Accidents Happen [open]

[ARVARIS TYREL]

Arvaris wasn't always the sort to hold his head up high over muggles, but being in London at lunch time was enough to make even the most humble and reserved of wizards to think of whipping out their wands and clearing a path. They walked around like sheep without a Sheppard. Arvaris always told himself that the only difference between a muggle and a wizard was a bit of luck and a wand, but sometimes he felt as if magical beings were born with a bit more brains as well.

Still, the Mistress for Magic needed his job to be done, and so it would be. As Senior Undersecretary, his responsibilities were important, but mostly invisible. The Mistress handled all things that needed a face associated with them, and she took care of a few matters that were secret to even Arvaris-- that seemed to be happening more and more lately. Arvaris, on the other hand, was the hand of the queen. He was her near-silent force, to make it sound more interesting than it was. He operated beneath the woodwork of media, and handled things that were needed, but not exciting-- like portkeys.

Yes, he was trotting his way through muggle London to approve a new portkey that would allow southern London witches and wizards to get the the Ministry as quickly as possible without access to a Floo network. The location sounded good enough. A wizard-owned pub with a storage closet enchanted to keep muggles away from it-- it wouldn't be the first time the Ministry had approved such a thing, and Arvaris was more than happy to approve of a new portal to the wonderful world of the Ministry. In his mind, each and every witch and wizard deserved to be able to get to the Ministry as quick and easily as they wanted so they could admire its glory.

Arvaris didn't spend much time out in the muggle world, so he hadn't fully mastered the concept of an intersection and how that applied to the muggle cars who rode on them. He remembered hearing from a co-worker that, in the muggle world, pedestrians had something known as the "right-of-way," and that meant that all cars had to yield to them.

Feeling empowered, Arvaris took his first step onto the street, where he understood he had this "right-of-way." However, the Taxi that slammed into him seemed to think that they had it as well.

[KAY DILLON]

Kay groaned as he walked out the muggle pub. Yet another lead on the whereabouts of the rogue unspeakable that was a deadend. Someone had reported to the ministry that they had seen him in the muggle pub the night before and as usual it had most likely been someone who had looked like him. The barman had shook his head at the mention of his name and hadn't noticed anything unusual the night before. "Stupid waste of time" he muttered to himself. Unfortunately the Mistress for Magic seemed almost obsessed with capturing Sevrum and thus any lead that came in had to be fully investigated. Kay hadn't noticed anything suspiscious and he was fairly certain that Sevrum would have enough brains to clean up his tracks.

The only reason Kay had been the one to follow up this lead was because Giovanni had been at a Wizengamont trial and he had somehow been the only auror not swamped with paperwork. He loved being an auror but sometimes the amount of paperwork was ridiculous. They had forms that would double check their double checking. He stuck his hands in his jackets pockets, frowning as he walked down the side walk in muggle London. The street as usual was crowded with muggles all hustling and bustling, busy with their everyday activities and going to their dreary muggle jobs. Kay would never be able to live in the muggle world and have a muggle job, even if his mother had attempted to convince him to try it when he finished his schooling at Hogwarts. He smiled at the memory, all it had taken was reminding his mother that no muggle university would accept transfiguration as a real subject.

Kay glanced at the intersection and gasped in horror when he saw someone walk into the intersection and get hit by a taxi. Without thinking he ran to the the man, his auror training coming somewhat into play. When he got to the man, he almost burst out laughing. It was the Senior Undersecretary, Arvaris Tyrel.

He bent down next to him and waved away some hovering muggles. "No need for an ambulance mam, I'm sure his egos more bruised" he said, his slight Welsh accent coming through. "Oi meathead you ever heard of looking before you cross the street" he muttered softly to Arvaris. "right-of-way only works when the car has time to stop". He glanced around him hoping that Arvaris wasn't injured, it was currently impossible for him to even attempt to get Arvaris to St Mungo's if he was badly injured.

[ARVARIS TYREL]

At first, the sheer shock and weight behind this blunt force had Arvaris worried, and he nearly scrambled for his wand out of panic to heal his injuries, but after a few seconds, he could see that the car hadn't gone nearly fast enough to seriously injure him, and he was in for a nasty bruise at the very worst. He began to brush himself off, not feeling particularly rushed as he cleaned his suit off with his hands and sat in front of the car. The driver looked as if they were about to launch themselves off a bridge as they looked down at Arvaris, but he wasn't screaming or moaning with pain, so their expression lightened up a little.

It was alleviated even more when someone else came to the scene-- a vaguely familiar face that Arvaris knew to be a wizard who worked at the Ministry. He made it his business to at least get a feel for everyone who worked there, as he felt that the Ministry was the bloodline of Magical Society, but he just couldn't place names. His memory was dreadful, and if he didn't write it down, he'd usually forget it. Arvaris wasn't good at much, save for following directions, but his passion for the Ministry was enough to keep him effective in his position, even if he made a fool out of himself like this quite often.

The man bent down beside Arvaris, assuring the driver that there was no need for something called an "am-beu-lans." Arvaris nodded to him in both acknowledgement and thanks.

"Oi meathead you ever heard of looking before you cross the street"
the man said in what a normal person may take to be a good-natured tease, but Arvaris was completely lacking of any sense of humor. Normally, he would combat that statement with a far-too-serious remark about respecting one's superiors, but he was now in debt to this man, and Arvaris was nothing if not honorable. "Thank you very much, sir. I owe you, and I think you'll find that having me in your debt comes in handy when it's time to hand out raises," he said politely, raising his hand very awkwardly for the man to shake. But then he caught himself in somewhat of a lie, and felt the need to correct it. He withdrew his hand. "Not that we plan to hand out raises anytime soon. You understand the condition things are in."

The man told him about how right-of-ways worked, and Arvaris nodded, walking himself off the street and wiping off his suit again for good measure. "Thank you," he uttered in fake appreciation, wanting to say something more along the lines of don't you have somewhere else to be?

[KAY DILLON]

Kay raised his eyebrow at the Arvaris’ statement about being in his debt. What century was this man living in? Kay wasn’t that interested in raises, sure he understood that raises were generally given to those who deserved it and his salary paid for a roof over his bead but he felt he lived fairly comfortably. Aurors were fairly well paid due to the dangers of their job and other perks weren’t too bad such as free care at St Mungo’s if they got injured on the job.

Kay took the hand the man offered him and shook it. “Don’t worry about it, just don’t make walking infront of cars a regular habit” he said. Kay decided to rather ignore his comment about the ministry not planning on handing out any raises soon, everyone knew what the conditions were like currently in the ministry. Everything had been cut back and more. Thankfully the coffee hadn’t been cut yet, his father had always said when coffee was cut back that meant retrenchments would surely follow. He was sure that the Ministry wouldn’t cut back easily on the number of aurors, they had little enough already. The job unfortunately didn’t have many guarantees, and the glamour that had been added by wizards such as Harry Potter had somewhat faded over the years. Junior Aurors were more paper pushers and since the fall of Voldemort there hadn’t been much apart from the odd minor theft or attack Aurors had very little actual duelling or dark wizard hunting.

Kay walked out of the street noticing that the few muggles that had stopped to see what was happening were now getting on with their days. He nodded when Arvaris thanked him. “It’s no problem, I was in the area following up on a lead” he said shrugging. Something told him that Arvaris seemed to think he needed to be somewhere else, not that Kay felt it was any of Arvaris’ business. Kay had just happened to be in the area doing his job. There was no need for Kay to help Arvaris, he had just felt it was his civil duty to help a fellow wizard in need. There were brief moments where Kay wished he could just walk past someone in trouble but it just had never been in his nature, same as his need to take risks. “You going back to the ministry or what?” he asked, Kay knew he needed to get back to the ministry to file his report but he also knew there was no rush to get back. Dead leads were fairly simple to file as the paperwork involved was far less than if the lead had come to something.