A Trick Of Light.

[Wyatt Kim]

Wyatt didn't necessarily mind all the attention he was getting after handing the Allman case...that younger sibling syndrome was eating it up honestly. But occasionally it made his job just a little more complex than it needed to be. Like today...when all he needed to do was slip into the Ministry, drop some paperwork off, and slip back out.

But Cassie Ball was there...camera in hand and wanting a couple comments as to the progress of Lia's treatment. No comment didn't seem good enough for the quirky blonde witch...but oh well. Lia's life was in the public eye enough...there were plenty of stories on her. He wasn't going to add to it.

Once he had finally fought through the ocean of people and gotten into the Ministry, he sighed before fixing his hair and ensuring his outfit was straightened. And with that...he strolled off to the second floor and into the heart of the hive of aurors and hit witches and wizards. Somewhere around here would be a group of people either gawking at Lia like she was a caged animal or torturing her to the point of questioning the legality of it all.

But that wasn't what Wyatt was here for.

He had been handling a case brought to him...a woman insisting her mother had been wrongfully visited by some obliviators. And Wyatt was simply here to drop off a formal request for some records to the head of that department.

Pushing open the door to that area of the law enforcement floor...Wyatt sighed as he looked around for anyone who could help him.

"Hello?" he called out softly.

[Frederick Calderhead]

The Obliviators area of the second floor was rather dark, rather plain, rather empty. Freddie, particularly loquacious and happy, felt stuck and as if he were being restrained by being in the office, but he didn't mind. He...there was no way he would have been able to handle the stressors of being a hit wizard, and he'd accepted that. It had been a few years now, and that was that. He was good at his job and the Ministry depended on him. That was the oldest sibling syndrome kicking in - having a sense of pride that you were always someone that was looked up to or could be counted on.

Freddie sat at his desk twirling his wand through his fingers as he put off doing some paperwork. When he wasn't out on the field, this was his home, and lets face it - Freds wasn't a paperwork kind of guy. In fact, sometimes he pawned it off on some of the younger obliviators, offering them various things to bribe them. It wasn't that he was lazy...maybe a little on the attention deficit side, but not lazy. Today, though, the youngers were out on a mission and Freddie was...alone. So when the door creaked, he shot up from his relaxed position with his feet on his desk to sitting erect.

"Hello?"

"What's the password?" Freddie called back to the person as he got up from his desk to see who it was. "Just kidding. There's no password. This is the Ministry." he grinned offering his hand to the...exceptionally short, exceptionally adorably handsome wizard that entered the room. "Freddie Calderhead. How may I be of service?"

[Wyatt Kim]

What's the password?

Wyatt paused, blinking rapidly to try and catch up. Password? He wasn't aware there would be a password...

But as a taller, curly haired wizard with a wide smile approached and let him off the hook, Wyatt breathed out through his nose. He was still getting the concept of sarcasm or "Just Kidding". The wizard introduced himself as Freddie Calderhead and Wyatt reached out to take the hand extended.

"Wyatt Kim."

He was never certain of what kind of response to receive from people these days. Some people thought his actions during the Allman trial was commendable while others found it reprehensible. But he generally dealt with it in stride. Right now though, he was on the job. So as Freddie asked how he could help, Wyatt held up the envelope before handing it over.

"Seems one of your trainees wiped the wrong memory...I'm here to collect a copy of the report."

Handing over the equivalent of a subpoena, Wyatt offered the man a small smile and moved to hand over his identification in case it was needed.

[Frederick Calderhead]

"Wyatt Kim."

"Got it. Committing that to the memory bank," Freddie said, pointing at his head. "Kim - you related to that quidditch guy?" Freddie...had a habit of talking before he thought, so he tended say anything that came into his head. It didn't really occur to him until after he said it that Wyatt very well could have been one of many Kims. The fact that Wyatt was the lawyer that got Vadellia Allman off didn't even cross Freddie's mind - if it had, he would have just been impressed over anything. The woman was a menace to society and he somehow convinced an entire room of old farts in robes that she was worthy of a second chance. Took a good lawyer to do something like that, even if they were defending someone who really...technically wasn't deserving of defense. But that would be a conversation for another day...or never. Freddie didn't really like talking about work.

Wyatt handed Freddie an envelope and he opened it to read the contents as Wyatt spoke, and he nodded. Freds heard about that one - tha-ank goodness Freddie hadn't been the one to train her. He would have felt like a miserable git for being the one to train the mishap - she'd been promptly let go as that was a serious mistake. At least that bit wouldn't be too much of a fight for Wyatt - surely the family with the incorrectly obliviated would like the girl terminated. "You betcha, and don't worry about that," he waved off Wyatt's offer of his identification - after standing there a moment he knew exactly who he was and just offered him a smile before heading off toward the file cabinet that held the case files. He waved his wand, flipped through the file folders (why use magic when you can get a paper cut instead?) until he found it. He shut the drawer with his hip and slapped the folder against his hand before handing over to Wyatt. "Hopefully this one won't be too much work for you."

[Wyatt Kim]

Wyatt watched, tilting his head with intrigue as Freddie pointed to his own head. Europeans were a strange bunch...but this one...was kind of adorable in his own way. As Freddie asked about Cody and Wyatt's relationship to him, the smaller man nodded.

"He's my brother," he offered simply. More people knew Cody these days...Once David had transferred to Puddlemere, everyone wanted to know where he had come from. And they had began looking into the players of the East Asian League. So the Kim name had become a little more well known recently. What with Cody and the Korean National team rising in popularity and Wyatt taking on one of the largest cases to rock the Wizengamot in decades.

Wyatt tucked his identification away as Freddie waved it off and proceeded to follow him, towards a filing cabinet. This wizard was...different. In a multitude of ways. As Freddie turned back to him, swatting his own hand with a file, Wyatt couldn't help the small, amused grin that pulled at his lips.

Hopefully this one won't be too much work for you.

Wyatt chuckled and shook his head.

"No, no...it's pretty cut and paste," he had meant to say cut and dry...but English wasn't his first language. Oh well.

"I appreciate your help, Freddie," he offered, still lingering for a moment and not quite heading toward the door just yet.

[Frederick Calderhead]

”He’s my brother.”

Freddie grinned. He was a bit of an avid fan - he took his brothers to the World Cup every year with extra money that he saved up. He followed all the teams and their players - it was a daunting task but he didn’t exactly have a lot to do down here in the Oblviator’s office. He was only really working when called upon..”I have a couple of those. Brothers, I mean,” he said, casually. Freddie could talk up Rory and Alfie to save his life and then some, honestly. He was so proud of them. ”Is he your only one?” he asked, referring to his quidditch brother, making small conversation as they walked to the file cabinet, Freddie pulling out the file in question and handing it over to the wizard.

“No, no…it’s pretty cut and paste.”

Ugh, that damn accent. Freddie would be an absolute goner if he were able to listen to that on a regular basis. He didn’t even notice that Wyatt hadn’t said the phrase correctly…because it didn’t matter.

“I appreciate your help, Freddie.”

”I am happy to help, Wyatt. I’m always down here if you need anything else, really,” he offered, leaning awkwardly against the file cabinet with his arms crossed. It probably looked like a pretty silly and blank office down there - a few desks, and a limited number of file cabinets. There weren’t many obliviators, though, and it wasn’t really the most prestigious job in the Ministry. ”Do you like being a lawyer?” he asked, suddenly, noting the way that Wyatt didn’t seem to want to be on his way, either. Wyatt leaving meant Freds would be back to his desk and likely never to see the other wizard again.