Jake sat at his desk in the office with his head in his hands, the extra work that he had been doing for the minister was really starting to take its toll. He had shadows under his eyes after the few hours of sleep he had been getting over the past couple of weeks. There was only a small group of them working on the problem because the minister wanted to keep it under wraps for now, didn’t want the country going into panic.
Jake personally thought that it was time that everyone knew what was going on, that way they could get more ministry workers on the job, more hands make lighter work right? But he would continue to listen and follow Mr Oswald, the man seemed to know what he was doing, well most the time anyway.
One of Jake’s elbows slipped on the desk and he ended up banging his forehead against the pile of paperwork that scattered the table. He wasn’t really setting a good example for all of the junior members of the department but right now he didn’t really care. He wasn’t in the mood to work, which was really unlike him, so instead he lifted his head, leant back in his chair and just watched the rest of the office.
Most of the junior members were busy working and he only had to glare at a couple to remind them that their work was on their desk and not on the ceiling. But when he saw that one of them had drifted off and fallen asleep he couldn’t help but let the child in him have a little fun.
He grabbed a piece of parchment that he had recently thrown in the bin and screwed it into a ball; using his wand he launched it at the sleeping intern. He missed the first time with the handmade missile skittering across a nearby desk disrupting the work of someone else. Jake kept a straight face and didn’t give away that he was the culprit, but balled another piece of parchment beneath the desk.
After several attempts he finally managed to smack the unsuspecting victim on the head, causing him to wake up in a startled panic before Jake could glare at him and signalled for him to get back to work.
After that he went back to his own work, rifling through the bits of paper he was going to take to the meeting later on in the evening.
