July 30th, 1895 - Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office

All of this werewolf nonsense had Noah keeping a low profile. Not because he was guilty of anything, but when things at the ministry were in a tizzy, he tended to get a little anxious. This current catastrophe clearly had nothing to do with his office so he was just going to keep his nose down and stick to his little section of the building without wandering. This was not something he wanted to get caught up with.

Which meant he was buried behind a pile of paperwork he would also like to avoid, but was still preferable to the frenzy elsewhere. Of course that was until he meant to levitated something from one pile to someone else's desk and unintentionally knocked the small stack of folders on his desk to the floor, scattering papers everywhere. Darrow was going to kill him, potentially with her own two bare hands.

Sighing heavily, he stood, back cracking from being hunched over for a while. Ugh, he ought to make better time to get up and move every once in a while. Things were mixed together and now he was going to have to spend some time reorganizing. His efforts to stay more organized weren't helping him now.

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Effie May Woodcroft

  

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Effie May enjoyed her work at the Ministry, all things considered. It certainly proved to be more stimulating than the eight years she'd spent as a welcome witch. Sure, the required paperwork was rather boring, but the time she was able to spend 'out in the field' was worth it. Although some of her coworkers struggled with the monotonous task more than others. Noah Farley likely being the one who suffered the most. He'd just floated a paper she'd been waiting for him to finish over to her desk, and then she heard a great thwunk as a stack of papers flew off his desk.

She turned in her chair to get a better view of the scene, Noah already standing to stretch–she ignored the sound of his spine cracking–and said dryly, "Again, Noah? Really?"

  

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The chastisement was not unexpected, but Noah rolled his eyes anyway. It wasn't like he'd done it on purpose, this time or any time before it! He just felt profoundly unlucky when it came to paperwork. He was either getting it wrong or making a mess with it. Why was it necessary again? Surely there had to be a better way. Perhaps he ought to get on inventing a way to organize his papermess better.

All he did was wave a hand high enough over his desk to reply and went back to making piles of his scattered files on the floor.

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Wait... was he.. was he going to pick them up by hand? She couldn't see him from behind his desk, so she stood from her chair and leaned over until she could (which was quite a bit farther than she had originally thought, it would have been easier if she'd just climbed on top of it at this point.) But yes, he was going to sort them by hand. "Noah," She said bemused, "Need I remind you that you're a wizard? Who could just wave your wand for that?"

  

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"They never go back in the right order." Was the exasperated reply. Not that they were in order at the moment, but Noah, at least knew which pages went together and then he could put them back together correctly once they were all sorted again. Maybe he ought to figure out a charm that prevented them from being separated in the first place. That way, even if he dropped them, they would stay with their designated pages. It was something to file away for later.

Crouching had quickly become uncomfortable, Noah unceremoniously flopped onto his backside on the cold stone floor and continued as he started.

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Well, his reasoning was sound enough. She couldn't very well just sit at her desk as he scooped up the mess on the floor. For one, it would be distracting. For two, that wouldn't have been very kind of her. Effie gave a good-natured sigh and plopped herself down to help. As she gathered the loose papers, she mused, "Maybe we need to put a bounce-back charm on your desk. Then if anything was knocked off, it would bounce right back up." Though it would take some finessing to be able to have the papers stay in their original order...

  

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Noah highly doubted that would work. The outcome would probably be similar, everything out of order. "Darrow wanted me to work on my organization and it's better, but still not working great." He admitted as he neatened up a pile against the floor and put it back up on his desk. At least he had the forethought to number the pages. Maybe if they didn't have to fill out so much paperwork and he could just focus on the actual job. But no such luck, no matter how many times he tried to sidestep that aspect of the job.

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