Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2018 17:20:48 GMT -5
I only want a girl who ain't afraid to love me
Not a metaphor but we really could be
Oh, I ain't putting on a show
Not a metaphor but we really could be
Oh, I ain't putting on a show
It was high time that Nora got her head on straight, she had decided. It was very unlike her to allow anything to seize control of her, wether it was sorrow or anger or fear. She had always known what she wanted, done what was necessary, and demanded respect while she was at it. That was why she was where she was in this moment. Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, head of one of the major departments in the Ministry, and in charge of a union of powerful families that was big enough to have political leverage in a government that needed support from as many families as it could get. Nora knew how to wield her power, she had always fought for it, and having gained it she would not allow it to take over her life. She would not allow her job to take any more time away from home, she would not allow her reputation to take her father from her, and she would not allow her family's duties to alter her temperament. She was done with that, well and done. It had been a sudden clarity that she'd gained, sitting in her office after lunch, drinking her thirteenth cup of coffee of the day. She wasn't just tired and exhausted; she was sick of everything. Eleanor was not a slave to her position, she was not a slave to anything.
Without further ado, she had left the office, told Monroe she was done for the week and to put everything else on the waiting list. Roma and her children were overdue for attention. She had decided, however, to leave the children to the weekend. No doubt Roma would want to invite her Avery niece and nephew to spend some time with their new family. Tonight was just about her partner, she had sent a note ahead to the casino to reserve one of the private rooms in the top floor. One with the warmed balconies and a private setting. She had sent word for Roma to find her there, because of course Roma had a lot of work to do at the Prophet and with the Minister. Just because Nora had decided to take the evening and afternoon off didn't mean that she was obliged to. She'd sent the invitation with flowers, but the bouquet had been made by Nora herself, from the flowers of her greenhouses. A lovely, elegant thing, with flowers far more exotic than boring old roses. The afternoon had been spent with her father, helping him in whatever mad project he had decided he wanted now. She'd had to dissuade him from becoming a snatcher, telling him that Jules had quit that already and it could indeed no become a grandson-grandfather bonding activity. He could do that with Ivan, if he so wished. For the rest, it had been a blood ritual of some sort to create a golem. Of course, her father's mind was failing and he got the runes wrong, which meant it all failed. It was entertaining, though, even if the blood had taken ages to get out from under her nails.
She'd gone to the casino. She'd won several rounds of poker -the benefits of living in Knocturn Alley with her many make cousins for so many years- and then promptly returned to the room she had reserved for Roma and her. Cocktail in hand -something emerald green, she recalled it was mint absinthe, delightful- she had made her way back, only to find Roma already seated. Blinking, she smiled warmly. "Darling! I thought you would be delayed longer, an hour more at the very least." Walking forwards, she laid down the drink on the table and kissed her wife warmly on the lips. "Forgive me if I started drinking ahead of you. Friday nights are something I have missed so very dreadfully." Then she, the far shorter of the two, sank down to sit on Roma's lap instead of her own seat. Merlin and Morgana, how she had missed such intimacy. Plus, it was all private, nobody to hide from or show decorum for. "How was your day?"
Without further ado, she had left the office, told Monroe she was done for the week and to put everything else on the waiting list. Roma and her children were overdue for attention. She had decided, however, to leave the children to the weekend. No doubt Roma would want to invite her Avery niece and nephew to spend some time with their new family. Tonight was just about her partner, she had sent a note ahead to the casino to reserve one of the private rooms in the top floor. One with the warmed balconies and a private setting. She had sent word for Roma to find her there, because of course Roma had a lot of work to do at the Prophet and with the Minister. Just because Nora had decided to take the evening and afternoon off didn't mean that she was obliged to. She'd sent the invitation with flowers, but the bouquet had been made by Nora herself, from the flowers of her greenhouses. A lovely, elegant thing, with flowers far more exotic than boring old roses. The afternoon had been spent with her father, helping him in whatever mad project he had decided he wanted now. She'd had to dissuade him from becoming a snatcher, telling him that Jules had quit that already and it could indeed no become a grandson-grandfather bonding activity. He could do that with Ivan, if he so wished. For the rest, it had been a blood ritual of some sort to create a golem. Of course, her father's mind was failing and he got the runes wrong, which meant it all failed. It was entertaining, though, even if the blood had taken ages to get out from under her nails.
She'd gone to the casino. She'd won several rounds of poker -the benefits of living in Knocturn Alley with her many make cousins for so many years- and then promptly returned to the room she had reserved for Roma and her. Cocktail in hand -something emerald green, she recalled it was mint absinthe, delightful- she had made her way back, only to find Roma already seated. Blinking, she smiled warmly. "Darling! I thought you would be delayed longer, an hour more at the very least." Walking forwards, she laid down the drink on the table and kissed her wife warmly on the lips. "Forgive me if I started drinking ahead of you. Friday nights are something I have missed so very dreadfully." Then she, the far shorter of the two, sank down to sit on Roma's lap instead of her own seat. Merlin and Morgana, how she had missed such intimacy. Plus, it was all private, nobody to hide from or show decorum for. "How was your day?"