June 7th, 1888 - Ministry of Magic Atrium
Training the new kid was not high on Kieran's priority list. In fact, it was at the very bottom of Kieran's priority list. Unfortunately for Kieran, it was slightly higher on Pengloss' priority list, and so he'd been assigned to Nuffer. Nuffer seemed like a fine kid - five years of Hogwarts education, sketchy familial circumstances, whatever. But he was also sixteen years old, and Kieran did not usually voluntarily hang out with teenagers.
But he was training him. Which: fine. "When you're not on crime cases or a specific beat you'll be here," Kieran announced once they'd flooed into the Ministry atrium. He gestured around them. "Never show up without a notebook, quill, and your press pass. You did bring your press pass?"
But he was training him. Which: fine. "When you're not on crime cases or a specific beat you'll be here," Kieran announced once they'd flooed into the Ministry atrium. He gestured around them. "Never show up without a notebook, quill, and your press pass. You did bring your press pass?"