Chapter Two: The Dreaded Document
Senior Archivist Ernwhistle sat motionless, astonished, as he faced his rather composed colleague, Junior Archivist Mikhail Aziz.
"I've never seen that boy flustered," he thought bemusedly, but was jolted abruptly out of his thoughts when said man suddenly spoke.
"That was rather unexpected," uttered Aziz, peering at the harmless looking document on the crowded circular table before them.
"That's the understatement of the century!" blurted Peterkins, voicing Ernwhistle's own thoughts.
"Is the document verifiably accurate?" inquired the junior archivist, ignoring the intern to his right.
Ernwhistle frowned, as he scrutinized the article in question.
"Hmm.. it appears to be," he replied, as he finally found his voice.
"Measures will have to be taken then." responded Aziz, as he swiftly extracted his oak wand from the holster around his arm and proceeded to obliviate the fresh faced intern working with them.
Peterkins, slightly dazed and completely unaware of his obliviation, was simply relieved to get the opportunity to leave the dusty office when he was ordered out on the menial and almost unnecessary task of purchasing further self-updating parchment. With the tedious bureaucratical paperwork, that task would hopefully keep the young man occupied for the remainder of the afternoon.
Upon seeing the questioning look his superior sent in his direction, the obliviator calmly stated, "I'm sure you are aware that Robert is not considered an actual member of our staff. Not to mention that I really don't trust him to remain silent about such sensitive matters."
"That was not your duty though, lad. But well, it is done, "sighed Ernwhistle, massaging his forehead. "Come, we'd best speak with the head, and he may even have to alert the Minister."
"The Minister?"
"Aye, the Minister, Minister Fudge," asserted Ernwhistle, as he maneuvered his way through a twisted maze of stacked shelves.
"There are far better and more efficient persons to alert than that incompetent imbecile," thought his companion, frowning darkly. "And if you shall not alert them, I certainly will."
It was with this silent promise that the former Slytherin prefect surreptitiously sent an urgent owl to the current head of his old and beloved alma mater. The recipient almost choked on his lemon drop when he reached that particular part of his evening mail.
^ Well, updated slightly faster than expected, although my chapters really haven't increased in length at all. Dedicate this chapter to lillinfields and Toby7, my very first reviewers, didn't really expect anyone to review, but I'm really glad that you did. Anyone out there has any suggestions on what the document is/should be?
Senior Archivist Ernwhistle sat motionless, astonished, as he faced his rather composed colleague, Junior Archivist Mikhail Aziz.
"I've never seen that boy flustered," he thought bemusedly, but was jolted abruptly out of his thoughts when said man suddenly spoke.
"That was rather unexpected," uttered Aziz, peering at the harmless looking document on the crowded circular table before them.
"That's the understatement of the century!" blurted Peterkins, voicing Ernwhistle's own thoughts.
"Is the document verifiably accurate?" inquired the junior archivist, ignoring the intern to his right.
Ernwhistle frowned, as he scrutinized the article in question.
"Hmm.. it appears to be," he replied, as he finally found his voice.
"Measures will have to be taken then." responded Aziz, as he swiftly extracted his oak wand from the holster around his arm and proceeded to obliviate the fresh faced intern working with them.
Peterkins, slightly dazed and completely unaware of his obliviation, was simply relieved to get the opportunity to leave the dusty office when he was ordered out on the menial and almost unnecessary task of purchasing further self-updating parchment. With the tedious bureaucratical paperwork, that task would hopefully keep the young man occupied for the remainder of the afternoon.
Upon seeing the questioning look his superior sent in his direction, the obliviator calmly stated, "I'm sure you are aware that Robert is not considered an actual member of our staff. Not to mention that I really don't trust him to remain silent about such sensitive matters."
"That was not your duty though, lad. But well, it is done, "sighed Ernwhistle, massaging his forehead. "Come, we'd best speak with the head, and he may even have to alert the Minister."
"The Minister?"
"Aye, the Minister, Minister Fudge," asserted Ernwhistle, as he maneuvered his way through a twisted maze of stacked shelves.
"There are far better and more efficient persons to alert than that incompetent imbecile," thought his companion, frowning darkly. "And if you shall not alert them, I certainly will."
It was with this silent promise that the former Slytherin prefect surreptitiously sent an urgent owl to the current head of his old and beloved alma mater. The recipient almost choked on his lemon drop when he reached that particular part of his evening mail.
^ Well, updated slightly faster than expected, although my chapters really haven't increased in length at all. Dedicate this chapter to lillinfields and Toby7, my very first reviewers, didn't really expect anyone to review, but I'm really glad that you did. Anyone out there has any suggestions on what the document is/should be?