Ministry of Magic (British)

Topher: "I'm game... what do ya say Chimmy... partners?" -I entend my hand.-

Joachim: "You dumbass..." -I smile at her.- "Don't be thinkin' your in charge of this little team cause ya got them fancy eyes.."

She chuckled, looking at them.-I am so glad for you guys...-

"Yeah man... but hey one favor... next time ya see Descole, trip the bastard up will ya?"

She chuckled.-You really hate him...-

"I ain't alone... even Crest Strayer, repeat STRAYER, hates the prick..."

She frowned.-It's weird that he an Auror...-

"Look can we worry about that when we're out of a place trying to arrest us?"

She nodded.-Oh, yep... we better get going...-

-We use the full powder network to get out.-

Descole was, in all truthfulness, exhausted.

But he had promised himself he would do this today. At least- she needed to know.

The man took a few steps forward and knocked carefully on Cayden's office's door, sighing slightly, closing his eyes and contemplating napping after this.

Descole carefully pushed in, inhaling deeply and straightening himself slightly, stopping after walking just into the doorway.

"I came to let you know that the fabricated proof on your daughter is destroyed, and Quakley doesn't remember anything about it.."

Descole blinked slightly in surprise and gave a soft laugh.

"Don't thank me. Those kids who all came are the ones who got rid of it in the end. I'm just the one who convinced Quakely to get the files."

A soft, tired smile, Descole gave her a soft hug back.

"I'm just glad that you're happy about this. And that your daughter is free as anyone here.."

The man gave a soft chuckle, shaking his head.

"Well, it's all over, and that's all that matters. How has Betty been doing, then? Recovering from Azkaban, I presume?"

your siggy.
omg.
'She's been getting better, she wasn't broken by Azkaban which is good...how about you?' her eyes showed concern, usually unseen in her expression.

(( it was too good. I couldn't skip to oppourtunity. I might do a new villain erry week. Or a new Weeping angel gif erry week yes. ))

Descole sighed and nodded slightly.

"Good that she's all fine. As for myself, I'm much better. I must say, getting back into the swing of work has exhausted me more then Azkaban ever could.."

Descole doesn't realize i just want Cayden to kiss him.
bwahahaha.
qotw, piccy of the week, it works

She sighed, pulling him over to a set of chairs, forcing him to sit down in one. 'Relax then.'

BRB -.-

(( Fucking hell yes. Maybe every month it'll be a different villain/hero. Next month is being the Daleks. Because Daleks. ))

To be quite honest, Descole had never actually been forced into a chair by a person of the opposite sex, but he didn't object or fight against it.

He understood that she wanted him to relax, yes.

"And yourself?"
He spoke, his words concerned, "I hope you're not too exhausted, either?"

(( 'wondering what she could do to distract her from her weariness'
"KISS DE GUY"
/shot ))

Descole scowled, narrowing his eyes from under his mask.

"I don't believe you. What have you been up to that's been making you so tired.. mm?"

His voice was smooth, calm, though indeed as tired as ever. It seemed not many people were getting sleep these days.

what do you think she's been doing? bowchickawowow.

'Worrying.' her voice rose over the screech of the kettle, sighing softly under her breath.