A/N: Hello again!
I have probably been writing this for ages now, and decided to re-write the whole thing in like two days. I'm only short of a few chapters so hopefully I'll be able to post them regularly. The story will come to about 10,000 words (As is my plan at this point).
Hope you enjoy :)
Sorry for any grammar mistakes and so on, english isn't my first language.
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The man walked briskly among the bypassers. As he walked down the sidewalk ill smelling steam was surrounding him. The massive buildings that covered every inch of the city shadowed the paved path, giving off the sense that it was sometime in the afternoon rather than midday. As he turned the corner of the block he ascended into the underground together with the rest of the late commuters. The ticket machines were all occupied and on the platform ahead a train was approaching. The tip of what appeared to be a wooden stick was sticking out of the man's sleeve and suddenly the people around him parted way for him. He got onto the train mere seconds before the doors closed. As the train went into the tunnel the most peculiar thing happened. The man had walked to the back doors of the carriage and as the train was plunged in darkness he walked through them.
What greeted him on the other side was the stuff of wonder. Massive columns held the ceiling in the great hall. All around the room were huge arched windows which filled the marbled floor with light from all angles. On either side of the hall there were two large staircases which led to a second story. In the very middle of the hall was a massive clock, which levitated seemingly without support. The ceiling was adorned with murals depicting women and men holding sticks and wonderful creatures fighting them. Straight ahead from where the man had appeared was a sigil depicting the American flag and an eagle-like creature, which read: "Magical congress of the United States of America". The man didn't seem to take notice of his surroundings as he was quickly afoot again after his appearance. He walked up the stairs on the far right and then straight ahead until he reached a set of escalators. It seemed as if it went on forever, but the man walked off once he had passed two floors. He fished a badge out of his pocket which he showed the guard at the entrance of the two massive doors. The room on the inside was filled with wooden desks which stood on wooden floors. Men and women were sat in near silence and only the sound of the typewriters could be heard. As the man walked down the aisle he greeted a few of the silently working people. At the end of the path was a door which led to the office of 'Head Auror Chen'. The man politely knocked and entered once the man on the inside replied.
"Nice of you to finally show up Auror Walder-Mason," the man spoke with a grating voice from behind his desk. He pointed strictly at the armchair in front of him as a way of gesture for the man.
"There was a bit of traffic," the man replied shrugging his shoulders before he sat down. The man waited patiently for his boss to continue talking.
"I've called you here for a top secret and highly important mission…" Mr. Chen drifted off as his eyes darted out into the office area as on the lookout for spies.
"What is it this time, infiltration of the mob, Magical bodyguard to the president-," the man was cut off as Mr. Chen began speaking once again.
"You are to take part in a collaboration with the United Kingdom's Ministry of Magic, you are going to teach them some all American values. Knock some sense into those muddy-water drinkers," The man who had previously sat laidback immediately tensed up. His knuckles were clenched, his jaw set and his face had gone as white as a sheet, but to unknowing onlookers he looked exactly the same as he always did.
"bb-but Sir, I have a family here. I can't expect them to move across the Atlantic for my sake," the man spoke in a slightly wobbly voice. "Don't worry boy, I'll only be a couple of months, it's just a measle exchange program. I only agreed cause they wanted to know how to eradicate the no-mags from the experts," the man stood up his back facing the man in the armchair as he peered out of the massive casement window in front of him.
"Well, sir I'm honored but I don't think I can do this," the man pleaded.
"Christopher," Mr. Chen turned to stare at the man,
"Either you do this or you're fired, without a letter of recommendation," he said strictly before returning to his desk chair.
"I think we are done here, please close the door on your way out." Christopher rose from the chair and walked out with a distraught look on his face. His shoulders were hunched over and his head bowed as he stumbled past the desks on his way out.
"Chris, My man, you ready for the Quadpod match on Sunday, against the Obliviators," The man that spoke was the complete opposite of Christopher Walder-Mason. His hair was a beachy blonde which went just past his shoulders, he was unshaven and was currently holding his hand as to gesture a fist bump.
"Eh, sorry, Jake. I need to pick up Lyra," the man pushed himself past Jake in an effort to leave the building. As he exited the building through the main exit the sun shone into his eyes. The sun was setting awfully early in the winter time.
Christopher smiled as a friendly-looking old lady held the door open. The man stumbled into the main entrance of an apartment complex holding the hand of a little girl and a bag of groceries.
"Honey can you press the button," he gestured with his left arm to the elevator in front of them. The little girl was oblivious to the emotions of her father. The normally composed man looked frightened to death as the two neared closer to apartment number twenty-five. Once again he gestured to the girl and she promptly knocked on the door.
"Coming," a calm Somerset accent rang from the inside. About a minute or so after a woman with red frizzy hair and blue eyes opened the door to the apartment. Christopher let go of the girl as she sprinted into the room. He trudged inside the apartment quickly kissing the woman on the cheek as he passed her. The man's appearance changed as he walked further into the flat. His dark brown hair transformed to a near white shade of platinum and the color of his skin turned from an ivory to a pale porcelain. His sea-green eyes were suddenly a cloudy grey.
"How was work Scorp," the woman helped him unpack the groceries.
"Ehm- well I'm going on a mission," She sighed loudly. Not only was his looks changed, but his voice as well, which now resembled the Queen's English.
"Were to, this time," The man avoided all eye contact with the woman and mumbled out an incoherent word. The woman eyed him strictly.
"They are sending me to the UK," she gaped, almost collapsing into the barstool behind her.
"You can't be serious," her eyes were wide in confusion.
"Rose, they are forcing me. They'll fire me if I don't." Rose simply looked at him, utterly silent.
"That should be illegal," her voice was brittle.
"You've always known to be a bit unethical," The man looked at her with a gloomy smile.
"How long," she asked while recollecting herself enough to continue putting the food away.
"They are going to send me a package in the mail with all the information".
Just as the couple finished putting the small girl to bed that night the mail of their front door abruptly opened and closed. On the front mat lay a huge envelope which looked quite heavy. The man hurried over to pick it up and opened it as he took his seat in sofa.
Auror Walder-Mason
You are to be stationed in the UK for the next four months under the supervision of Head Auror Potter. The transferee from the UK will need shelter provided by you, as this is not an expense the MACUSA department of justice can undertake. Attached are clear instructions on your training program which you are to provide to the British Aurors (See appendix 2 on the threat of the No-Mags). Your departure is to take place at the top of the MACUSA headquarters at exactly 12 o'clock on February 14 th where a portkey will be provided.
Safe Travels
Head Auror Chen and the Department of Justice.
"Scorpius," The woman stared into his eyes, "That's this Saturday".