Post by Amara Malfoy on Oct 6, 2011 19:44:03 GMT -5
Today had been a normal day. Just like any other for the brunette woman of nearly twenty-seven, it had begun at five AM. Getting up, she had turned off her muggle alarm clock, and headed to take a shower. Once in the bathroom, she had to stop herself from looking in the mirror. She knew her lean, masculine face would be the same as ever, a slight bit of sleep still clouding her sharp grey eyes, and her short dark hair still messed from sleep. At that moment in time, none would have suspected that this woman, dressed in the boxers and t-shirt she slept in, and looking for all the world like a normal person, was one of Britain's most important witches. She was the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and yet she was still looking over her shoulder for the countenance of a man long dead.
Though she already had the water of the shower on to heat, a chill ran down her spine at the thought. Of course, being who she was, and the relationship she had shared with this man, the shiver wasn't 100% unpleasant. She shook her head sharply; thoughts like that had landed her in therapy in the first place, and she wasn't going to let them ruin her life again now. As soon as the water was warm, she divested herself of her pajamas, forced herself not to inspect her body for scars and bruises that could have been seen, and got into the shower. She worked quickly and methodically, finishing within less than fifteen minutes. Getting out, she quickly dried herself and then cast a quick drying/neatening charm on her hair. As on most days, she couldn't be bothered to battle her hair without magic; if she tried, it would have just ended up sticking out at random angles and looking much as if she had been electrocuted.
As per usual, after dropping her clothing int the hamper, the first thing that the brunette woman put on was the pendent her father (she assumed0 had given her. At the remembrance, she again had to stop herself from looking for visible bruises or scars. Now was not the time; she had a mountain of work to do, and she needed to be in the office at least before six. The leather cord of the necklace was just long enough to have the stylized, interlocked silver "AM" resting between her breasts, which she then proceeded to bind flat. Though she wasn't much endowed to begin with, she just felt more comfortable this way. A clean pair of boxers followed, along with a sleeveless white, t-shirt-like top. Selecting charcoal trousers, she slipped them on, but didn't fasten them closed until she had tucked in both her undershirt and wine-colored dress shirt.
A tie of Slytherin silver went about her neck, followed by her donning a black vest, socks, and a pair of dress shoes. With another quick flick of her wand, her hair fixed itself once more, with her bangs coming to rest over her right eye. She hadn't been able to see out of that eye since she was sixteen, so it didn't bother her in the slightest. Though she could only see out of her felt eye, her other sense had improved to compensate. Thusly, she was still one of the best aurors in the field, even if she was more of a lawyer than a fighter. With her feet knowing her way through her still-dark apartment better than her mind did right now, she made her way into the kitchen. As she put a pot of coffee to brew, she also stuck two slices of toast into the toaster. Noting the faint tapping at the window, she moved to retrieve her morning paper from the owl and pay it.
Setting the paper on her small, but adequate, kitchen table, the grey-eyed woman got her toast from the toaster, placed it on a plate, and spread peanut butter over one side of each. Placing the knife she had used in the sink to be washed with the place before she left, the tall, pale-skinned woman retrieved the now-ready pot of coffee. Pouring it into a mug and then adding a bit of sugar - she always drank her coffee black - she placed a warming charm upon the coffee pot, and placed it on the counter. It would keep warm until she placed it in a thermos later to take with her. Settling herself at the table, mug in hand, she sipped at her coffee while she scanned the front page. The usual things, it seemed; if anything worthy of any real note had happened, she would have been contacted long before the story could have gone to print.
As she read the paper – some articles with mirth, and some with disgust – she worked her way through her toast and coffee. As soon as she was finished with her breakfast, she placed the plate and mug into the sink, quickly washing them. This done, she threw away the rest of the paper, and the grabbed a thermos from one of her cupboards. Mixing just enough sugar into the rest of the coffee, the brunette poured it into the thermos. Washing the coffee pot as well, she placed it back into its correct place. Leaving the thermos on the counter for a moment, she grabbed the jacket which matched her trousers and slipped it on. As the trousers were, the jacket was slightly fitted. Retrieving her thermos, she grabbed the keys of her apartment and then left. Locking the door behind herself, she covertly checked the wards she had placed around her apartment, and then, turning on her heel, she apparated away.
Arriving near the telephone booth, she followed the small trickle of early-morning Ministry workers to the “normal” entrance. Once in the Atrium, she headed for the elevators; she was on her level two within moments. It didn’t take long to arrive at the Auror Offices, nor to come to her own office at the end of the room. She offered minimal, yet civil greetings to the few wizards and witches already there. Unlocking her office, the tall woman slipped inside and placed her thermos on her desk. Closing the door behind herself, and muffling the sounds of the awakening offices at large, the grey-eyed female settled at her desk. She had a good deal of reports to go through, and cases to assign as they came in.
All things considered, and as noted, it had been a normal day – until she had come across an old file on her desk. One that she was quite sure she had sealed as classified as soon as she had been placed Head of the Department three years ago. That made her wonder, what was it doing on her desk? She re-read over the information contained within, and something caught her eye. Something she had over-looked before. Closing the file and placing it back into its correct place in the filing cabinet, she began her cross-references. First, she read over the file of a woman by the name of Mary Smith; after she had gotten the information she needed, she replaced the file. So, it seemed she had a second cousin, and said cousin was Regulus’ daughter, no less. Well, nothing to be done concerning it now; removing the unneeded thoughts from her mind, she got back to work.
Some hours later, she was roused from her work by a knock at the door of her office. “Come in.” She spoke shortly, and rather coldly. Those who worked under her knew she disliked being disturbed unless it was important. The person invading her office had better have a damn good reason, or they would find out just why she had been called Slytherin’s “Ice Prince” during her school years.
Though she already had the water of the shower on to heat, a chill ran down her spine at the thought. Of course, being who she was, and the relationship she had shared with this man, the shiver wasn't 100% unpleasant. She shook her head sharply; thoughts like that had landed her in therapy in the first place, and she wasn't going to let them ruin her life again now. As soon as the water was warm, she divested herself of her pajamas, forced herself not to inspect her body for scars and bruises that could have been seen, and got into the shower. She worked quickly and methodically, finishing within less than fifteen minutes. Getting out, she quickly dried herself and then cast a quick drying/neatening charm on her hair. As on most days, she couldn't be bothered to battle her hair without magic; if she tried, it would have just ended up sticking out at random angles and looking much as if she had been electrocuted.
As per usual, after dropping her clothing int the hamper, the first thing that the brunette woman put on was the pendent her father (she assumed0 had given her. At the remembrance, she again had to stop herself from looking for visible bruises or scars. Now was not the time; she had a mountain of work to do, and she needed to be in the office at least before six. The leather cord of the necklace was just long enough to have the stylized, interlocked silver "AM" resting between her breasts, which she then proceeded to bind flat. Though she wasn't much endowed to begin with, she just felt more comfortable this way. A clean pair of boxers followed, along with a sleeveless white, t-shirt-like top. Selecting charcoal trousers, she slipped them on, but didn't fasten them closed until she had tucked in both her undershirt and wine-colored dress shirt.
A tie of Slytherin silver went about her neck, followed by her donning a black vest, socks, and a pair of dress shoes. With another quick flick of her wand, her hair fixed itself once more, with her bangs coming to rest over her right eye. She hadn't been able to see out of that eye since she was sixteen, so it didn't bother her in the slightest. Though she could only see out of her felt eye, her other sense had improved to compensate. Thusly, she was still one of the best aurors in the field, even if she was more of a lawyer than a fighter. With her feet knowing her way through her still-dark apartment better than her mind did right now, she made her way into the kitchen. As she put a pot of coffee to brew, she also stuck two slices of toast into the toaster. Noting the faint tapping at the window, she moved to retrieve her morning paper from the owl and pay it.
Setting the paper on her small, but adequate, kitchen table, the grey-eyed woman got her toast from the toaster, placed it on a plate, and spread peanut butter over one side of each. Placing the knife she had used in the sink to be washed with the place before she left, the tall, pale-skinned woman retrieved the now-ready pot of coffee. Pouring it into a mug and then adding a bit of sugar - she always drank her coffee black - she placed a warming charm upon the coffee pot, and placed it on the counter. It would keep warm until she placed it in a thermos later to take with her. Settling herself at the table, mug in hand, she sipped at her coffee while she scanned the front page. The usual things, it seemed; if anything worthy of any real note had happened, she would have been contacted long before the story could have gone to print.
As she read the paper – some articles with mirth, and some with disgust – she worked her way through her toast and coffee. As soon as she was finished with her breakfast, she placed the plate and mug into the sink, quickly washing them. This done, she threw away the rest of the paper, and the grabbed a thermos from one of her cupboards. Mixing just enough sugar into the rest of the coffee, the brunette poured it into the thermos. Washing the coffee pot as well, she placed it back into its correct place. Leaving the thermos on the counter for a moment, she grabbed the jacket which matched her trousers and slipped it on. As the trousers were, the jacket was slightly fitted. Retrieving her thermos, she grabbed the keys of her apartment and then left. Locking the door behind herself, she covertly checked the wards she had placed around her apartment, and then, turning on her heel, she apparated away.
Arriving near the telephone booth, she followed the small trickle of early-morning Ministry workers to the “normal” entrance. Once in the Atrium, she headed for the elevators; she was on her level two within moments. It didn’t take long to arrive at the Auror Offices, nor to come to her own office at the end of the room. She offered minimal, yet civil greetings to the few wizards and witches already there. Unlocking her office, the tall woman slipped inside and placed her thermos on her desk. Closing the door behind herself, and muffling the sounds of the awakening offices at large, the grey-eyed female settled at her desk. She had a good deal of reports to go through, and cases to assign as they came in.
All things considered, and as noted, it had been a normal day – until she had come across an old file on her desk. One that she was quite sure she had sealed as classified as soon as she had been placed Head of the Department three years ago. That made her wonder, what was it doing on her desk? She re-read over the information contained within, and something caught her eye. Something she had over-looked before. Closing the file and placing it back into its correct place in the filing cabinet, she began her cross-references. First, she read over the file of a woman by the name of Mary Smith; after she had gotten the information she needed, she replaced the file. So, it seemed she had a second cousin, and said cousin was Regulus’ daughter, no less. Well, nothing to be done concerning it now; removing the unneeded thoughts from her mind, she got back to work.
Some hours later, she was roused from her work by a knock at the door of her office. “Come in.” She spoke shortly, and rather coldly. Those who worked under her knew she disliked being disturbed unless it was important. The person invading her office had better have a damn good reason, or they would find out just why she had been called Slytherin’s “Ice Prince” during her school years.
