shouldn't say things like that to Van, because he'd give as good as he got, or had Wes forgotten? He made a mental note to inform Gabe to give Wes a hard time every now and then. The guy needed it. "Yes. Jax. He's good. Best undercover operative we have... err... you have, right now." Other than the ones that were top secret, like Odessa. "I think I'm done." Stuff. Was in box. He eyed the portraits. Wes could handle those. They were ministry property anyway. |
"Sort of," Wes replied to that. "Might be needing him around here though since you know... you're leaving." Sigh. Van's box was full. Stuff was going. He was going. Wes stood and held out a hand. You know, the formal shake/goodbye/transfer of power/all that. "Are you really sure you're ready to go? It's been good times, old friend." |
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"Yeah. Its done. I'm gone. Its time. This was never the plan you know. The cult is what put me here, and now that they're... diminished," Not yet gone, but diminished and weakened and scattered, "I can go. And Lily needs me. She can't have any more of those nights not knowing if I'll be there the next day. And... I can't do to her what I did to Isobel." He met his friend's eyes frankly. "I have to be there for her. With her. And I need my Lily." And even Brysen. He was fond of the kid. But... "You sound like you don't expect to see me again." Brows. "Take care of them, won't you?" And... yes. Iz was under that... 'take care'. He didn't need to say it. He clasped Wesley's hand with his own. Manly shake. |
You two! There was no way this was true, someone surely was pulling his wand... Evander Bole, Department Head of Magical Law Enforcement and Cheif thorn in Armen's behind was retiring?! Armen could have skipped, SKIPPED he was so happy. He wondered to himself if Ikenna had heard this news, were the inmates at Azkaban aware of such things? Surely Evander had a giant poster of himself in the prison somewhere. His ego called for one at least. The Ministry "Hello there Evander, all packed up?" Oh, Wes was here too? Armen gave him a curt nod and spoke to him too. "Wes, being a lad and helping Mr. Bole carry his things out?" |
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Shaking his friend's hand, and then finishing it off with the obligatory arm slap, Wes smirked. "They're in good hands, you know. And I fully expect to see you limping around here far more often than Damien." The other retiree was already here too often as it was. "Take care of yourself, now." And Lily. And the kid(s). He would have said more had it not been for the timely (not) arrival of.... Quote:
"Shall we have the gopher carry your things, Van? Seems appropriate." He could only hope his old boss had cursed the box. |
Technically. Technically, Van could punch Armen now without any serious fall out. Wes would look the other way, surely? ... His expression said it all. "Unneeded." Van told Wes and simply limped over to the floo (where his cane happened to be neatly leaning against the wall), threw some powder in there and then levitated the box straight through. Then he fetched his cane and turned to look at Armen Recard. If it was still HIS office, he'd have expelled the man forcefully by matter of course. But as it was he simply stared him down. Yes? Did he have something to say? Evander wasn't going to waste words. |
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After watching Evander limp to the fireplace, Armen wanting to knock him over at every step, he watched and waited to see if the guy had anything to say to him. This could be the last time they spoke, hopefully for a long time. "Have a goooood life Van!" This was said with a sarcastic smile complete with a small wave. Yes everyone, the old coot was about to leave the building! |
Wes didn't even look at Armen, he just nodded at Van. "I'll hold your cane." And he would look in the other direction while the man exterminated the pest population of the room. |
Van nodded and solemnly passed his cane to Wes even as he stepped carefully forward. Still moving slowly he fastidiously folded up his sleeves and cuffs, and then.... ...his ham of a fist met Armen's nose with a satisfying craAAAaaaaAAAACK! Then he reached into his pocket and extracted a galleon, flicking it to Wes. "That ought to cover the fine for assaulting a Ministry Official." |
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And then it hit him.....square in the nose. The ex-department head's nose cracked upon impact and blood spurted down his face. "EEEOOOORRRRRRRKKKKKK!!!" Armen shrieked in pain and jammed both of his hands up, holding his face. "How d-d-dare you! Wes I know you don't like me but s-s-seriously he just assulted me--!!" Blood continuing to poor from between his fingers Armen whipped around to see Wes had his back turned, and now recieving a Galleon from the destestable Evander Bole. This was so ridicously horrible. A nightmare really. His face was going to be ruined. Armen for the first time in a long time had nothing to say, or he couldn't say it for fear of being hit again. He was fuming though, no less. |
What was that sound Armen had made? Not the one where his nose literally BROKE, but the other one? The gopher squeak? 'EEEOOOORRRRRRRKKKKKK!!!' was it? Wes was going to be imitating that one for years. Literally, YEARS after today. Best Van!Moment ever. The hand that caught the galleon went to his mouth as he tried most generously to cover the sound of his laughter with a series of fake coughs. "Here, Van," Wes eventually choked out, tossing the galleon back to his friend, "I believe my department enforces such fines and, as a witness, I'll tell you what, nothing happened here." Besides, Van needed that coin more than he did now. Turning back toward the gopher, he cleared his throat of any remaining giggles. "I suggest you go clean that sudden nosebleed up, Armen. And don't let the door hitcha where Merlin splitcha on the way out." |
Van caught the galleon neatly and pocketed it once more, even ignoring that.... sound. And he wasn't going to say a word to Armen... even if it'd be fun to taunt the man further. But no. Did you talk to bugs after you squished them under your shoe? Though, if Armen dripped too much blood on that carpet, it'd develop a taste for him. Should he warn the man? Nahhh. He shot Wes a wink though, and leaned against the solid desk, arms folded across his chest as he watched Armen with a sense of satisfaction. This was a memory he'd watch over and over. |
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Nose still tightly clenched in his grasp, Armen was about to shout HIS department!? It all made sense, he wasn't in here to see Van off, he was....taking over. O_____O This really was a nightmare. "You two are going to be sorry!" One of these days he was going to rise back again and he wasn't going to stay quiet, no way. And with that, and two burning glares at the two men, Armen Recard burst through the door and Apparated home. He was done for the day. |
Silently passing the cane back over to Van, Wes waited until Armen was gone to comment on that.... goodbye. "Wonder how good maintenance has gotten at getting blood out of carpet." |
"You should speak with Inez about his casual use of apparition within the Ministry, and see to it the wards are checked again." Van observed, and turned a grin on Wes, rather boyish. "I believe there is a fine for that." He took his cane with a flourish. "That felt good." |
Part of Isobel was pretty much fuming at that Fiance of hers. Trust him to get promoted to head of department and not even bother to tell her. Although the other part of her realised that he probably wasn't allowed to tell her, that part of her was not fuming at him. But if Wes was now department head, that could only mean one thing. Evander was retiring. That made her feel weird. She'd just literally got used to him being her boss, and now he wasn't going to be her boss. Instead the man that was soon to be her husband was going to be her boss. The awkward times were just never going to end were they? She could have very easily wandered through and got her YATI's to work. But she knew that she couldn't let Van escape this time without a goodbye. Things weren't like that. And she didn't need to sort of congratulate her man. Seeing as he was top dog around here now. Isobel did consider knocking the door, but then disregarded that idea. She was engaged to the man for merlins sake, she was pretty sure that wouldn't hex her for not knocking. So the head auror just let herself in. And she was about to say something to the both of them, but then she got distracted by something on the floor. What? "Why...is there blood on the floor?" |
heh. heheheheh. I like you two. "Merlin, Van, you're not my boss anymore. You can stop giving me orders." Wes grinned back at his friend though, quite like the co-conspirator that he was. Joking aside, he WOULD be keeping tabs on the gopher's apparition habits. Evander could be sure of that. "That looked good," he agreed with a chuckle. Highlight of the day for sure. Hearing the familiar sound of a pair of heels clicking down the hall angrily, Wes shifted his bum against the desk and grunted. Here comes trouble. Fifty galleons said it would be Izzy. And there she was. Wes didn't budge from his half-seat on his desk, although he did attempt to tone down his grinning. "Hello dear. Don't worry about the stains. They come with the job." Eh Van, eh? Nudge nudge. |
"It was just a friendly....suggestion." Hehe. Oh look. Isobel. Van watched her for a moment, trying to gauge her thoughts. Well she would have preferred knowing before the Memo went up, he expected. So Wes might have a bit of fall out from that. Not Van's problem. Hah. "There's always blood on the floor." Van remarked. "Don't worry, the carpet will absorb it." He waved one hand and his grin faded too. Hmmm. Was she gonna snap? Nahhh. Naaaaaaaaah. |
The blood strains on the carpet had kind of momentarily forget that she was kind of annoyed at Wesley for not telling her about his promotion. It didn't particuarly help with the two of them making funny jokes like that. "You two think you're so funny..." She mused with a grin, as she moved herself further into the office, settling herself down into one of the chairs on the one side of Wes's desk. She wasn't going to get at Wes for not telling her, not right now away. Oh noo. Wesley still had it coming. Isobel was just waiting for when they got home. "Let me rephrase that question..." She gazed towards the nice blood stain. "Who's blood is it?" And they had better answer this time. Because Isobel rather liked poeple answering her questions. And she could always decide to snap regarding her lack of knowledge about Wes' promotion. So it would be wise for them to answer. "Oh...." She then looked up at Wesley. "I suppose I should congratulate you dear?" |
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