Alaric had always tried to slow his hands and tried to be sure he had some spare pens on him much preferring to always be prepared of course he had learned that skill quite young, always try to be a step ahead, always know what’s around you, always be prepared, living with a mum that didn’t take care of him and a father that would at any moment try and rid him and his wife of having a child under their roof. He smirked and silently chuckled rubbing the back of his neck and checking for spare supply in his bag as he thought of it.
“Oh I remember but I don’t recall ever saying they were completely off the table. I’m still positive I can find a recipe with vegetables you end up loving and I will forever remind you of it.” He wrote. Alaric was always one to remember things like that, what others might consider small he remembered. To him, nothing was too little, the small things, preferences and mannerisms said a great deal about a person, and when it came to his friends, Alaric remembered it all
“Person?” He wrote wondering if it was just one person or a family, if it was one person he felt his stomach drop, If the family was out searching it could only add to the numbers, “who did it get assigned to instead?” He scribbled with pressure on the parchment. Already his foot was near tapping on the floor. His eyes scanned over all the other stacks noticing how any papers they held and sighed frowning.
“Yes, a boat that got sent adrift when it was close to an island .” He wrote staring at the files. “I suppose,” he wrote shrugging. “It’s peaceful sometimes really ” Biting his lower lip. “I.. went to investigate a home of a family that was attacked, when I was supposed to return back. So here I am” he wrote eyebrows raised and arms up letting the papers fall back down on his desk.
Alastor’s eyes flickered over the scribbled words before letting out an amused chuckle. He supposed Alaric was right about that, there were some vegetables that Alastor found acceptable, but in general, Alastor was more of a meat eater. “Not all of them are bad, but most of them are bad. Cabbage is okay, lettuce and spinach however belong in the garbage. It’s going to have to be a really fantastic veg dish, but you cook well so you might just surprise me. And I know I’ll never hear the end of it.”
He shifted through a few folders that had been thrown in a wire basket, his shoulders slouching as he leaned back, his brow furrowed as he flipped through the plethora of work. His eyes moved briefly to read over what Alaric had written. “Person,” he emphasized. “Which makes me wonder if her husband is lying, or if we have a genuine missing person on our hands. Either way, I can’t be too worried about that right now and neither can you,” he said, jerking his head towards the paperwork that sat on Ric’s desk. He was frowning, but his usually intense eyes were soft with concern, mostly for Alaric’s sake. “It sounds like you’ve got enough on your plate as it is. But the case is Shacklebolt’s now and I’m sure he’ll do a thorough job, he always does.”
Alastor’s hands were sorting absently though his cases as Alaric scribbled. He lifted his eyes from his work again to read what his companion had written. While Alastor understood the weight of difficult cases, he knew Alaric had a tendency of getting particularly attached to his investigations. Alastor supposed they were the same in that way. “You did all that and still found time to cook?” Alastor prompted, giving Ric a toothy smile. “You’re like a little homemaker,” he teased in an attempt to lighten the mood. “I only tease because I’m jealous really. I genuinely don’t know how you find the time to do all that and come in here on time.”
jacobvanloon
blakekathryn
areudirty
theartofmadeline
vaporwave
gummygunk
origamiaround