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Jul 10 2017, 03:11 PM
It had been a long, boring day for Levi and it wasn't even halfway through. His morning had been filled with meetings and his early afternoon on paperwork. Just as he was thinking about popping down to the Atrium and apparating to his grandparents house for food the word came. A man previously found guilty of a crime was now, thanks to new evidence, innocent.
It hadn't been Levi's case. He hadn't arrested the man but still, as Head Auror it was his job to give the man, or since he was missing his family the good news. It also fell to him to take whatever bollocking may come with the delivering of said news. People did like to shoot the messenger after all.
To the Atrium he went then but a lunch of his grandmothers cooking would sadly have to wait. Disapparating beside the fountain the Auror soon appeared on a dirt road in what seemed to be the middle of nowhere. It was of course somewhere, exactly where Levi wanted to be. The Sannesley house wasn't too far of a walk.
He set off, his tan hiking boots disturbing the ground causing small dust clouds to hide his souls. Soon enough the bottom of his stonewash jeans were as dusty as a forgotten home and the heat forced him to take his jacket off. The white t-shirt he wore gleemed in the sunlight as his bare arms appreciated the warmth.
Soon the house came into view and Levi quickened his pace, springing up the steps he made the door in what he guessed would be record time. The house was huge and to Levi very off-putting. He could never see himself living in such a place - how on earth did they keep it clean?
His large hand he curled into a fist and knocked the door once... twice... three times. Taking a step back the Auror clasped his hands behind his back as he waited for and answer.Pavon B Sannesley
(Thought we could be mean to poor Pavon - have him show Levi the way the try to listen at the door?)
Jul 10 2017, 12:47 PM
Sitting in his office Levi was just beginning to enjoy his moment of quiet. It was a rare thing in life, rarer still in the life of an Auror. He must appreciate it when it came around because he never did know when it might happen again. Leaning back in his chair he put his hands behind his head and closed his eyes.
It was right then, just as he was thinking of how he could spend his upcoming time off with Portia a memo landed on his chest. "Damn." he uttered when he opened his eyes and spied the offending parchment. With a flick of his wrist the memo was opened and the words read. "Damn." he repeated before standing and leaving his office.
To the Auror headquarters he went - a large room with desks partitioned off from one another. Usually, though he was now Head Auror, Levi spent most of his time in this room. He liked being with his fellow Aurors. For years they'd worked closely together becoming close collegues and then friends. Why should that change just because he got a promotion? He was still the same guy afterall.
The room itself was mostly empty of bodies as Levi had known it would be. He'd seen every callout come in and decided who would go on the call. Knowing just who he was left with the large Auror smiled. Time to make someone's day.
Popping his head over one of the partitions he grinned. "How's desk work treating you, Lockhart? How do you feel about just jumping back into the job?" Of course Levi shouldn't even be asking such a thing. Lockhart had just returned from medical leave and the rules stated he'd to spend a certain amount of time on desk duty before being allowed back in the field. Luckily for him though Levi knew only too well how boring that time could be and how uneeded it mostly was.
"Just got a memo. Young woman gone missing, presumed kidnapped. Come on, you know you're better than I at dealing with these families." He told the white lie as he showed Lockhart the name of the upperclass pureblood family on the memo.Gilderoy Lockhart
Dec 1 2016, 07:21 PM
Having made arrangements with the school to interview one of the students Levi didn't bother going to work that day. Instead he was able to spend a peaceful morning in his flat catching up on all the little things he'd been far too busy to do lately. It was nice, relaxing in a busy kind of way and all too soon it was time for him to leave.
The winter chill bit into his exposed cheeks making him glad of the wooly hat his grandmother had knitted for his shaven head. A crunch on the frost the weak sun had failed to melt by lunchtime accompanied his every step but left no prints. The street was crossed quickly and soon enough Levi was in the pub, sweating in seconds thanks to the fire blazing in the hearth.
Making his way to greet Keenan the Auror pulled off his hats and gloves. His friend (for that's what he had become) greeted him with a welcoming smile. "Just a butterbeer today, Marsden." Levi ordered and the barman nodded. "One for the boy too." The fizz of the pump was music to Levi's ears as it had been since his first ever visit to the pub, it followed him through the back and into the office where Keenan had said he'd deliver the drinks.
It was a small room, just big enough for it's purpose of an office. It held one desk, two chairs and a full wall shelf that was fit to bursting with books and ledgers. Accounts Levi guessed, perhaps some secret recipes too. Not that he'd look to see, he wouldn't pry without cause but it was fun to guess. The doorknob pressed into his back and he smiled when he glanced down and spied the black nose pressing through. "Come on then." He told the big huskie as he opened the door. "He'll feel better with you here I'm sure."
Not that the boy had anything to worry about but he'd struck Levi as a nervous type. Which was why he'd gone to the trouble of setting up somewhere he knew the boy felt comfortable and why he was letting the dog stay. The big man sat himself behind the spotlessly clean desk watching the door. Storm soon joined him putting her head on his lap. Of course he had to pet her, it would have been unkind not to.Pavon B Sannesley
Apr 3 2016, 07:33 AM
How many times now had Levi tried and simply not been able to take his annual leave now? Well no more! He deserved his time off. He was even being a good sport by not demanding the extra days that being Head Auror entitled him to. No, a couple of weeks was more than enough for the big Auror and he was damned sure he'd be getting them.
As soon as he'd awoken that morning he'd set off for The Ministry to have a word with his own superior. Some cross words had been uttered, voices raised but in the end, as Levi had been forced to point out, not giving him his vacation time was illegal. Everyone needed rest and he wouldn't perform his job to his usual high standard if he was needing some.
The bright, wide smile hadn't left his face since the office door had closed behind him. Two weeks! Two whole weeks! What was he to do with himself? What could he get up to? Of course he popped in to see his grandparents first and his grandmother made some lunch. It was nice to catch up with them, he'd seen so very little of their faces since the party.
Happy in the knowledge that they were both fine Levi had set off for home after eating his fill and being forced to take leftovers by the little old lady. Home, his home, the little flat he's purchased in Hogsmeade took him so much closer to Portia. The minute he appeared from nothing in the village it seemed the air changed. He imagined he could feel how close she was now, just a few feet away. But it was too early still, he'd wait until tonight to surprise her with his news. Two weeks off! It had seemed such an impossible thing.
His afternoon he spent cleaning the flat and sprucing himself up before it was time to get ready. Not that getting ready took very much effort, it didn't normally but took even less that day. All Levi had had to do was throw on his clean dress trousers, his kicked boots (because they were life) and tie the black bow he'd bought around his bare chest. What he had planned was really quite cheesy but hey, he was that kind of guy and he'd long accepted it.
The staring and giggling he saw and heard on his way across to the pub didn't bother him in the slightest. What he was doing wasn't for them so what other people thought didn't matter. The only person's whose opinion mattered to him was Portia and he didn't think she'd laugh at him.
Upon entering the pub the large man stopped to allow the customers there their time. He smiled good-naturedly the whole time and laughed at the few jokes shouted his way. Yes, he could see the funny side and had any other man had entered the pub dressed as Levi had then the Auror would be one of the one's laughing too.
He made it to the bar and smiled at the man behind. "Could you ask my lady to come downstairs, Marsden?" Soon after the question was asked the young woman who worked behind the bar was sent up to the guest rooms and Levi positioned himself in the middle of the room. He'd wait there, arms wide open, that bright smile still plastered across his face and he'd be the first thing Portia would see.Portia Douglas
Aug 22 2015, 03:22 PM
It had been a long and eventful day and one that Levi would be more than happy to leave behind and never think of again. Sure the promotion was great he supposed but what a first day on the job! Not only had he had to deal with Dronul's complaint but he'd also had his first proper encounter with quill pushers. How tiresome they could be Levi hadn't fully known before but he did now.
All in all, as he tidied up his new office at the end of the day Head Auror Mitchell was looking forward to going home, kicking off his boots, diving onto his couch and falling straight into what he hoped would be a dreamless sleep. Though, with the luck he'd been having that day he suspected his dreams would be full of quills, parchment and the colour beige.
Just as he was about to leave a memo floated through the door and landed on the desk. The big man thought about leaving it for the morning but it looked messy there on the just cleared desk. He stomped back over, snatched the memo up then smiled when he opened it and read the words there.
An invitation to meet in the pub for a small drink, an invitation from Jacinth. Levi supposed that he could nip in for one but just because it was her and he enjoyed Jacinth's company. No one else he worked with would have gotten him to change his plans with so little effort.
His ride down in the lift to The Atrium only went to prove how bad his luck had turned that day. Failing to look before he stepped in Levi knew his mistake as soon as the doors closed. "Hello, Morty." he spoke with a groan. Morty was an expert in chatter and Levi had never seen the man when he was flapping his mouth. That evening proved to be no different. It was just a short ride down but Morty managed to cover the subjects of Levi's (now known) promotion, buying school supplies for his daughter, the bad fish he'd eaten the week before, his upcoming holiday to Blackpool and finally his wife's latest pregnancy woes. Levi had never left an elevator faster in his life than he did then when the doors opened and as soon as he was clear he spun apparating away.
Reappearing in Diagon Alley Levi quickly tapped bricks with his wand to enter the pub through the arch. The pub that, when he stepped through, seemed very quiet for this time of the day. Instantly he was suspicious, the auror in him coming to the forefront as it so often did. Had something happened? Was something happening? "Everything all right?" He asked the barman, full of concern and on alert before...
It was shouted from all corners as dulled candles flared into bright life and faces he knew showed themselves. After being taken aback for just a second Levi grinned. There was Jacinth by the bar, other Aurors dotted here and there and then, making their way towards him from the corner his small grandmother and taller granfather. Each of them smiling brighter than even Levi was. When they reached him the elderly woman threw her arms around her grandson (or did as best she could anyway) and his grandfather clapped him on the back. "Well done, son. We're so proud of you." The pride he spoke of was evident in the old man's voice. Then his grandmother's turn came and she didn't bother to keep her voice low. "Just look at my little Levi." She'd have pinched his cheeks if only she could reach. "I always said you'd go far. Told everyone I know."