March 17th, 1890 - Ross' Office

It was a day of one-on-ones with his lower-level office heads; barring incident, Ross would be able to make it through thirty-minute meetings with almost all of them by end of day. Mid-afternoon had brought him to his meeting with Mr. Prewett, and they had already made it through a five-minute rundown of salient cases; for once, the auror's office was not one of three things Ross was most concerned about in the Ministry.

Normally they could go deeper into cases, but Ross was not too worried about that today - he had other things he wanted to get through. And now he had a lot of time to go through it; excellent news for him.

"I have an opportunity for you," Ross said, "And you can say no without consequence, although I admittedly prefer for you to agree."

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Faustus Prewett

  

Though he'd recently fallen back into the role of Head Auror after years of being away, Faustus found – contrary to what he thought – that he rather liked the weekly schedule of meetings and paperwork. It gave him a sense of purpose (as well a sense of ease) knowing that he could get together with Ross and go over the past cases. The process provided a sense of closure as well as the security of having a second opinion.

Thankfully they had a light caseload this time, and the process went fairly quickly. He was just signing the last of the papers on the last one when Ross spoke. Faustus looked up from the folder. "Well!" he replied, closing the folder and placing it on top of the pile. "You know how much I aim to please." He quipped, grinning as he put his quill back into its pot. Something told him (call it years of being an auror or years of working alongside the Minister in one capacity or another) this meeting was about to divert itself. "Although I suppose in the interest of sounding level headed, I should ask what the opportunity is before I jump into it."

  

Ross grinned. "Definitely the sort of thing you ask about before agreeing to," he admitted. Prewett was a good choice - he was level-headed, he came from a good family, and he didn't have any real political baggage.

"The short version is, I'm due to nominate someone new to the Wizengamot," Ross said. He had never been one to dance around the point, although he was prone to distraction. "Have you ever considered the position?"

Besides that, he had politics that Ross wanted in the Wizengamot - it was good to have decent rich purebloods to balance out the racist ones.

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   Acacia Darlington

The Wizengamot.

Faustus blinked, momentarily rendered speechless by the proposition. Though his family history concerning his father was thoroughly redeemed not only in the eyes of the public but the eyes of the Ministry, for some reason the Wizengamot had not seemed like a possibility for him, even years after he'd restored his family's reputation.

He opened his mouth, still contemplating his answer despite their previous joking. "I can't really say I have seriously considered it," he replied slowly, mulling over his thoughts. In all truth, his mother would certainly love this offer; not that Ross had outright made him the offer yet, but that seemed a logical place to where this conversation was going. "Though it certainly would not be a position I would balk at."

  

Prewett didn't answer right away; Ross respected this.

"The nomination process is lengthy," Ross said. He wanted Prewett to agree, but he wasn't going to lie about it, either. "Lengthier if Lestrange wants to make it more difficult." It was hard to predict the whims of Lucius Lestrange, but he was more likely to be difficult than not.

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The more he thought of it, the more Faustus thought this could be a favorable election. He and Ross had always got along politics wise, and the thought of being a part of the chair of lawmakers in the Wizengamot sounded – logically – like the type of move that would suit him favorably later on in life.

"Yes, that's true," He said pensively. A lengthy nomination process wasn't something he was too worried about. Worst case scenario he didn't make it in, though he knew that being a member of a large Pureblood family as well as being in good social standing would weigh in his favor, especially with Lucius Lestrange being Chief Warlock. Faustus looked to Ross again and grinned. "Are you sure you want me for your nomination?" He asked. His answer would ultimately be yes, and he was sure Ross knew this. Regardless of how favorable it would be for his personal politics, Faustus knew that it would be good to have more progressive views in the cabinet.

  

"Wouldn't ask if it wasn't," Ross said with a grin. Prewett was a good choice, and Ross would like having him in Wizengamot meetings.

"So what do you think?"

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"Well," he said, "Like I said before, I hate to disappoint," Faustus leaned back in his chair, lacing his fingers together and eyeing the stack of paperwork before them. Undoubtedly this would mean even more paperwork for them, but he wasn't entirely opposed to the matter.

"It might be time to bring in some new ideas, though god forbid that ever get back to Lestrange," Plus, when the time came for him to accept that the Auror Department needed a new, younger head, the Wizengamot would allow him to make a career transfer easily. "I accept."

  

Ross grinned. "Excellent," he said, "I look forward to having you on board."

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