Post by Anne Fernsby on Nov 8, 2015 11:23:18 GMT -8
Friday, 16 March 2015
12:00 p.m.
Lunch Hall
Paperwork.
Anne had sorted through a ton of it since returning from Hogwarts over a month ago. Despite how scary it had all been, Anne missed it. She had had Markus near, and as much of a mess as things had turned out for him, it had been comforting.
Anne hadn't seen Markus much since their return. She was sure the wife had kept tabs on him, and she didn't want to think about what likely was happening in their need to seek comfort. Whatever the case, she felt part wistful and part cast-off. She snuck glances when she could in the hall, noting how thin he seemed or how sad on any given day.
About the most excitement she had had was in the time immediately following the return when she had to find out and ensure none of the Ministry had been behind the werewolf "attack" as the muggles put it (Could it really be considered an attack when no one had died, though? She preferred "revelation."). Of course, no one had been indicated, and it had gone right on to another department within the week. "Look into managing your resistance groups," was the exact phrase she'd given Florence White as she'd handed the file to her. Perhaps it was true that that meant more work for Markus and his department, more headache, but perhaps work was good for him now.
It had to be a resistance group--whether known or unknown. It just had to be or some sort of werewolf alliance rallying for rights. They hadn't exactly been issuing legislation that helped werewolves, after all. They hadn't exactly shamed them, but for some, the lack of anything helpful was enough. Yet no one had stepped up on behalf of the werewolves demanding rights or else.
Anne dipped her quill in the ink well then blotted the tip once again as she signed her name one last time. It was time for lunch, and she was going to the lunch hall. She hadn't exactly had time to pack a lunch after her mother had kept her up late with an impromptu visit. Her mother had been there the instant she'd arrived home from work, much to her dismay, worrying about how her flower bed that she had planted for her just three months ago was already being choked to death and other non-interesting topics.
Perhaps she should take a nap instead....
12:00 p.m.
Lunch Hall
Paperwork.
Anne had sorted through a ton of it since returning from Hogwarts over a month ago. Despite how scary it had all been, Anne missed it. She had had Markus near, and as much of a mess as things had turned out for him, it had been comforting.
Anne hadn't seen Markus much since their return. She was sure the wife had kept tabs on him, and she didn't want to think about what likely was happening in their need to seek comfort. Whatever the case, she felt part wistful and part cast-off. She snuck glances when she could in the hall, noting how thin he seemed or how sad on any given day.
About the most excitement she had had was in the time immediately following the return when she had to find out and ensure none of the Ministry had been behind the werewolf "attack" as the muggles put it (Could it really be considered an attack when no one had died, though? She preferred "revelation."). Of course, no one had been indicated, and it had gone right on to another department within the week. "Look into managing your resistance groups," was the exact phrase she'd given Florence White as she'd handed the file to her. Perhaps it was true that that meant more work for Markus and his department, more headache, but perhaps work was good for him now.
It had to be a resistance group--whether known or unknown. It just had to be or some sort of werewolf alliance rallying for rights. They hadn't exactly been issuing legislation that helped werewolves, after all. They hadn't exactly shamed them, but for some, the lack of anything helpful was enough. Yet no one had stepped up on behalf of the werewolves demanding rights or else.
Anne dipped her quill in the ink well then blotted the tip once again as she signed her name one last time. It was time for lunch, and she was going to the lunch hall. She hadn't exactly had time to pack a lunch after her mother had kept her up late with an impromptu visit. Her mother had been there the instant she'd arrived home from work, much to her dismay, worrying about how her flower bed that she had planted for her just three months ago was already being choked to death and other non-interesting topics.
Perhaps she should take a nap instead....