John Constantine and The Useless Magic Rock

Sleepless Nights and Endless Days Ahead.

"-I understand that you might feel uncomfortable-"

John slide his fingers down the dry page, flipping to the next once he finished reading it.

"-ut as you know, the Ministry has appointed me now as your current, standing guardian-"

His knee bounced, once every so often bumping the small table above them.

"-understand that I intend to take this seriously to ensure your health and safety needs-"

John yawned into a bawled fist, once again marveling slightly on their current size.

"Are you even listening to me Mr. Constantine?!"

"No."

Mother always said to tell no lies.

His babysitter had arrived.

In truth, that's exactly what he was.

A proud member of the so called prestige and all powerful Ministry of Magic, part timing as an over-glorified and most likely underpaid sitter for kids.

Surely this job was his first pick right?

Tristan Klaus was his name.

An Auror of average height, slim build and topped with professionally kept, light brown hair.

The Tristan fella was a younger man, early to mid twenties tops.
Probably fresh out of the Magic College or whatever shit they had here.

Squared, wired glasses framed large blues eyes gleamed over with an envy inducing naivety.

The kid was green, everyone must've thought that handling a child was an easy first task ta give away.

Pricks.

Tristian tried to hold in his annoyance, trying to feign a solid mask of professionalism and politeness.

He had a shit poker face.
John could've told ya that much.

Sneakin shit past the sad bloke will probably be easier that he thought....

"Can we- can you please try to follow along kid?"

Kid?

Have ya seen yourself sport?

"I understand that you're uncomfortable staying in the presence of an adult-"-snort-"-you don't know-and that's completely fine! But you must see that in order for this process to actually work you have to cooperate!"

If John looked hard enough he could see steam leakin out of the kid's ears.

"Now have you unpacked all your belongings?"

"Uh....yeah."

"Ok. I'm giving you a 'heads up', as the muggles say, that we'll be relocating soon."

"Relocating?"

"Yes, moving somewhere else-"-twitch-"-the ministry has set up a place where we can both stay comfortably."
Tristan huffed, waving a hand around them.
"A measly hotel room like this isn't sufficient enough."

As much as he wanted ta beat that condescending tone outta've em-the bloke had a point.

"Right......um.........now what?"