Post by Max Kameren on Feb 12, 2019 14:46:20 GMT -5
April 30th 2038
The Auror’s offices had closed officially hours ago. Only a few dim lights illuminated the hallways along with streams of light beaming from a few interrogation rooms criss-crossing through the aisles. At this late hour, offices reserved for high-profile projects deserving of round-the-clock attention were the only areas of activity in the Department of Law Enforcement, possibly the entire Ministry. The aurors who tended them would pass quietly, like ghosts haunting the horrors in the case files they carried.
Max Kameren had finally found himself the subject of one of those high-profile cases. Rowena’s break-in had also shed light on Simone and Max’s smuggling operation, and he returned to his desk confiscated and Max moved to Cain’s laboratory permanently for more supervision. Here he claimed the lone desk at the front of the room, now piled high with Junior Auror study materials. The only eyes vigilant enough to watch the Shield, it appeared, were the tireless eyes of the Haunt of Cubicle Four.
Though the Stone was finished and now floated radiating his aura in the corner, Max’s work continued on. Alex’s punishment was successful in keeping Max too busy to stir up more trouble. Training with the Juniors was like being a trainee Healer all over again; there were entire books of rules and protocols to follow, many of which as a consultant Max found he had already broken. Along with this paperwork Max was still honing his Shield skills with the more seasoned aurors and trying to get a step ahead of the Shadowloved. There weren’t enough hours in the day for him to be both a consultant and a Junior Auror. It was just what his uncle had calculated, Max soon realized.
But he was fairly sure he knew which priorities were lower on the list, and within the first week and a half of his punishment the Juior Auror paperwork fell by the wayside. But now it was coming due, and rather than have Eden breathing down his neck about his procrastination he was instead working a late night at the office, scanning pages of protocol until his eyelids were heavy and the text started to blur on the page.
“Ugh,” Max groaned, letting his head fall into his study materials with a muted thump. When he’d finished the Stone Max thought his exhaustion would finally be over. But it was only beginning.
The Auror’s offices had closed officially hours ago. Only a few dim lights illuminated the hallways along with streams of light beaming from a few interrogation rooms criss-crossing through the aisles. At this late hour, offices reserved for high-profile projects deserving of round-the-clock attention were the only areas of activity in the Department of Law Enforcement, possibly the entire Ministry. The aurors who tended them would pass quietly, like ghosts haunting the horrors in the case files they carried.
Max Kameren had finally found himself the subject of one of those high-profile cases. Rowena’s break-in had also shed light on Simone and Max’s smuggling operation, and he returned to his desk confiscated and Max moved to Cain’s laboratory permanently for more supervision. Here he claimed the lone desk at the front of the room, now piled high with Junior Auror study materials. The only eyes vigilant enough to watch the Shield, it appeared, were the tireless eyes of the Haunt of Cubicle Four.
Though the Stone was finished and now floated radiating his aura in the corner, Max’s work continued on. Alex’s punishment was successful in keeping Max too busy to stir up more trouble. Training with the Juniors was like being a trainee Healer all over again; there were entire books of rules and protocols to follow, many of which as a consultant Max found he had already broken. Along with this paperwork Max was still honing his Shield skills with the more seasoned aurors and trying to get a step ahead of the Shadowloved. There weren’t enough hours in the day for him to be both a consultant and a Junior Auror. It was just what his uncle had calculated, Max soon realized.
But he was fairly sure he knew which priorities were lower on the list, and within the first week and a half of his punishment the Juior Auror paperwork fell by the wayside. But now it was coming due, and rather than have Eden breathing down his neck about his procrastination he was instead working a late night at the office, scanning pages of protocol until his eyelids were heavy and the text started to blur on the page.
“Ugh,” Max groaned, letting his head fall into his study materials with a muted thump. When he’d finished the Stone Max thought his exhaustion would finally be over. But it was only beginning.