[ttd] what are those? [azalea]

"Not again," Danny groaned as he felt the telltale signs of the corridor on this floor starting to rain again. At first a few drops and then a downpour. He frowned and grabbed two misshapen packages from his cart, holding them over his head as he slipped into an office that he hoped wasn't looking with an indoor shower like the hallway just outside.

Thankfully, it wasn't. He exhaled a breath and wondered why Corner hadn't gotten this corridor to behave yet. It was the third time this week.

Danny was beyond full, his lunchtime escapades to his favorite deli making him feel overstuffed and a little sleepy, but his cart was still laden with new packages that had come in this morning and needed to be delivered. It looked like he might not even get to sneak off to the little unused broom closet Mihwa had found that they used for cat naps sometimes. What a shame.

He palmed his wand as he looked through the open door as the rain got worse. "Third time this week right?" he asked the brunette witch who was the only one in this office and he gave a small smile to just before he saw the photos that were laid out behind her, his smile dropping. He realized what office this was: investigations. "What is that?" he asked, gesturing toward some photos, not sure if he wanted to know the answer.

@Azalea Reed

She'd been mulling over this case for hours. They had a lead suspect but having enough evidence that could link him to the crime was minimal at best. They needed just one more silver lining, one more clue to fall into their lap to catch him! Azalea wasn't going to give up yet. Perhaps a break soon. She could feel the tension building on her frontal lobe. Azalea sighed and rubbed the pads of her thumbs in small circular motions just above her eyebrow bone. Maybe she needed a fresh pair of eyes to look over the case whether it was her mentor, Roslyn, or another new detective like herself. If Christian were here, she knew he'd be able to point out or come up with a way that Azalea hadn't resolved to do.

Low rolling thunder echoed outside her door. Every time she thought about leaving the room momentarily, it began raining in the hallway. It was growing rather annoying now. Was she just cursed? She took a moment to soothe her aching head as she listened to the rain. Admittedly, as badly as the weather needed addressed and fixed, she did find the unpredictable weather to be relaxing. She could work with that all day and night, but preferably outside her window. Not the door.

Her head shot up as the door whipped open. She raised an eyebrow at the young man who stood dripping wet in her doorway. Azalea groaned a little internally at the new presence. Did people refuse to knock nowadays? She understood he was taking shelter from the weather, but it was just common sense to present some manners before intruding.

Once she'd taken a moment to look over who it was, she relaxed a little in a more forgiving nature. It was Danny, the mailman. He was a sweet young guy who always left her smiling when he left. He'd never done anything wrong to her and always left with a couple of jokes. She raised from her seat behind her desk and moved to stand next to him to look out into the hall.

"I believe so, if not more." She followed his gaze to the board behind her with the photos. Some were pretty gruesome and not meant for the faint of heart. Looking at them from this distance, she was relieved that corpses didn't move in their photos. "Ah, yes," she crossed her arms over her chest. "A store robbery gone wrong. I've been working on this all day." She looked out the door and saw his cart of mail getting poured on. She pulled her wand out, aimed it at the cart, and waved her wand "Accio cart." It rolled just close enough to her to pull it into her dry office. "I hate to say it," she sought for a diversion for him incase the photos were too much for him to stomach. "But I think some of your mail is ruined."

"Sucks to be you," he said without thinking, before his gaze slid to her and he gave her a small, apologetic smile. "I'll send a memo off to  Corner to get it fixed for you," Danny added. Although, why he hadn't fixed it by now was beyond him. It was only raining, shouldn't that be pretty simple to fix-er-up? Then again, there was a pretty good reason why Danny had never strayed too close to getting a promotion within his own department and he knew Charms weren't exactly his forte, but still Corner was a smart guy. How hard could it be.

But, he was easily distracted by the photos she was describing and he could see the gore and blood even from this distance. It made his stomach turn and he glanced at Azalea. She was pretty, but he guessed she might have to have at least one or two gobstones loose to want to do this kind of job day in and day out. "Looks.. interesting," he said tentatively before he heard his squeaky wheeled cart rolling towards him.

His packages were soaked through, but he wasn't concerned. He gave her a shrug. "I've delivered worse, most are charmed so that the insides don't get soaked," he said before he took a glance at the rain again. "It really is annoying, isn't it," he said, taking a step closer, standing in the doorway and palming his wand, twirling it between his fingers, dropping it accidentally, and then bending to pick it over before he glanced at her.

"You know what, I'll fix it, no need to wait for Corner." Great last words before he pointed his wand at the ceiling and was promptly blasted off his feet, flying back towards his cart as his wand backfired. He landed half over his toppled cart, packages spilled to the floor, his vision dizzy as he stared up at the ceiling, confused. "What the..."

That didn't usually happen when Michael fixed up things.