We've been educated.

We got liberated.

Outfit @andi

It had been a few months since she had taken the job as the Minister’s Junior Assistant position and had been working on her book. It was the little things that she had to do when she was off really, she went out and had drinks with her ‘aunt’ Teuila sometimes but that was about it. She had dinner with Link a few times but they had both been busy, it was that time of year where his free time was probably lacking and she knew that she would most likely not be a priority. It didn’t really bother her all that much, mainly because she had her book to finish, she had work to do and she was worried about her mother. It seemed that all that she did was work, and she never made time for herslef. It wasn’t right. And she could say that because she worked with her mother and she saw how she was, she knew the things that her mother did.



The Minister was no slave driver and she encouraged them all to have lives and enjoy their freetime, but it was so hard to find the time really. She didn’t just take care of the Minister’s needs, she took care of the Minister. She did what ever was required of her, and it was a nice job. No one was perfect and she often didn’t get thngs right. But Izzy gave it her all. That was all that Andromeda Lestrange seemed to ask for. They weren’t perfect but they did their best. It was all that Izzy wanted to do, give it her best. She wanted to make the inister happy and her mother proud but she had a lot of other jobs that kept her late at night too.



She had had lunch with her publisher and signed the last bit of the paperwork that she needed to and had bought the Minister some lunch before heading back into the office. She put her bag down and walked to the Minister’s office and knocked on the door. ”Ma’am?” She said with a small smile. ”I thought that you might be hungry, so I brought you a salad. “

And had complicating matters with men.
Oh, we've said "I do"
And we've signed "I don't"
And we've sworn we'd never do that again.

Andromeda's Outfit

Taking on the Ministry was something that she knew that her husband didn't understand, but she didn't think that she could have explained to him. She couldn't really explain it to anyone. She had tried. She had tried to explain what it was that she was going through, but even now it sounded foolish. Even now she knew that she was met with the problem of not wanting to blame the dead but having no one else to really find at fault. So, she found the fault within herself. She knew that it wasn't okay. She didn't know how many times she had to hear that, but she was trying. Andromeda had made a decision that she had run past Rodolphus, and now she was going to make good on that decision, and she didn't think that he cared all that much what she decided to do with the boys. They were her children until they were big enough to be more interesting to him. He would hold them, if she handed them to him, put one of them down on his lap when she was getting something. But she knew that that was the extent of his hands-on parenting until they were big enough to learn something. Until they were big enough to be useful.

She wasn't taking them away from Davina, she was doing a wonderful job with them, but Andromeda thought that perhaps the boys being at home all day would be better. She thought that Davina could use the break as well, and it was something that she thought that they could all use really. She needed to have more time to dedicate to Ava, and Andromeda wanted the boys at home. She didn't need the extra stop all the way to Ireland twice a day. She thought that if anything this would give her more time with them, and she could have them raised the way that she wanted them raised. They were special. More special than she had ever imagined that they would be, but she knew that there were only a handful of people on this planet that she would jump in front of a curse for, and those two boys topped her list. They were her babies. She was their mother, and that meant more to her than just about anything else in the world. She wanted them in the castle, she wanted them safe, and she wanted someone that she knew was devoted entirely to the two of them.

Finding a nanny wasn't going to be the easiest thing in the world, she knew who they were. She knew that she was the Minister for Magic, she knew that Rodolphus was Rodolphus. They were not exactly the most docile couple in the world to sign up to work for, but she had to think that they could find someone that would be up for the challenge that was sure to be her sons as soon as they became more mobile. Arcturus was already pulling himself up on the edge of the furniture and crawling all over the place if she left him along for too long. Roarke wasn't far behind his brother either. What one could do the other had to match. She knew that they were big enough that they had begun to feed themselves small things, like cereal, and she had given Arcturus an ice cube last night, just to see what he did with it. The best thing about them was how similar they were, they both wanted her, until they didn't. When they wanted Rodolphus it was harder, but she thought that if their father happened to be sitting down, it was easy enough to set one of them in his lap, and hand him some cereal, and watch what happened.

Most of the time it was easier to just have them both on top of her. She knew that they had tried the co-sleeping thing once, and she had made him promise her that he would tell her no if she ever brought it up again. But she had to admit that last month, she was grateful that he had broken that promise. When he had found her sleeping with them on top of her, he hadn't said a word about it. She had needed that, and she thought that the boys had known that mummy was upset. They had been clingy since then, and she couldn't say that she minded. Neither one of them were particularly good with strangers, and Andromeda much preferred to keep them close to her if there was someone that they didn't know around. It was like having two extensions of herself that she had to keep track of. Walking around with your heart already split in two, on the outside of your body. But she needed to stop worrying about them, they were safe, and start worrying about this report from the Commerce Department. Andromeda looked up when she heard her assistant enter the room. "Thank you." She motioned to the area next to the pomegranate bowl on her desk. "Do you know anything about this report from Commerce about the trade embargo between some of the African countries? Or really, better yet, why it's on my desk?" She had no idea what she was supposed to be doing about it, if anything, and if she was, she didn't know why Rowle and the people from Commerce hadn't met and brought her a plan of action.