You keep checking your phone, urging someone to make contact in the hopes that it would offer an escape from the dull conversation you found yourself in. It was neither immersive, nor engaging, consisting of only the prattle that spewed out of the male's lips. It would have been interesting had your mind not been on some other topic, and you were beginning to regret stopping by for what you had thought would be a short 'hello' to an old friend.
"I'm sorry, I've got to go or I'll be running late." You manage to find it in you to sound at least a little apologetic, even if you didn't feel it in the slightest. You were only really needed in an hour or so, and you weren't going to lie to yourself to think that it would take that long to get to the other end of town. Your boss wasn't picky if you were late, either, knowing that you would never willingly shirk your job.
You didn't want to be a pessimist, but it was difficult. The pay was good but the work was mind-numbingly dull to the point where you had studied paradoxes just to have something to think about while you rearranged meeting after meeting after meeting because some people didn't do their jobs. It was sorted after only a few moments, and a few more stern words and sheepish apologies, but the changes and edits weren't anything that required too much use of your brain for.
It was times like those where you wondered why you even left the wizarding world, and those thoughts usually ended with you arriving at your apartment greeted by an annoyed owl awaiting you, with a letter from either Ron or Harry that only further cemented the idea of the uselessness of the Ministry in your eyes. While you enjoyed keeping up with the wizarding world, to some extent for the off chance that you might want to venture within in it again at some point in time, there were some times that you rather hoped that you would actually read something that was done right.
…and not the possible rising of yet another Dark Lord hell-bent on destroying the world for a reason unknown to anyone but themselves! It was almost as bad as the time someone had been idiotic enough to damage a time turner and chuck the thing into the Veil, grains of time sand and all.
Because you absolutely refused to be a part of the emergency trio sent to defeat yet another megalomaniac with ego problems. One had been more than enough to satisfy any heroism that had been in your system. The second time you had returned to save them was only because it threatened the safety of the general populace, and your parents were still living in London, dammit!
You abandon the parchment with a glare, removing your coat and shoes on the way to your bedroom. It really wasn't your job anymore.
Written for Pokemon Journey Challenge: pessimist, grain, You keep checking your phone, urging someone to make contact