Post by Watson Stroud on Jul 3, 2018 7:54:39 GMT -5
The people who worked in the Department of Mysteries had one decided advantage over any other Ministry workers as far as he had been able to observe: They let each other have their mysteries. It had its disadvantages because he knew relatively little about those around him, and the less he knew, the less he was in control. On a more positive note, his own private life was no source of gossip. Not that he had ever done anything reprehensible, but without prior knowledge of his motivations, some might think ill of how he had treated his wife. Even Roz herself seemed to have some reservations, which was truly insulting though he didn’t care all that much what she thought. She certainly was enough in love with him so that he didn’t have to worry too much about her silly moods. In any case, he didn’t want anybody else to think about his relationship with his wife, and the Department of Mysteries was the one where he had to worry the least that he’d have to deal with such gossip. People here cared about their work, and most didn’t even seem to care for what had happened.
There was at least one member of the Department, namely the one who had been responsible for the trainees before him, who had died in the takeover. Maybe there had been more, but he didn’t know because nobody seemed to care. The Unspeakables were very reasonable. Everything was apolitical here, and that was an advantage in the long run. He might be working here now, but nobody could automatically conclude that it was out of support of the system. He wasn’t even sure for what system exactly he was working now that the Minister had changed last week. He also didn’t have any intention of learning too much about what was going on among the purebloods. They had their own closed circle with which he had nothing to do, and he therefore didn’t care at all whether the Ministry was in support of their class or fighting it. As long as he could profit from their fights or concord, he couldn’t care less. He was doing his job here as well as he could, and nobody could take offense at this.
“Mostly the trainees, but that’s enough work to be honest,” he replied, following Darby out of the lift. “Not in a bad way, mind you. It’s just very time consuming. When I was a trainee here, I was mostly working in the Time Room, and that got seriously damaged soon after I left. You were working here at the time, do I remember this correctly?” It was a pity and a waste. Time-turners were highly useful, and he had often regretted that he had never dared to steal one. It would have made so much so much simpler. He felt that he could list ad infinitum situations in which one could have been used to his advantage — for smuggling, for his company, for dealing with Roz. A time-turner could be used for anything. And only because he had thought it was too risky to remove one single little time-turner, he had deprived himself of this chance. He had been too cautious in his youth. Not that there was anything wrong with cautiousness, but from hindsight it was sometimes annoying. He usually didn’t spend too much pondering his mistakes, just enough to make sure that he remembered never to repeat them. And he wasn’t even entirely sure whether it had been a mistake. After all, security in the Department of Mysteries was very strict. He couldn’t guarantee that he would have managed to bring a time-turner safely in his possession. He’d just really love to have one… so many possibilities.
Maybe he should be glad they got all destroyed. He might do something stupid otherwise because it was just too practical. Luckily there were plenty of other rooms with less functionality to them. Not that the Death Chamber wasn’t among the most fascinating locations he knew, but there was no purpose for it in his life outside his job at the Ministry. And it was like that with many things here. They were almost shut off from the rest of the world — even from the rest of the Ministry. In the end, this was not the worst thing. He could be a part of the system, and still keep out of politics. Viewing things from this perspective, he really couldn’t complain. “You’re working on anything you can talk of?” he asked, returning his attention to his colleague while the walked towards the plain black door that was the entrance to their department.
There was at least one member of the Department, namely the one who had been responsible for the trainees before him, who had died in the takeover. Maybe there had been more, but he didn’t know because nobody seemed to care. The Unspeakables were very reasonable. Everything was apolitical here, and that was an advantage in the long run. He might be working here now, but nobody could automatically conclude that it was out of support of the system. He wasn’t even sure for what system exactly he was working now that the Minister had changed last week. He also didn’t have any intention of learning too much about what was going on among the purebloods. They had their own closed circle with which he had nothing to do, and he therefore didn’t care at all whether the Ministry was in support of their class or fighting it. As long as he could profit from their fights or concord, he couldn’t care less. He was doing his job here as well as he could, and nobody could take offense at this.
“Mostly the trainees, but that’s enough work to be honest,” he replied, following Darby out of the lift. “Not in a bad way, mind you. It’s just very time consuming. When I was a trainee here, I was mostly working in the Time Room, and that got seriously damaged soon after I left. You were working here at the time, do I remember this correctly?” It was a pity and a waste. Time-turners were highly useful, and he had often regretted that he had never dared to steal one. It would have made so much so much simpler. He felt that he could list ad infinitum situations in which one could have been used to his advantage — for smuggling, for his company, for dealing with Roz. A time-turner could be used for anything. And only because he had thought it was too risky to remove one single little time-turner, he had deprived himself of this chance. He had been too cautious in his youth. Not that there was anything wrong with cautiousness, but from hindsight it was sometimes annoying. He usually didn’t spend too much pondering his mistakes, just enough to make sure that he remembered never to repeat them. And he wasn’t even entirely sure whether it had been a mistake. After all, security in the Department of Mysteries was very strict. He couldn’t guarantee that he would have managed to bring a time-turner safely in his possession. He’d just really love to have one… so many possibilities.
Maybe he should be glad they got all destroyed. He might do something stupid otherwise because it was just too practical. Luckily there were plenty of other rooms with less functionality to them. Not that the Death Chamber wasn’t among the most fascinating locations he knew, but there was no purpose for it in his life outside his job at the Ministry. And it was like that with many things here. They were almost shut off from the rest of the world — even from the rest of the Ministry. In the end, this was not the worst thing. He could be a part of the system, and still keep out of politics. Viewing things from this perspective, he really couldn’t complain. “You’re working on anything you can talk of?” he asked, returning his attention to his colleague while the walked towards the plain black door that was the entrance to their department.