Post by Deleted on Nov 3, 2018 15:48:31 GMT -5
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[attr="class","lyric1min"]feel something
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[attr="class","lyric2min"]I don't care if it hurts
I'll pay my weight in blood
To feel my nerves wake up
I'll pay my weight in blood
To feel my nerves wake up
[attr="class","textbodmin"]Date - 30 July 2018
Location - Ministry of Magic Lift, London, UK
Vie would say she had her plate full, but that would be the understatement of the year.
She didn't just have a lot going on--she had a whole lot more than a lot. It was getting to the point where words couldn't quite describe it. But this had always been her life. Vie had always had something to do, and never a single moment to rest. She couldn't say she minded it all that much. In fact, she was quite proud of the little juggling act she had going on. Of course, once upon a time, she might have... resented all the pressure. That might have manifested into a less than favourable reaction. Something that Vie fought to keep buried against all odds, because it had really been nothing but a momentary lapse in common sense. A dark spot on her timeline that was frankly uncharacteristic of her. Because it had been fleeting and stupid and she had come out of that all the wiser. All the more confident that, despite anything else, she would always be Lady Genevieve Urquart. She would always be the last lifeline of her family. The one that was expected to take over all of the accounts and properties when the time came. A job that she had been groomed for since birth.
Vie had taken in the pressure and made it a part of herself. There was no use in being scared of it. No use in fighting it. She knew what her role was. And Vie was determined to be amazing at it. If the Urquart name was dying with her, then she would make bloody sure that no one forgot it. That would be her legacy, if anything. Maybe Vie didn't have the power to keep the name alive in blood, but she could keep it alive in history--and if there was one thing that she had learned from her mother, it was that history was a strong tool. Above all, Vie cared about her family. She cared about what they stood for, and everything that her father taught her. But even beyond that, she cared about her parents and sister. The people that had been in her life... well, for as long as she could remember. Her father, the shining example of leader. The person she looked up to when it came to absolutely anything. Her mother, the perfect lady to a tee and a loving mother. And her sister... Rosie. The person Vie would protect with her life.
Family was everything. And with family came duty.
Over the years, Vie had learned how to multi-task, how to use short pockets of time in her work day to get other things done. Walking from office to office in the Ministry was honestly just idle time. Her mind wasn't doing anything as she made her strides throughout the building, so it would be the perfect opportunity to get something a little more skull-numbing done. Vie's attention was raptly focused on the family account records for the month as they levitated in front of her--but despite her fast pace and sharp focus, Vie effortlessly made her way throughout the halls of the Ministry. She had been there for so long, between her years in the Obliviator Headquarters and all the times she had visited with her father, that it was as if Vie's attention was not at all entranced by something else entirely. The opening of the elevator doors was perfect timing, really, and she walked in without even slowing down, then came to a stop as she turned to face the panel. A hand slowly reached out to press the button for the Department of Mysteries while her eyes continued to scan the parchment in front of her.
Hm, odd. A few galleons unaccounted for. There were several things it could have been, of course. She knew her father had given this to her for the sole purpose of proofreading, after all, and there were some things he tried to keep secret--like presents. But hers wasn't for a few more months, and Rosie's had already passed, so perhaps... her parents' anniversary. That must have been it. Either way, Vie made a note to double check her math for the month. No stone left unturned.
She was mid-scrawl when the elevator lurched suddenly and the lights flickered. Vie scowled as the ink leaked out of her quill with the movement and she shook her head with some exasperation. But that quickly turned to confusion as she started to realize that the familiar hum of the elevator was... gone. Vie looked up from her parchment with a confused frown on her face. The elevator wasn't moving. This couldn't be good. She glanced around for a moment, only then realizing that the lift had been otherwise empty, except for one other person. A face that was vaguely familiar, at least to Vie, with her sharp memory of visual details and aptitude for remembering connections. Flickers of a calculating stare in some clubs, the Great Hall, followed by a flood of her rather expert knowledge of nearly every pureblood family tree. Ivan Warrington, a relatively practical and reserved housemate that had been two years her senior. But also... "Lord Warrington," Vie greeted with a small bow of her head, her face set in an expression of general serenity. You draw more flies with honey, her mother had always said. Vie's general icy behaviour was usually well hidden. "I can only imagine what magically incompetent wizard is keeping us from our busy schedules," she continued, her eyes slowly shifting to meet his gaze. Vie could feel a slight panic at the thought of keeping her father waiting. But then there was also a strange feeling of... perfect coincidence.
Location - Ministry of Magic Lift, London, UK
Vie would say she had her plate full, but that would be the understatement of the year.
She didn't just have a lot going on--she had a whole lot more than a lot. It was getting to the point where words couldn't quite describe it. But this had always been her life. Vie had always had something to do, and never a single moment to rest. She couldn't say she minded it all that much. In fact, she was quite proud of the little juggling act she had going on. Of course, once upon a time, she might have... resented all the pressure. That might have manifested into a less than favourable reaction. Something that Vie fought to keep buried against all odds, because it had really been nothing but a momentary lapse in common sense. A dark spot on her timeline that was frankly uncharacteristic of her. Because it had been fleeting and stupid and she had come out of that all the wiser. All the more confident that, despite anything else, she would always be Lady Genevieve Urquart. She would always be the last lifeline of her family. The one that was expected to take over all of the accounts and properties when the time came. A job that she had been groomed for since birth.
Vie had taken in the pressure and made it a part of herself. There was no use in being scared of it. No use in fighting it. She knew what her role was. And Vie was determined to be amazing at it. If the Urquart name was dying with her, then she would make bloody sure that no one forgot it. That would be her legacy, if anything. Maybe Vie didn't have the power to keep the name alive in blood, but she could keep it alive in history--and if there was one thing that she had learned from her mother, it was that history was a strong tool. Above all, Vie cared about her family. She cared about what they stood for, and everything that her father taught her. But even beyond that, she cared about her parents and sister. The people that had been in her life... well, for as long as she could remember. Her father, the shining example of leader. The person she looked up to when it came to absolutely anything. Her mother, the perfect lady to a tee and a loving mother. And her sister... Rosie. The person Vie would protect with her life.
Family was everything. And with family came duty.
Over the years, Vie had learned how to multi-task, how to use short pockets of time in her work day to get other things done. Walking from office to office in the Ministry was honestly just idle time. Her mind wasn't doing anything as she made her strides throughout the building, so it would be the perfect opportunity to get something a little more skull-numbing done. Vie's attention was raptly focused on the family account records for the month as they levitated in front of her--but despite her fast pace and sharp focus, Vie effortlessly made her way throughout the halls of the Ministry. She had been there for so long, between her years in the Obliviator Headquarters and all the times she had visited with her father, that it was as if Vie's attention was not at all entranced by something else entirely. The opening of the elevator doors was perfect timing, really, and she walked in without even slowing down, then came to a stop as she turned to face the panel. A hand slowly reached out to press the button for the Department of Mysteries while her eyes continued to scan the parchment in front of her.
Hm, odd. A few galleons unaccounted for. There were several things it could have been, of course. She knew her father had given this to her for the sole purpose of proofreading, after all, and there were some things he tried to keep secret--like presents. But hers wasn't for a few more months, and Rosie's had already passed, so perhaps... her parents' anniversary. That must have been it. Either way, Vie made a note to double check her math for the month. No stone left unturned.
She was mid-scrawl when the elevator lurched suddenly and the lights flickered. Vie scowled as the ink leaked out of her quill with the movement and she shook her head with some exasperation. But that quickly turned to confusion as she started to realize that the familiar hum of the elevator was... gone. Vie looked up from her parchment with a confused frown on her face. The elevator wasn't moving. This couldn't be good. She glanced around for a moment, only then realizing that the lift had been otherwise empty, except for one other person. A face that was vaguely familiar, at least to Vie, with her sharp memory of visual details and aptitude for remembering connections. Flickers of a calculating stare in some clubs, the Great Hall, followed by a flood of her rather expert knowledge of nearly every pureblood family tree. Ivan Warrington, a relatively practical and reserved housemate that had been two years her senior. But also... "Lord Warrington," Vie greeted with a small bow of her head, her face set in an expression of general serenity. You draw more flies with honey, her mother had always said. Vie's general icy behaviour was usually well hidden. "I can only imagine what magically incompetent wizard is keeping us from our busy schedules," she continued, her eyes slowly shifting to meet his gaze. Vie could feel a slight panic at the thought of keeping her father waiting. But then there was also a strange feeling of... perfect coincidence.
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