Like Babysitting a Man Child

[Lydia Godwinson]

@Wesley Cavanaugh
@Elsie Beauregard

Lydia had been busy almost nonstop all morning. Luckily, it had seemed like Mr. Cavanaugh had been busy as well. She hadn't heard so much as a peep from his office the entire time, something that suited her just fine. It allowed for her to finally get caught up for once though she doubted it was something that would last too long. It never seemed to in the Magical Games and Sports Department. Especially with the Quidditch season well underway and now the Junior League. Frankly, it was a good thing Lydia like her job and did so well at it otherwise she'd have bailed out long ago. Not to mention her father would have pushed her to marry then as she'd clearly be in the way at home too much if she didn't have a job or wasn't married. That was all beside the point.

With a sigh, she finally sat back in her chair ready for a small reprieve from all the hustle and bustle. That was, until she noticed that it was a mere half hour before Mr. Cavanaugh was meant to meet with a Mr. Simons about a complaint filed against one of the referees. She rolled her eyes knowing that Mr. Cavanaugh surely would have forgotten it. So much for a breather.

Getting up from her desk, she knocked quickly on the door of Mr. Cavanaugh's office before stepping in. Her jaw dropped and her blue eyes widened. He wasn't even in there! Where in Merlin's beard could he have gone without her noticing? Not only that, what was that mess on his desk. She stalked over to his desk and shook her head, loosening a curl or two from their pins in the process. With pursed lips, she began tidying up the top of his desk, her OCD flaring horribly at the disarray before her eyes. "Oh that man," she mumbled under her breath as she did her best to make sense of the mess to get things sorted out properly. She knew what she'd be doing with the rest of her workday.

  

[Wesley Cavanaugh]

Marriage was agreeing with Wesley quite nicely. With Cian and Collin kicked out, Luce had free reign of decorating and refurbishing the house to her tastes, which suited Wesley just fine. As long as she stayed out of his study all was well. It certainly hand't taken them long to settle into a routine and personally, he thought they were doing quite well adjusting.

Work was as busy as ever, the season coming up as well as the new junior league to keep an eye on. Not that it was his responsibility directly, but anything to do with quidditch piqued his interest, naturally. Sitting at his desk was not something Wesley did often as there was hardly any space atop it to get anything done, not to mention he much preferred to be out and about, wandering through the ministry getting things done that way. Paperwork was what he had Lydia for.

Lunch time came around and Wes completely missed it, but shortly after, his stomach was grumbling and he thought he should probably remedy that. Had he brought something? Surely he must have. If not he'd just jaunt out to High Street to grab something, but he should probably at least check first. He strolled by Lydia's empty desk, assuming she was taking her own lunch break, only to find her in his office tidying up. "You know I'll never find anything if you do that." He said nonchalantly as he moved behind his desk to sit and rest his aching hip.

  

[Lydia Godwinson]

Lydia had been so absorbed in her tidying that she hadn't even heard Mr. Cavanaugh come into his office. Until he spoke and then she jumped just slightly before leveling those blue eyes in a slight glare at him. She watched as he moved around and sat down before she spoke. "It is a wonder you can even find anything now," was her answer as she paused briefly in her tidying to cross her arms over her chest and watch him.

"But this wasn't why I came in here in the first place," she started as she continued to watch him, "I came in here to remind you of your appointment with Mr. Simons only to find you not in your office. You did remember you had an appointment, right?" Though she already knew the answer to that question. He hadn't a clue he had an appointment and she was certain of it.

  

[Wesley Cavanaugh]

"I know exactly where everything is, thank you very much." Wes grinned. Lydia was the best secretary a guy could ask for- and no he hadn't remembered the meeting, what timing he had though. "And of course I did, just wanted to grab a quick bite before, that's all." His grin turned a bit roguish so he was pretty sure Lydia wouldn't believe him, but hey, he would run with it.

Moving behind his desk, Wes started to root around for his lunch, unsure as to whether Luce had one packed for him or if he was on his own today. He didn't see one automatically so turned to his all-knowing secretary. "Did I come in with a lunch today? I can't remember." Really his memory was like a sieve. Perhaps old age was starting to get to him. It was a good thing he'd caught Lucinda when he did, the older he got the less likely he would be to get a good one.