Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2014 0:18:52 GMT
Actually, showing up for work was a given for some people.
People whose particular line of business did not consist of apparating to the nearest mudblood and doing their worst. Or hunting down their sympathizers. Capturing them, killing them, maiming them...or worse. Thorfinn guessed he did show up for work regularly, then - but most of the work was going on outside the walls of the Ministry. They were called here only for serious meetings and it nearly always involved teamwork; something he tried to avoid like plague. Perhaps he was lucky and the secretary of someone's secretary had sent him that owl just to...check up on him? See if he was alive? Maybe they just thought he had not checked in too long.
But-that would mean they'd be focusing solely on him. And another thing he was no fan of was legillimency. Yeah, no one could have avoided it when being truly interrogated in this new order. Those of strong minds were able to resist, but Thorfinn never had quite been listed among those. So, if anyone was to look into his mind and see how he was not really all that into his job and all this Death Eater stuff, to put it so...well, it had earned him some Crucio before. Despite his exemplary performance.
Not to even mention the fact that the owl had said now (well, the letter had, not exactly the owl) and he'd planned on spending his morning...differently. Sleeping in after a rather wild night. Suffice it to say, he was not quite sober. Completely. Yet. And he did not know whether he more dreaded legillimency or the hangover that was bound to come.
Of course, what he dreaded most was that the leader of the Snatchers would notice that he was barely walking a straight line. Fenrir Greyback was scary enough when he was not completely mad. And unforgivables came rather easy to him, especially when it was about his own subordinates.
With a sigh, he made his way towards the offices, hoping that the secretary had just needed his signature on something. Payment? Promotion? Huh. Fat chance of that.
People whose particular line of business did not consist of apparating to the nearest mudblood and doing their worst. Or hunting down their sympathizers. Capturing them, killing them, maiming them...or worse. Thorfinn guessed he did show up for work regularly, then - but most of the work was going on outside the walls of the Ministry. They were called here only for serious meetings and it nearly always involved teamwork; something he tried to avoid like plague. Perhaps he was lucky and the secretary of someone's secretary had sent him that owl just to...check up on him? See if he was alive? Maybe they just thought he had not checked in too long.
But-that would mean they'd be focusing solely on him. And another thing he was no fan of was legillimency. Yeah, no one could have avoided it when being truly interrogated in this new order. Those of strong minds were able to resist, but Thorfinn never had quite been listed among those. So, if anyone was to look into his mind and see how he was not really all that into his job and all this Death Eater stuff, to put it so...well, it had earned him some Crucio before. Despite his exemplary performance.
Not to even mention the fact that the owl had said now (well, the letter had, not exactly the owl) and he'd planned on spending his morning...differently. Sleeping in after a rather wild night. Suffice it to say, he was not quite sober. Completely. Yet. And he did not know whether he more dreaded legillimency or the hangover that was bound to come.
Of course, what he dreaded most was that the leader of the Snatchers would notice that he was barely walking a straight line. Fenrir Greyback was scary enough when he was not completely mad. And unforgivables came rather easy to him, especially when it was about his own subordinates.
With a sigh, he made his way towards the offices, hoping that the secretary had just needed his signature on something. Payment? Promotion? Huh. Fat chance of that.
