Maxxie Tiberius
There was a knock at the door not long after it was closed, and Maxxie gave it his attention with eyebrows halfway up his forehead when it was opened again. Female. He'd been debating for the last few moments on that. With a name like 'Avalon' one really couldn't be sure.
"It's Maxxie," he corrected under his voice, turning his attention from the girl after the introductions were made. She was beautiful, but he could tell from the way she held herself that she wouldn't be any fun. If anything, she'd probably be stern and uptight if that jawline had anything to do with it. He chuckled lowly at the obvious lack of communication between the ministries. "Sounds about right..."
Maxxie was immediately distracted, spinning around the room before a bowel of hard candies caught his attention. He stood a little straighter, pulling himself on his tip toes and thus a few inches higher in his already staggering stature. His black fingernails danced over each brightly packaged sweet. Candy couldn't always be trusted in the wizarding world.
His head tilted in interest as he listened to her speak, a slew of words that weren't particular on their own, but formed in a sophisticated manner. Clearly she was upset. "What's wrong?" he wondered. "Afraid of adventure? Don't worry, I can protect you." He shot a wink, but it was rightfully ignored. Penrose was way too used to him by now.
He unwrapped a chosen candy, popping it in his mouth and grinning delightfully as the thing burst into a slew of liquid flavor. Delicious. "Jenkins doesn't have her own head on her shoulders," Maxxie grumbled, picking another candy to shove in his mouth next. Chocolate. Wonderful. "S'e al'edy 'aid yo'd ha've dem."
He choose another candy, one that made his face screw up as a too strong cinnamon powered touched his tongue. "Think she got hit one too many times on the head, hm?" Penrose was physically pushing him out of the office now, telling him to behave. Psh right. "Maybe I should have been looking for the forms earlier instead of cleaning gum off the bottoms of desks! No need to make our guest wait!"
The door slammed behind them and Maxxie shrugged. He'd put the gum on the bottom of those desks anyway. He popped the last piece of stolen candy in his mouth, something that tasted wonderfully like a jolly rancher, but was slowly turning his teeth emerald green while he sucked on it.
"This place, I swear, can't do anything right," he shook his head and then grinned at Avalon, green ball of candy still in the center of his mouth. "I got this though."
He lead her back towards the Auror department, through the cubicles and down to the very end of the room, where he nudged open a door with his hip. Harry Potter was in his seventies, though most people wouldn't guess. Like many great wizards his physical age hardly gave him away.
Maxxie swept his arms under his coat, dropping into a bow the moment he entered. "Mr. Potter, sir." Despite all of his theatrics, there was nothing in his tone except for respect. He smiled as he stopped in front of the mans desk, who looked stoic except for slight amusement around his eyes. They'd always had a good relationship, even if it was rare for them to cross paths. "So, you assigned me the Lessinia case..."
"The Minister agreed that something needed to be changed," Harry answered before smiling kindly at the woman standing next to him.
Maxxie nodded, taking a moment to suck on his candy before running a hand through his hair. "Jenkins and Penrose are giving me a runaround on the files I need. I'm a little hurt, you know how I like to study." The put he gave was full on puppy dog, and Harry shook his head almost fondly before reaching below his desk.
"I know, Max, but I also know you need something to do during the trip or you'll end up putting someone in St. Mungo's." The man reached under his desk, retrieving a brown wooden box not much larger than a suitcase. "Here is everything you'll need, Hopefully there's something in there you haven't already heard through the gossip."
Maxxie grinned, taking the offering before sweeping out another bow. "Thank you sir." He twisted on his heels before stopping again, turning his attention back on his superior. "I really hope that St. Mungo's joke was a stab at my personality and not my magic."
Harry chuckled lightly, simply making a motion with his hand for the two of them to get going.