Oh Rob just couldn't seem to get his words out, could he? How cute. Estella giggled and looked from Rob to Daemon, hoping he could give her an idea of what to do.

He didn't seem to want to answer either, Estella's eyes narrowed at the men. She demanded an answer. "Anyone?" She cooed, her eyes darting from Rob to Daemon as if she were watching a tennis match.

Then she heard another voice, a female voice. Estella's harsh gaze switched to the brunette, Annabelle, in a loathing way. "Are you now?" She said condescendingly, "Fabulous."

Then Aveira piped up, and the sound of her voice made Stella want to vomit all over the office. She didn't show this on the outside of course, pretty girls like here didn't vomit. That was silly.

"Well that wasn't very professional, was it," Estella said in the MOST business like of ways. She gave the woman a wink though, because she HAD been paid do to that. Modeling for Gladrags, it payed her well.

Then that lovely man, Warren, roared above them all. Estella didn't flinch, although her gaze quickly snapped in his direction. She eyed him longingly, her blue eyes could have melted a fire-truck. "Certainly." She said, walking as close to him as she possibly could on her way to the desk he sat aside.

Methodically putting her hair up in a ponytail, she sat down in the desk and crossed her legs. Picking up the warrant, Estella swiftly read over it. Now it was time for business. "The only thing we need for an arrest warrant is a limited amount of evidence that would indicate the defendant guilty." She said it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, but she wasn't done... Estella turned in her chair, her dangerous eyes flickering up to Warren. "We have enough evidence to arrest the man, but not convict the man. He would have right to a trial in court, and without proper evidence, that would get absolutely nowhere. What we need, and I've been saying this for awhile now," She pursed her lips haughtily, "Is a warrant to use veritaserum. Or, at the very least, track him by means of stealth. Only you, another member of Wizengamont, or the Minister herself can issue such a document. By this time, I would consider it to be prudent to take heavier measures."

Her turned in her chair and winked quickly to Rob and Daemon, followed by a curt glare to Aveira and Annabelle.

Warren listened to everyone's responses only sending a passing look to Ben as he walked in and toward his desk. He could tell by the way the kid looked at him he wanted to talk but right now wasn't a good time.

As Estella walked over, obviously ignoring the chair he had indicated before, and sat behind him at the desk he was leaning against he frowned at her look. Was this woman serious? Listening to her answer he pursed his lips, "Now that's something entirely different than what Mr. Blackstone said." Turning toward the man he frowned thoughtfully, "Is that what you want?" He looked back at Estella thoughtfully, "Prove to me you have enough evidence to arrest him and I'll sign this warrant for you. Veritaserum is a controlled potion and the use of such without Ministry approval is punishable in itself. So...Ms. Powers....state your case."

Prometheus walked into his old cubicle, placing his things in there old positions, he thoughted to himself "Wow, this feels weird".
Having left to help his father, the famed WizardArcheologist, in Peru he had to put in a request for temporary, but now had returned and was ready to work.

He looked up and noticed a department memo, pinned to his board.
"Departmental Duel Contest - hmmmmmmm interesting" he mused outloud.

Estella smiled wickedly, "Oh, I know. Veriterserum is a very dangerous substance." Her lips curled even more dangerously, oh the thing she could make even Warren himself admit. Surely he was in love with STELLA not Alexa. Gross.

Anyways, the sultry blonde uncrossed her legs and stood up from her chair. Time to state her case.

"Well," She began, taking two clacky!heel steps towards Warren, "We don't have any hard evidence on the man yet." Not that Estella couldn't get it in .245 seconds if she really wanted to, "He has covered his tracks well. He is, a true mastermind." Kind of like Stella herself right? Right. "What we do know is this," She took another step towards Warren, she was now officially in his bubble. "Magic has been produced in a muggle local right near this supposed 'muggle' car dealership. If one were to put two and two together, I'd say that he was enchanting the cars out of that very place. Of course, we have no HARD evidence."

And that was a problem.

"I have been trying to find a person who has transacted with him in the past, but no one is willing to come forward. They know they would likely be incriminated as well. BUT, I do think with the situation given, we have enough evidence to press an arrest warrent."

Stella took two steps closer, she was mere inches from him now. Here longing eyes penetrated into his rough eyes, looked to the arrest warrant, and back to the Division Head. "So I think it would be just a lovely idea, if you were to sign that arrest warrant." She almost cooed at him, but not *quite*.

Warren threw his office door open and looked around. Damn kids. He thought again as he went over toward his cabinet and pulled out some files to discard. Old cases, solved cases..the place really was left in a mess. This was just busy work he needed something real to do. Maybe he should have stayed an Auror. Maybe...

Ben walked into the MLES office and looked at Warren's office. Door wide open. He must be in a crummy mood. Okay... Only business... Only business. He walked to the door and adjusted his suit and tie before observing what Warren was doing. Cleaning out files. Okay... Ben knocked on the open door and waited for Warren to say if it was okay or not ok for him to come in.

Warren looked up as he heard a knock on his door and saw Ben. Turning back toward the filing cabinet he pulled out another file and dropped it on his desk, "Yes? Come in." He looked over his shoulder as he dropped another file on his desk. Yes he was going to keep those two trouble makers busy looking through all of these. "What were you wanting to discuss with me?" Of course cause he wouldn't want to come in for a 'chat' no he had to want something.

Ben walked in and approached Warren's desk as he asked what he wanted to discuss with him. "I was curious about the status on the Car Dealership Case. I know the file on it forwards and backwards and was wondering when we were going to step in. I overheard some of your conversation with Ms. Powers on the matter and heard something about needing an arrest warrant." Anything on the case. Ben would want to know details. Get inside. Get involved. "Will we be arresting this person soon?"

Prometheus walked back into the office, the meeting had ended quiet abruptly, but he was fine with that. Seeing as though it was still just his first day back, some time in his office, in his own cubicle would be nice.
As he walked into the room, he heard Warren's and someone else's voices in Warrens office. Prometheus would tell Warren he was back when he had a spare moment, right now he had paperwork to do

Aveira strolled into the offices before most of the rest of the crowd, pondering what the rest of the work day would entail. Rob and Daemon were already assigned desk work... so she better not anger the boss, or she might end up with the same fate. Shudder. Desk work...

Warren threw a few more files down onto his desk and looked down at Ben. "Ms. Powers doesn't want an arrest warrant they need a warrant to use veritaserum." Which reminded him he needed to fill that warrant out for them still. Pulling out a few more files he set them on his desk, "So as of right now no. I'll fill out that warrant and..." he looked thoughtful for a moment, "and you can sit in on the interrogation to make sure it goes according to the law." Picking up the rather heavy and large stack of files on his desk he handed them to Ben, "Do me a favour and give those to our lovely trouble makers. Tell them I want them to look through all of the files for...any irregularities," He smirked knowing that all they'd find would be old outdated stuff but it would keep them busy. "And that they only have til the end of the day to look through all of that. Maybe next time they won't be so quick to draw wands."

Rob walked into the office, already noticing that several people were there. He walked over to the bossman's office, and saw that he and Ben were there. And then Rob noticed the huge stack of files. His eyes almost popped out of his head. There had to be at least 30 or 40 files in Ben's arms. Rob half hoped the stack was for Ben, and not Rob and Daemon. With a gulp, Rob knocked on the doorframe. "I'm here." He said, his voice only slightly wavering.

Annabeth walked in and went to stand next to Aviera. "you know, I really think they shouldn't have drawn wands. Not the best way to make a good impression." She went to her desk and began to organize things. Not that she had much to organize. She didn't have much to do yet.

Benjamin listened to Warren. Oh. veritaserum. Work on your hearing, Benjamin. Then when Warren said Ben would be the one watching the interrogation. That made his day. Warren ACTUALLY trusts Ben to do something like that. Cool! Ben IS working his way up. A smirk appeared on his face as he received all the files. "Yes, sir." He said backing up, and turned out of Warren's office.

And right outside Warren's office, was desk work boy number one. "Hi there," Ben said with a smirk. He took half of the huge pile of files and placed it in Rob's arms. "Warren wants you to... Look through these and make sure there are no... irregularities." Ben started walking away before he turned back and revealed the last part of the assignment. "Oh, and you have until the end of the day."

Ben then started to walk through the office, looking for trouble maker number two...

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Annabeth walked in and went to stand next to Aviera. "you know, I really think they shouldn't have drawn wands. Not the best way to make a good impression." She went to her desk and began to organize things. Not that she had much to organize. She didn't have much to do yet.

"I know," Aveira replied. "But it was their choice..." She paused, also walking over to her desk. It was barren of anything personal. Just how she liked it. That meant she had no underlying affections towards anything yet. Yet. Sigh. "We were thinking of getting drinks at the Leaky Cauldron after work, to resolve Rob and Daemon's looming aggravation. You want to come?"

Rob quickly wrapped his arms around the pile in his arms. So they were for him. "Uhh...thanks. I guess." He said, trying to prevent the stack from falling out of his hands. He set them down on his desk and looked up. "Irregularities? What irregularities?" Rob asked. He cracked open the first one and groaned. It was a good 10 years old. He had until the end of the day to find irregularities in old cases. He half wondered if setting the files on fire would help him. "No." He said out loud, shaking his head. His wand had gotten him in enough trouble already.

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Rob quickly wrapped his arms around the pile in his arms. So they were for him. "Uhh...thanks. I guess." He said, trying to prevent the stack from falling out of his hands. He set them down on his desk and looked up. "Irregularities? What irregularities?" Rob asked. He cracked open the first one and groaned. It was a good 10 years old. He had until the end of the day to find irregularities in old cases. He half wondered if setting the files on fire would help him. "No." He said out loud, shaking his head. His wand had gotten him in enough trouble already.

"Irregularities," Aveira murmured, laughing to herself as she made her way to Rob's desk. "You're going through old things," she replied with a shrug. "Anything and everything you find in there will be irrelevant to anyone living. Any irregularities will already have been addressed and solved. But you have to do it nonetheless, because otherwise you'll get in trouble." Smirk. She knew this type of stuff... She had tried working in an office once before.

"How true. Check this case out. It's like, 30 years old." Rob frowned as he read through some of the files. "This one is almost as old as my dad." He shook his head. "They need a better filing system." Rob complained as he sorted the files into little stacks according to age. "This is madness. Most of these cases are at least 10 years old." Rob said, speed reading through the cases. "What irregularities are in this one?" Rob asked, tossing Aveira a file.

"The only irregularities are the fact that I'm the one reading it," Aveira murmured. "I wasn't the one who shot flames out of my wand haphazardly." She examined it nonetheless and sighed. "The facts are crossed in this one. Just write every abnormality down so you remember."

"It wasn't...really...my fault. I thought he said he wanted to duel now." Rob shrugged and began jotting down the irregularities, tossing the files to the side after he was done with one. "And I didn't shoot them haphazardly, I was aiming for Daemon. I thought he would throw up a Protego or something." Rob paused and looked up at her. "But, sorry for not realizing you were in the middle. 'Least you got your hair done for free." He chuckled and resumed writing.

"Eh, I've had worse," Aveira replied with a shrug. Truth. "Good luck with all of that paperwork." Pfft, she wasn't helping him, even if she did pity him. That was what Daemon was for.

"Worse?" Rob asked, half glancing up. "What could be worse than desk duty?" He said, flexing his wrist. Rob had written almost 3 pages worth and wasn't even a 1/3 through his stack. "Thanks. I need luck. Or a fire. A well place fire could help me out of this." Rob said as he tossed yet another file onto the pile of completed ones.

"I'll tell you someday," Aveira replied. "It's a long story that involves blood and gore, and you have to focus on your work. If you managed to mess up somehow, you'd probably be made to start over again. And don't try fire... That's exactly what got you into this mess. It'd be stupid to risk your butt for that attempt."

Daemon walked into the office after Rob, he had hesitated a little outside the door, but he finally walked in. He went over to Rob and took a step back in surprise.

"Please tell me that pile is - at least - for the both of us."