Desk job day..., Open to any ministry worker

[Taylor Chance]

Taylor yawned as she scribbled down a memo to Avier, in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts office. She tapped it with her wand and watched as it flew away with a small smirk. She usually took her job seriously, especially in her office, but she was actually having a small conversation about the next big Quidditch Match, against Puddlmere United and the Chudley Cannons. Avier, the sorry bloke, was betting quite a bit of gold on the Cannons winning. Not a chance, as Puddlemere was one of the best teams in the league, and the Cannons hadn't won a game in ages.

Sighing and glancing around her office, which was covered in posters of criminals and a picture of her cat, she cursed the minister in her head. There was obviously nothing better to do, so he had sent her into her office to file a few papers on one lad that had been arrested for supposed contact with Voldemort. The poor lad had only been fourteen... Josh, was his name.
"What a shame," she muttered lazily to herself, as another memo wizzed into her office and landed on her desk.

10 Galleons on the Cannons.
Taylor smirked. Poor bloke, he didn't know what he was getting himself into...
20 on Puddlemere. she scribbled pn another sheet of parchment, and sent it off again. Hearing a slight of exitement outside, she remained in her desk and glanced over at the owl she used for deliveries. It seemed neglected. She reluctantly threw it an owl treat, which it caught in it's beak and devoured, hooting happily afterward.

[Sydney Podmore]

Sydney was in her office getting ready to send a package to a fellow auror. She heard some laughter going on out side and looked through the window to see what the ruckuss was all about.

"Oh, God. I better get someone to help me with this one," she muttered.

She sent the package away on her owl, which before was given a treat for being so patient. She walked across the wing and wondered who was still in their office, for her to ask for help.

Knock, knock! "Hey, Taylor? Would you do me a favor?" she asked politely.

[Taylor Chance]

Hearing the knock at her door, the rather large stack of papers she'd been handling flew from her hands.
Damn...
She bent over the strown papers and scowled. Her week hadn't gone very well lately, and it was only going farther down than it had been before. Standing up and still cursing under her breath, she glanced up at Sydney.
"Come again?" she asked, "What do you need a favor for?"

[Sydney Podmore]

She was walking through the door when she saw her papers fly away.
"I'm sorry to disturb you Taylor, you look like you're having kind of a rough day..." she said not meaning to make the day worse for Taylor.
"Ok. I need you to help me restraining the men fighting outside, as long as you can let me help you with all of those papers," she said with a slight grin.