A Jobs a Job (Open)

Lotus sat at her desk, sandwich by the side of a mound of paper, quill scratching as she filled in forms and papers.  This was the worst part of the job... no it wasn't. The worst part of the job was the fact innocent people were being targeted and victimised by Ministry Legislation, and pretty soon she was going have to enforce it her.  And to make it worse, they were using deaths to further their case.  It made her sick.  Yet, she still worked there.  She was still filling in her paperwork, she was still sending her memos and she was still filing the papers and running errands. She slammed her quill on the desk and got up.  Perhaps if she could run errands or something, fetching and carrying.  Yeah, then she could stretch her legs and block out the thoughts in her mind that told her she was wrong for working there.

"Hey,"  She said, tapping a random auror on the arm. "Need anything doing?"