Post by Amara Malfoy on Oct 18, 2011 23:31:25 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 a letter from a few days ago on her desk. Curious, and wondering why it made her think of the fact that she may just have forgotten something, the dark-haired woman picked up the already-opened and already-red letter. Frowning, she read it again, and then cursed in Latin. (Her parents may have hated her, but it was still pureblood tradition to teach children Latin). With a glace at her watch - a plain one or black leather - she cursed again, though still in Latin. It seemed she had only about fifteen minutes to get to Eloise's office, otherwise she would be late. And, really, Malfoy's were always punctual; she'd had that, among other things, literally beaten into her all of her life. ...Which, in retrospect, might just be why she had been seeing Eloise for a decade now...
Removing the unneeded thoughts from her mind, Amara stood from her desk, and quickly left her office; however, she did deal with a memo for those whom had arrived in the hours since she herself had gotten there. It wouldn't do to have anyone invading her office while she was gone, not at all... But, if they knew she wasn't there, they would be wary enough of her wrath should she return to find even one[/] thing out of place to stay out. She may have been completely blind in one eye, but that didn't mean she wouldn't know if her office had been tampered with.
Exiting the Ministry in much the same way as she had entered it, the tall woman apparated as soon as she was far enough away from prying Muggle eyes. Arriving on the step of the Leaky Cauldron, she headed in. She nodded in passing to Tom, the barkeep, but made a point to not acknowledge anyone else. Her stride powerful and purposeful, she was soon on the High Street of Diagon Alley. Less than ten minutes later, the extremely masculine grey-eyed woman arrived at her psychiatrist's office. After a quick check of her watch confirmed that she was right on time - her sense of Malfoy pride preened a bit at that - she knocked firmly once on the door to let Eloise know that she was there.
The fact that she had over the years grown to feel for Eloise as more than a friend was removed from her mind before it could even properly form into a thought.
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 a letter from a few days ago on her desk. Curious, and wondering why it made her think of the fact that she may just have forgotten something, the dark-haired woman picked up the already-opened and already-red letter. Frowning, she read it again, and then cursed in Latin. (Her parents may have hated her, but it was still pureblood tradition to teach children Latin). With a glace at her watch - a plain one or black leather - she cursed again, though still in Latin. It seemed she had only about fifteen minutes to get to Eloise's office, otherwise she would be late. And, really, Malfoy's were always punctual; she'd had that, among other things, literally beaten into her all of her life. ...Which, in retrospect, might just be why she had been seeing Eloise for a decade now...
Removing the unneeded thoughts from her mind, Amara stood from her desk, and quickly left her office; however, she did deal with a memo for those whom had arrived in the hours since she herself had gotten there. It wouldn't do to have anyone invading her office while she was gone, not at all... But, if they knew she wasn't there, they would be wary enough of her wrath should she return to find even one[/] thing out of place to stay out. She may have been completely blind in one eye, but that didn't mean she wouldn't know if her office had been tampered with.
Exiting the Ministry in much the same way as she had entered it, the tall woman apparated as soon as she was far enough away from prying Muggle eyes. Arriving on the step of the Leaky Cauldron, she headed in. She nodded in passing to Tom, the barkeep, but made a point to not acknowledge anyone else. Her stride powerful and purposeful, she was soon on the High Street of Diagon Alley. Less than ten minutes later, the extremely masculine grey-eyed woman arrived at her psychiatrist's office. After a quick check of her watch confirmed that she was right on time - her sense of Malfoy pride preened a bit at that - she knocked firmly once on the door to let Eloise know that she was there.
The fact that she had over the years grown to feel for Eloise as more than a friend was removed from her mind before it could even properly form into a thought.
