Who cares if my main occupation will be writing traffic tickets and solving public disturbances. After being in a war, I've had enough excitement for years to come, Sirius thought.
Looking up, he saw himself in the little mirror inside his locker. He certainly had changed on the outside, now sporting a mustache - though not a bushy monstrosity like Vernon Dursley was wearing. Some of the other cops had joked that he really wanted to look the part of the copper, but he felt it gave him more character.
He gave himself one final look. Look at your pure-blooded son now. He's doing a perfectly ordinary Muggle job. I would really love sending my dear mother a picture, if I could.
Closing his locker, he put his custodian helmet under his arm and left the locker room. First things first, he walked to the Chief Inspector's office. Little Whinging might be small, but it still was the biggest town in the police district. Knocking on the door, he was told to enter and was already expected by the Chief Inspector.
"Ah, our newly-minted Constable Black. Welcome to the police of Little Whinging," the Chief Inspector greeted him, clearly being relieved that the penny-pinchers gave him a new constable. "Ready to start your first day on the force?"
"Yes, Sir. Though, no offense, I do expect it to be considerably peaceful. After all, we are not in London."
"Indeed. To be honest, I also would not want to have the problems of my colleagues in London. It is a very unrestful time. Mass protests about politics and the economy, terrorist attacks by the IRA and social unrest. No, I'm glad Surrey is rather rural."
"We can only hope it stays that way, Sir. Though, we would be rather redundant if it were fully peaceful," Sirius remarked.
"Certainly true, but human nature ensures that sooner or later something is bound happen. Let's hope, however, that it's later." The Chief Inspector paused for a moment. "You also experienced the slight upheavals in the force?"
"Hard not to, Sir. It extended my probation period quite a bit," Sirius answered honestly.
"It's not like it used to be, the bureaucrats are now holding the power and are squeezing us dry for every single penny. I had to fight to actually get an additional constable. Well then, good luck on your first day with us," the Chief Inspector dismissed him.
"Thank you, Sir." Sirius then left the office.
Walking down the corridor, he walked by the big office, where the other bobbies of the night shift were busy with writing their reports, the loud rattling of typewriters and the smell of nicotine filling the air. The typewriters stopped when they saw him, being replaced by words of encouragement instead.
"Ah, so you are the new one on our force!" one bobby said, causing the attention of the others.
"It's your first day, right?" another man asked while lighting himself a cigarette.
Sirius felt quite welcomed by them, having gotten used to the culture during his probation. "Yes, my first round. Though I've lived here for several years; will certainly be weird for me and those who know me to see me being a beat cop."
"Oh, don't worry, you'll get used to it and almost everyone will give you more respect."
"Almost everyone?" Sirius asked, though he had an idea.
"Well, those we catch certainly won't respect you." Laughter filled to big office at the inside joke.
The bobby with the newly lit cigarette sighed. "Man, I wonder how long I can still do this indoors. I've heard some health-nuts at the top want to forbid us smoking indoors. Times are really starting to change..."
"What can we do? Best we try to adapt. I've heard they even want to retire the typewriters and replace them with these new computers, and we are set to get them earlier than others due to being so close to London," another bobby added.
"Well, I'll miss the rattling of these things. Wonder what the government plans to do with so many typewriters?" the only female officer present lamented. "I bet they send someone with these computers to make sure we won't break them."
They then collectively wished Sirius a good first day on the force.
Feeling better, Sirius walked to the front door, putting on his helmet. Walking outside, he took a deep breath. This was it, the one job he would do for years to come. He felt no regrets about it, and just in case he felt the familiar weight of his wand, being held securely by a wand holster strapped to his arm and under his sleeve. Just because he didn't do much magic anymore didn't mean he shouldn't always have it at hand.
Starting his round through the neighborhood, he was glad that the station was only around twenty minutes away on foot from his home. Commuting in the non-magical world, he knew, was murderous.
On his way, he noticed people greeting him politely; a stark contrast to how he was seen when he had first arrived, still in his biker image. People put too much on outside appearance, though in a way I can understand them. It's an early warning sign for them.
"Hello, offi... -gasp-!"
Stopping, he looked to who had tried to greet him, and was greeted by the sight of Petunia, a rather porky-looking four-year old Dudley holding onto her hand. Petunia had paled significantly at his sight and he had a good idea why that was. After all, to her he was a danger to her way of life, thus seeing him in a police uniform must have been a shock to her.
"Can I help you, Mrs. Dursley?" Sirius asked.
"Uhm, that is...? How possibly could...?" Petunia stumbled over her words, trying to collect herself.
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