Sappho And I’m shivering just thinking Where have you been all these minutes?     The situation at home was better now, somewhat. Bit by bit, the children were getting used to their lack of magic. It was painful to watch, and the fact that it was something they had to get used to at all broke her heart every time she thought about it. However, it was for the best. Eventually, a cure would be found and they would get their magic back and everything would go back to the way it used to be. She had to hope for that, now matter how grim prospects seemed. Her children had been born to have magic, all three of them had been so skilled and gifted, that she could not imagine them being reduced to a magic-less existence. No, she would never make her peace with it. In her free time, she kept researching obscure potions and reading over experiments done on muggles and mudbloods and squibs. There had to be something there, perhaps she would be able to make a potion or something of the sort. She was a gifted potioneer, she had to at least try. However, she didn't have much free time at all. With almost all the Ministry having been sick for about a month, the whole place would've fallen behind already. The added chaos of an epidemic had made their work even harder and her days were long and tiresome. She could barely get home in time for dinner, these days, and she didn't remember the last time she'd gotten a full eight hours of sleep. Before this, it had been the children's sickness and before that it had been her overworking herself to avoid their issues at home. It would have been months, in that case.     But Nora was one of the few high ranking Ministry officials that had kept their magic, let alone a seasoned Death Eater. She could not let anything go any more wrong than anything already had, but she had a bad feeling about it all. More than the epidemic itself, she felt that something had shifted. Andromeda had always insisted on being grey in nature, but Nora dearly wished that she would remember who had put her where she was. She hadn't gotten there with the support of the Order, after all. Her power base were the Death Eaters, purists and traditionalists. There were certain lines that ought not to be crossed and they hadn't yet, so she wanted to be optimistic and believe that the woman she considered to be a friend would not go back on her word. Would not go against her own people. Nora, in the meantime, would do her best to help keep things running smoothly. Particularly by meeting with as many members of the Wizengamot as she could. There was little reason to meet with all of them at once. In fact, there were far more reasons to avoid doing so, as the members tended to be men who made her want to bathe the entire Ministry in blood. Most of them. In smaller groups, however, they were all far more manageable. That was to say, she could manage them anyhow, but it kept her mood better. Things were also far more quickly resolved that way. The Wizengamot was taking far more work to keep running properly than her own department. Monroe knew what she had to do without constant supervision, after all, and the Wizengamot Members would rather bicker amongst themselves than get anything done. She had already raised three children, she had never signed up to be a daycare teacher.     Having finished the last of the meetings for the day, however, she found herself finally able to relax. At least until she got back to her department and started on her paperwork. Really, she would much prefer to invade Thorfinn's office and dip into his stash of firewhiskey. Miraculously, her cousin had also been spared in this epidemic. Impressive, though Nora knew that Amalthea had not been so lucky. Neither had Leda. Unfortunate, all of it. However, she would much rather finish her work and get home on time for once. Or attempt to. The children would be glad for it, at the very least. So, after closing the door of the courtroom behind her, she started to make her way to the elevators- only to round a corner and almost be bathed in someone's hot drink. Luckily -for whoever it was- she managed to sidestep it in time. In silence, she turned her eyes from the puddle on the floor to look at the stranger.

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[attr="class","lyric2min"]And I’m shivering just thinking
Where have you been
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[attr="class","textbodmin"]Desk duty had Vie running between departments more than she would have liked. Running out into the field... that was fun. That was exciting. Especially if she got paired up with Liam, because Vie thought they made quite the team. That was bound to happen when you grew up with someone, and her mother and Liam's mother had always been close, so the Flints had been one of the few families that had fallen in the category of exceptions when it came to her father's strict no outsiders unless I say so mentality, when it came to the island. But she wouldn't be running into the field any time soon. Not if her magic stayed gone--which Vie was fairly certain it would. It wasn't that she was a pessimist. She was just being realistic. There was no chance, no way, that things would suddenly go back to normal. The patterns didn't point in that direction, so the only running Vie would be doing would be between departments. She was an Obliviator without magic, which was pitiful, so she was more often than not left with the responsibility of running files between departments. And when she wasn't doing that, the Muggle-Worthy Excuse Committee had her hard at work, because she was one of the few people that had gotten a degree in muggle studies.

That was one of the things that often earned her a double take. Lady Genevieve Urquart, a pureblood heiress, in a muggle studies classroom of her own volition. But Vie had always been a firm believer that ignorance was not bliss. The saying was keep your enemies closer, after all, and Vie liked to be very informed in all respects. As an Obliviator, as an employ of the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes, she thought being well-versed in muggle culture was an important skill. It made dealing with them much... easier. And it was one of the things that had been greatly useful when she had been out in the field. Liam had been the more aggressive and forward one, but Vie preferred to take a more reserved approach. The less mess, the better, as far as she was concerned, and that involved knowing and understanding what was going on. Besides, muggle folklore about magic was rather amusing and quaint.

Vie had been keeping herself busy ever since she had lost her magic, but she knew that wasn't good. She knew she needed to take a step back, sometimes, and worry about herself, instead of everyone else. She knew that despite how much had changed, some things were still rather normal. And some things were better, or different, but still good. Her family would always be her family, no matter what, and Vie would always cling onto that. No matter how intense things got between her sister and father, they were family. And Vie would walk through fire for all of them. And then, of course, there was Ivan. Which was something that... had not been expected. Not in the slightest. Vie had always been certain that she would simply play her part, that if she ever cared for anyone outside of her family, she certainly wouldn't be as lucky as her parents had been. No, Vie was not in the business of telling herself lies. But then Ivan had happened, and something had clicked in her mind. Something shifted, and as strange as it was to admit any of this, Vie felt like Ivan was an open book... for her. Like she could see something other people simply didn't. And around him, her icy demeanour melted without a moment of hesitation.

It was... flowery. And it was something new. But despite everything that had happened things had still been good between them, so Vie had been revelling in that. Her parents knew now, too, which was... the biggest step, really, because Urquarts were notoriously solitary. But they knew, and he had even visited Holm of Huip to go sailing with her, so Vie just felt that if there was anything good left after the epidemic, it was her and Ivan.

She had been on her way out of the Department of Justice, done being the messenger for the day, when someone had fallen into step with her to talk about... honestly, Vie was already tuning it out. She was on the verge of snapping to the person that there was a reason she had her own office, and that that office was meant for discussions--not a blasted hallway--when it had happened. She had noticed another person turning the corner. Of course, Vie had noticed. She wasn't a head in the clouds type of person. But before she could pull her unwanted companion aside, he had gone and spilled the whole drink in his hand. Vie let out a slow breath, composing herself as her gaze travelled up from the spill to the man's eyes. "And this is exactly why people make appointments. In offices," Vie pointed out sharply, with a forced smile for the sake of cordiality. The man left with a nod and some muttered apology, leaving Vie alone with the near victim of the blunder. Her gaze moved to the other person, only to find herself freezing momentarily as her eyes met theirs. "Lady Bulstrode," Vie recovered quickly, bowing her head with a more genuine smile on her face this time. One reserved for the sake of propriety. "Apologies that you had to witness that. I'll have to send a memo to get it cleaned up. I do hope it won't ruin your day too much," she continued politely. There was a slight nervousness swimming beneath the surface, though, if only because Vie hadn't imagined encountering Ivan's stepmother like this.

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Sappho AND I’M SHIVERING JUST THINKING WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN ALL THESE MINUTES? Eleanor was a busy person who had absolutely no time for anyone’s nonsense. She was efficient, she was stressed almost constantly, and she was worried about her family. Combine that with the fact that she was a difficult person to work under as a general rule- well, that made it so that she didn’t find it hard to adapt to her new position. That was not to say that being Chief Warlock was in any way easy, she didn’t think anybody would ever find it easy. But she did take to it well, she found that it was something that came to her easily. The politics, the discussion, making herself heard, keeping her authority. As a pureblood lady, as a woman in love with another woman, she had always been the type to not back down and to face challenges -and challengers- with a cold type of composure that nobody could take from her. Pureblood Lords were a particular pain to deal with, especially when they had been given an official position in the government. Some were easy to get along with, some were reasonable. Others still had the traditionalist gender hierarchy shoved up their- they just kept to what they considered to be a divine order of some sort. Annoying and disappointing, but not surprising. Thankfully, it seemed like the younger generations, starting with the kids in their twenties, seemed to be growing beyond that and leaving it behind. She couldn’t even say that it was an overly old fashioned point of view, she knew plenty of older pureblood men that were better than others, but it was true that it was more common amongst the older members of their society. Unfortunately. Like with blood traitors and mudbloods, she thought that it was a besmirching of their society. A problem that ought to be weeded out. Her methods, however, would most likely be considered too radical. Or too violent. A pity, but not unexpected. It was probably a combination of all of this that made it so that she was rarely bothered while at work. Unless someone was overly confident or overly idiotic, nobody really bothered her with unreasonable requests or useless questions. Least of all when she wasn’t actually in the office, but rather walking down the halls. People gave her a wide berth and that was for the best. She had enough work to deal with, enough stressful meetings and conversations to put up with. Anything that wasted her time would be handled in a way that would most likely not be appreciated. Or considered humane. That wasn’t even mentioning how she would have handled things if that coffee had landed on her. It was caused by carelessness, by a young man who wasn’t looking where he was going. For a second, she stood still, watching him and his companion and considering wether it would be too much to curse him for just standing in her way. Perhaps it was somewhat overkill, but she had absolutely no issue with being considered dangerous. Rumours of a hair trigger did wonders for discouraging unwanted conversations. The apology that the man offered, without even looking at her, was insufficient at best. But she contained herself, watching as he walked off and left her female companion before her. The young woman seemed much more composed that him, perhaps she would also be smarter and offer a proper apology. It seemed that it wasn’t too much to ask, thankfully, because there was a gleam of something in the girl’s eyes once she recognised Eleanor. Ah, perhaps a familiar face. She did hold herself with some elegance and pride, after all. A pureblood, maybe- especially when she addressed Nora with the right title. Now, anyone with half a brain would do that, especially to her face, but this usage of etiquette seemed to come naturally to her. A point in her favour. “That would be wise, yes.” She considered leaving right away. The apology had been given, she had not cursed anyone, she had things to do. However, she couldn’t say that she wasn’t slightly curious as to the girl’s origins. Admittedly, she wasn’t all that familiar with the youngest generations, not unless they were related to her or good enough friends with her children to be brought around to the manor. That last one was not a current occurrence, Ivan was not the type to have many friends, neither was Loraine, and Jules- well, his socialisation had decreased a lot over the last two years. Perhaps this would be worth her while, if only for some minutes. “I don’t believe we have me. What is your name?” A surname would indicate wether she was pureblood, and if so, wether she was the right kind of pureblood in the first place. Nowadays it wasn’t enough to be purist, not in her eyes. Some purebloods with the right ideologies did not behave in a way that was befitting her station and Nora had no interest in wasting her time with any of them.

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