Just another fool

Kick off the ground. Spin. Stop. Kick off the ground. Spin. Stop. Calvin had been doing this
for at least an hour now; spinning in a chair that could turn all the way around that sat in
front of his desk. His office was extremely small and he shared it with one of his colleges,
a careless man who really didn’t know what ‘organization’ meant, but then again, Calvin
wasn’t very good with organization either, so the piles and piles of papers, eraser shavin-
gs, coffee cups, and files continued to build up, covering the two small desks in the room
and half of the floor. Being as clumsy as Calvin was, it was rather hard to navigate his way
from his desk to the door without knocking himself out or breaking several bones. He had
kicked aside some of the trash, making a path-like-thing that lead towards the door, & that
seemed to be effective enough.

Speaking of the devil, Jared, the man who shared the office with Calvin, walked through the
door, bringing with him another cup of coffee. It was if the man couldn’t go twenty minutes
without a coffee- which Calvin was sure was unhealthy, but hey, it was his life, Calvin had
no right to tell him what he should or shouldn’t do. Besides, Jared was stronger and taller
than Calvin, and he feared that if he said anything to upset him that he would be dead within
seconds. How Jared got a job in the Muggle department, ‘the world may never know’.

“Aren’t you meant to be somewhere?” Jared asked, sitting down in front of his desk, digging
through one of its drawers. Calvin stopped spinning to send a confused expression his way,
“How would you know about that?” he asked, considering everything from mindreading to
conspiracy theories. Jared smirked and tossed a crumbled up piece of paper his way, hitting
him square in the face. Calvin frowned and picked up the paper, opening it up so that he could
read it. It was the letter the Minister had tried to send Gabrielle. Calvin hadn’t let the letter con-
tinue on its way for whatever reason, and was now forced to except the fact that he had
gone against the Minister. “How’d you get this, mate?” he asked slowly, eyeing Jared. “You
left it on your desk during lunch and it look official,” he admitted with a shrug.

Calvin looked at the bulky watch on his wrist. He had ten minutes until five-o-clock. Most of
the ministry members that worked in his department would be going home at that time, and
Calvin was a bit disappointed that he would be able to as well; he had high scores to beat
and a goldfish to feed. Well, at least he would get to make things right with the Minister, or
at least, if he didn’t find out about the letter he had stolen. Calvin swallowed; stolen was su-
ch a bold word, it was more like…barrowed…

Figuring it was better to take the stairs this time around, Calvin got up from his desk, said go-
odbye to Jared, & made his way towards the Minister’s office for the second time that day.