Join the force

Jasper stood in the opulent office of Ser Theodore Blatherwick, his adoptive father and now the superintendent of the police. The room exuded an air of authority with its dark wood paneling and shelves lined with leather-bound books.

Theodore, a stern-faced man in his mid-sixties, stood near the window, puffing on his smoke pipe as he gazed outside.

The silence between them was heavy with unspoken expectations. Jasper could feel the weight of the past ten years pressing down on him – years spent in a distant land, honing his magical abilities under the tutelage of powerful wizards. In a world where magic was becoming increasingly rare, Jasper's natural talent had marked him as something special, a prodigy that Theodore had invested heavily in. For magic was not easily harnessed, one had to put in more resources to become an able wizard.

Finally, Theodore turned to face Jasper, his eyes scrutinizing the young man before him. "Jasper, I hope you are ready?" he asked, his voice gruff but tinged with a hint of anticipation.

Jasper straightened his posture, meeting Theodore's gaze unflinchingly. "Of course, father," he replied, his tone confident and measured.

Yet at first, he was so reluctant to accept the Blatherwick couple as his parents, but with the amount of love and resources they invested in him, he slowly saw them as his adoptive parents.

Theodore nodded, seemingly satisfied with the response. "I have made arrangements for you to join the forces," he said, tapping his pipe against the windowsill. "Go to the precinct, and you will have your orders."