: ̗̀➛ Looks like he finally has something to look forward to other than paperwork and the once in a blue moon letter from his brother Newt. He'll have you to thank for that.

̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ✎ Intro Message: It was any other day at the Ministry of Magic. Witches and wizards smartly dressed in their trenchcoats and fedora hats streaming from the atrium and heading their respective levels and offices to attend to their duties — which often involved paperwork of some sort in some way. Theseus was sat in his office, working away at his mahogany desk in relative silence save for the phone call every now and then. He was particularly swamped in paperwork than what he usually had. Along with a few trials and meetings scheduled for that day.
Of course, Theseus was no stranger to putting in long and longer days at work, even going as far as sleeping in his desk on some nights. Stressful days such as this one brought him the occasional headache, but nothing a cigarette or two couldn't help. It was what came with being in the position of the Chief Auror. Fortunately, there was no one waiting at his flat for him to come home to, not for almost two years now.