One and the Same [Albus]

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Cameron entered the Ministry via the Floo Network, making sure to land on his feet, as he would sometimes fall on his butt or face because he wasn't paying attention to what he was doing or where he was going. Most likely because he had a lot of stuff on his mind that even his positive thoughts and personality couldn't change or shift. it drove the young Auror nuts. He walked through the large opening of the room where he entered. He was still impressed with how the Ministry looked, even after 4 years of working there. It amazed him and still made him gawk in amazement. Even after the fact that he has seen it multiple times, it still shocked him.

He was actually heading to the Auror Department, or whatever they called it, he really didn't remember. He was going to go to where he worked, or where he usually worked. He wasn't quite sure if they had offices, per se, but that didn't matter to Cameron. He took the magical elevator. Up, up, up. Until he reached his destination. Walking out, he suddenly stopped. He felt a sudden rush of sadness. He remembered how his father used to work here. And now he was gone. Dead. Never coming back. It gave Cameron pause, and it also made Cameron want to cry but resisted the urge.

Cameron scanned the room for his desk, then finally found it and sat down. Scattered across the table were news articles about the Purifiers, the Azkaban breakout, Elaine Dupree. Everything he could find about the horrible events that had transpired over the years. And yet, with all this, and all his notes, he still couldn't find anything on it. It made him quite frustrated. He also, inside his desk, he had the news article from 2018, when his father died. To remind him that even the bravest and the mightiest can fall and that Cameron too could also fall into the same trap. But on a brighter note, he also had a picture of his dog. Framed. In a picture frame.

Cameron sat down with a sigh, scanning the articles before giving up. He noticed some people walking past, giving him strange looks. He looked away. He had the unfortunate pleasure of having a sort of well-known father. And most of the looks aimed at him were either pity, disappointment or something like respect. He tried not to look at any of them and stared at his desk. Okay, so maybe he had no leads, but that didn't mean he didn't have clues, right?

But before he could even begin, he saw a somewhat familiar-looking person walking towards him.


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notes. Albus Severus Potter (Here you are! edit: I changed it a bit to make it not so rushed)

[Albus Severus Potter]

don't speak too soon.

REACHING UP AND UNDER HIS BLACK FRAMED glasses, Albus rubbed his eyes angrily. He did not wish to wear the awful things, often being mistaken for his father when he did wear them, but the magicked contact lenses he usually wore had been nipping his eyes terribly. He hadn't been sleeping very well, and it was evident on his pale expression as he sent a paper owl in to the air, the yellowed wings fluttering as it rushed off to its spelled destination.

That is what work as an intern had become as of late. Paperwork. This was, without a doubt, Albus's least favourite part of training. The endless red tape that came with a job that could be so very exciting. He recalled the attack at Hogsmeade, how he'd stood by his aunts side and he had thrived as an auror. Now, in comparison, he was deeply unsatisfied. He'd even take being knocked around by his trainer, but that wasn't until Friday.

With a weary sigh, Albus rose to fetch himself a drink, which would most likely be the most exciting thing he did all day. In his hand he held a paper and a form he'd filled out but that would need checked by a verified auror before it was submitted. He apparently could not be trusted to spell these days. Tucking the paper under his arm and scanning the office floor, he eventually spied a semi-familiar face. The office was oddly deserted. Albus approached with haste, his mouth dry and his eyes still stinging.

"Hey," He said tersely, thrusting the form towards the auror. He was familiar in the way that Albus was sure strangers found him familiar. Albus knew of him, or rather, of his family, but he could not remember his bloody name. "Uh... they told me to get this capture report verified by another auror." Albus's voice was monotone. He was visibly unhappy with this task. "Because apparently I can't even be trusted with paperwork." Albus snorted, the words having slipped out without warrant. He felt the need to clarify as he crossed his arms. "Not your fault, mate." He hadn't meant it that way. 

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Cameron had to take a few moments to readjust himself. He had been in his own little world, and it was difficult to pull himself out. But he managed it. He took a moment to size the other boy up. The young man looked strikingly familiar, but Cameron couldn't but his finger on how. He must have been a Trainee, as he liked to call Aurors who hadn't yet past training yet. He had been a full-time Auror for quite some time now. Cameron smiled at the other, seeing how stressed the other man was. He understood that, as he had paperwork as well, and it was very boring and tedious. He was much better in the field than he was in the office, and it hurt him to sit around. But he also knew that it was important, as he needed to write important things down and file it for the case. The Purifier case took a lot of file space, but it was worth it to figure it all out.

The older Auror, although he was only 21, laughed, sympathizing. "Hey, it's fine! Don't worry! I get this all the time. I have to verify many cases and reports because I'm always around at the right time, I guess," Cameron shrugged. It wasn't all that bad, but it got annoying when people only came to him. Wasn't their other people? Then he chuckled. "Yes, when I was a Trainee, they didn't trust me with paperwork either, but they'll come around eventually, don't worry," the Auror said to him. "Now, can I see that report so I can verify it?" he asked them. He didn't bother asking for a name yet. He'd find it out eventually, right?

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[Albus Severus Potter]

don't speak too soon.

THE EASY WAY ALBUS WAS MET SHOULD HAVE made him relax, but it didn't. He was irritable because of the boring aspect of his work, and annoyed that he was forced to find someone else to do what he'd already done. The guy didn't even look much older than him, his simple smile and easy posture a direct contrast to Albus's stiff shoulders and wooden arms.

"Sounds... exciting." Albus said dryly, because he'd be damned if he turned out like that. The person ever new trainee ran to for their every inane task. Though the guy was smiling, something told Albus that he wasn't exactly thrilled about it either. But, he took it on the chin. 'Better him than me', Albus thought, handing over the pinned paperwork with his name in block print all over it. He had, after all, been the one to do the paperwork.

"There's nothing wrong with it." Albus said, crossing his arms, the toe of his trainer tapping in agitation. But, a part of him still worried as he loomed over the auror, waiting for some cutting remark about some small fact he'd missed or misprinted. "You could just sign the bottom, I did everything right." And this, he knew, sounded a little on the petulant side. But, his pride was rankled. 

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Cameron eyed the young boy again. Okay, perhaps younger than him, because Cameron was only 21, and the boy didn't look that much younger. But still, with all things considered, he was still a trainee, and Cameron wasn't. He was one of the few who passed training in 2023. That was not a good year for trainees, for some reason. But realized he had been distracted and only now realized that the boy had spoken. He looked tensed, and sort of annoyed. And Cameron could sympathize. Being a trainee wasn't easy, and a lot of times, you did things you didn't want to do, but it was all worth it to help people and save them. He took the papers with a nod. He looked it over, scanning it intently.

A few moments later, Cameron looked up and smiled. "Well, everything is in order, I think it is good to go!" he said. "Sorry to have to look it over, but I have to make sure, because sometimes there are errors, and they be can a hassle if not corrected... but you are fine!" he explained, before plucking up a quill from his desk, and signed his name at the bottom. "Alright, you are good to go!" he smiled as he handed the paper back to Albus. He realized had no idea who this person was, and since he familiarized himself with all the trainees before starting, since they would go to him most often to sign things like paperwork and reports, he decided to ask the young man their name. But first things first. He had to give his own. "By the way, my name's Cameron Underwood," he greeted, holding out a hand to shake. "And what is yours?" 

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notes. Albus Severus Potter (Perhaps Albus has heard of that name before?) 

[Albus Severus Potter]

don't speak too soon.

WATCHING WITH A NEARLY ACCUSATORY GLARE, Albus half expected it to be disapproved. There was something about putting himself under a microscope, especially something as menial as his paperwork skills. Luckily, all it was given was a cursory glance before the auror looked up again with an easy smile. He nodded his head at the explanation he had heard a thousand times, practically snatching the scroll from him once it was offered.

"Yeah, yeah, man I get it." Albus muttered, but he definitely didn't want to 'get it'. He felt stupid, like a little kid. However, instead of walking off and leaving Albus in his shadow, the young man leaned back in place, lazy and friendly. Albus was confused, methodically rolling up his scroll of parchment so that he could send it off with an OWL to be filed. He gave his name, waiting for Albus to give his. It came a second too late, he'd never been a social butterfly.

"Underwood..." Albus mouthed, his brow crinkling as it struck him as utterly familiar. "Why do I know that name?" He said bluntly, shaking Cameron's hand briskly, his curiosity piqued, but it wrinkled on his brow like he was annoyed. This was a fairly typical expression for him, he often looked a little harried. "Albus." He said in reply, purposefully leaving out his annoyingly recognisable last name. 

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