[This happened this afternoon]

It was a three-alarm public water-closet alert, and the entire office was on-site to deal with the issue. 

Arthur surveyed the scene.  He was up to his ankles in... well, he'd rather not think about exactly what it was that he was ankle-deep in.  The porcelain bowls were still spewing foul-smelling waste onto the floor and was glad that he'd had the presence of mind to transfigure his shoes into wellies before entering the public toilet.

Perkins had done the same thing, but Jenny Palmer -- the newest addition to the team -- had not yet racked up enough field experience to know to do that;  at least this time she'd left her pumps at the office and was wearing a pair of trainers.   She usually spent her time in the office doing paperwork and dispatching, but this was something that probably would need the three of them, so she'd tagged along.  Upon entering, she gagged and rushed back out of the facility. 

Perkins grinned over at Arthur.  "Think she'll make it?"

"She'll be fine," Arthur replied, rolling up his sleeve.  "What do you think?  Same charm as last time, or have they come up with a new one?"

Perkins started performing diagnostic spells on the charmed toilets and responded with, "Looks like the same old shite, so to speak."  He chuckled and asked, "Shall we?"

"Let's shall."

The two wizards began waving their wands and broke the charms on the toilets one-by-one.  After that was completed, they both began vanishing the mess on the floor and in the bowls.  Thirty Minutes later, the average muggle would never have known anything had been amiss.

Actually, the muggles probably would have noticed that something was off;  the restroom was probably cleaner than before the incident took place.

The two wizards walked out to find their third number bent over a rubbish barrel panting and looking markedly peaked.

Perkins asked, "All right then, ducks?"

Arthur canceled his bubble head charm, and went over to check on her.  The sharp scent of vomit assaulted his nostrils.  "Come on, Jenny.  Let's get your mouth rinsed out."  He guided her over to the nearby drinking fountain, and she shakily reached out to turn it on.

It shot her in the face.

She squealed.

"Well, this is new," Perkins commented with the corners of his mouth twiching.  He approached the other two and stood to obstruct the muggles' view of their activities while Arthur saw to the drinking fountain.

Arthur pulled out his wand and checked to see what sort of hex was on it.  It was a simple constriction charm on the pipe, which was easily reversed.

"Go ahead and try it now," Arthur said, trying not to laugh.

She did, and it worked just as it was supposed to.  After she was finished, she stood and looked at the two older men.  They both looked highly amused.  "Are you lot taking the mickey out on me?" 

"No, but you're probably going to want to fix your makeup," Perkins told her.

[Synopsis: Arthur and the rest of The Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office respond to a call. It's pretty messy, so it's a good thing that they have open-ended job descriptions.]