Post by Cassandra Seymour on Jun 18, 2019 19:52:30 GMT -5
Cassandra hated cases that were large enough to garner the attention of the Ministry; all of the courtrooms were cold, dark, damp, and always looked like they haven’t been touched in years. ‘Honestly.’ she thought, ‘It’s the 21st century. Stop using torches.’ By the time her case had been dismissed on a recess, she felt like a frozen Popsicle.
“Ms. Seymour! Can you tell us anything further about the case? Which way do you think the jury is leaning at this point in time?” Cassandra was heckled by a young reporter immediately after leaving the courtroom, most likely new to the job and hanging around the courtrooms for literally anything they could write about and classify as ‘news’. Anything that came through the Ministry doors these days could be churned into something to slap on a newspaper page – it seemed like there was at least one reporter in every hallway at all times, just waiting to catch the right person or listen in on just the right conversation. Between the epidemic, the muggleborn registration, the lift of the muggleborn registration….there was a lot happening.
But this reporter, it seemed, did not accept her polite smile and dismissive wave as an answer. She quickened her pace to try and drive the point home, or to lose them, whichever came first. She let the sound of her heels on the hard floor drown out the sound of anyone calling after her. Needing to find a spot to hide out for a bit, and possibly find a sweater, she slipped through an unlocked door into an office that she thought to be empty.
Pushing the door closed with a quiet click, she released a sigh of relief as she heard the callings of “Ms. Seymour! ...Ms. Seymour…?” pass by the door and then get quieter as they walked away. She didn’t realize the office was in fact not empty until she turned around to see that she had quite obviously interrupted a meeting of some sort. “My apologies…I…well…I’m hiding to be quite honest. Let’s not call it hiding, actually. Avoiding. I’m avoiding. I didn’t think anyone was using this office….”'Way to go, Cassandra. You idiot.
“Ms. Seymour! Can you tell us anything further about the case? Which way do you think the jury is leaning at this point in time?” Cassandra was heckled by a young reporter immediately after leaving the courtroom, most likely new to the job and hanging around the courtrooms for literally anything they could write about and classify as ‘news’. Anything that came through the Ministry doors these days could be churned into something to slap on a newspaper page – it seemed like there was at least one reporter in every hallway at all times, just waiting to catch the right person or listen in on just the right conversation. Between the epidemic, the muggleborn registration, the lift of the muggleborn registration….there was a lot happening.
But this reporter, it seemed, did not accept her polite smile and dismissive wave as an answer. She quickened her pace to try and drive the point home, or to lose them, whichever came first. She let the sound of her heels on the hard floor drown out the sound of anyone calling after her. Needing to find a spot to hide out for a bit, and possibly find a sweater, she slipped through an unlocked door into an office that she thought to be empty.
Pushing the door closed with a quiet click, she released a sigh of relief as she heard the callings of “Ms. Seymour! ...Ms. Seymour…?” pass by the door and then get quieter as they walked away. She didn’t realize the office was in fact not empty until she turned around to see that she had quite obviously interrupted a meeting of some sort. “My apologies…I…well…I’m hiding to be quite honest. Let’s not call it hiding, actually. Avoiding. I’m avoiding. I didn’t think anyone was using this office….”'Way to go, Cassandra. You idiot.