Prompt Post #1

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 ROUND 1

FUCK IT WE'LL FIGURE OUT SPECIFICS LATER

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Re: Humor. GrindelGraves VS Paperwork [fill] [p1/?]

[(Anonymous)]

This was awesome, anon! I'm looking forward to more! I'm not the op tho.

Re: Humor. GrindelGraves VS Paperwork [fill] [p2/?]

[(Anonymous)]

Percival Graves, the original, (thank you very much, said man’s thoughts supply), expected a lot of things when his imposter stumbled slightly into his holding cell. He had mentally prepared himself for a number of things; torture, interrogation, some threats here and there. This… this he was not expecting. His dishevelled look-alike stormed up to him and shoved a fistful of… were those forms? Before he could ask as much his doppelganger beat him to it, ‘what the fuck does this do and why must I complete it in triplicate!? I will heal you, feed you, leave you be for the next twenty-four hours if you just tell me what all of these bloody forms are bloody for,’ Grindelwald waved the crumpled bunch in front of him.

Graves sat in shock, no amount of mental preparation could have helped him with the current situation at hand. Despite the potential danger, despite the pain that could follow, and despite the fact these would probably be his famous last words, he uttered them anyway, ‘what? Are you telling me you took my place without considering what you’d have to do… Mercy Louis, did you actually think this through?’ He’s sure he should feel insulted that he was bested by this man, maybe a little worried about this rare occurrence of personal loose lipped-ness, but what the hell was this situation even?

The imposter gave him a rather dangerous look, which admittedly was a little disconcerting to see from his perspective but… well, there’s not much you can do against anti-magical wards and bonds. They held eachother’s gaze until his double sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose with his unoccupied hand, ‘your sass is not appreciated, Graves, but no… I may have not have planned this as well as I would like to admit,’ for a moment Graves would have dared to say the slightly red tint that graced the face of his unwanted twin was a sign of embarrassment, possibly a dash anger.

He’s not sure whether this was bravery or foolishness on his part but his mental filters seem to have failed him in this moment because again, what the hell, was this actually happening? He responded with the same level of ‘sass’, ‘No, really,’ Graves voice dripped with dry sarcasm. Grindelwald looked as if he was about to skip the ‘pleasantries’ and just go straight to cursing him.

Graves, ever pragmatic and sensing an opportunity, released a calculated sigh, ‘for starters that form, the blue one, is a request for paternity leave, the green one behind it is an obliviation request form, that oddly shaped one is a wand permit -’ he was interrupted by Grindelwald snapping, ‘but what do the terms mean, what the hell are these numbers in reference to!?’

Percival Graves was a calm man, in general, but he did not have the patience to teach someone (nevermind the fact that he is the dark lord) how to do paperwork that took him years of auror training and experience to turn paperwork management into a form of art. It was another calculated move and admittedly some mild panic (you will not mess up my system damn it, I don’t care who you are) that he practically yelled, ‘Merlin’s beard, release me now and give me those forms, I’m not explaining ten plus volumes of law to you, Mercy Louis,’ Grindelwald did so in equal parts relief and wariness.

The anti-magical hexes were still in place but Graves now had the freedom of movement to complete all the paperwork to ensure that his department didn’t burn to the ground. At least, with this, the department was more likely go shit from a random attack from a magical creature (not that it would but still) than the backlog of paperwork that Grindelwald would have likely produced. Now Jameson can have some time off to spend with his newborn, and this wand permit… actually this wasn’t supposed to be here, but he’ll make the exception for, ‘Newton Artemis Fido Scamander’… what were his parents thinking?

He may or may not have also taken this opportunity to embed secret messages into every. Single. Form... what a whoopsie on Grindelwald’s part.

(I continued it anyway XD)