She knocked softly on the Minister's office door, glaring at the secretary who dared tell her that Madame Minister was busy.

Tracey knew the Minister was busy, but that didn't mean she wouldn't be missing her bag.
( is poison to thy stomach. )

Simone watched Maria and Tracey settle into their seats in front of her at the Blue Owl. They had a shared smile on their faces and she smiled in return. She had noticed they had spent a lot of time together at the Census party that previous Saturday, and she was glad it seemed Tracey was getting back into the swing of things. She hadn't heard a ( Read more... )

Lunch was the one time of day she had to herself, relatively speaking.

Maria had her table, her cup of tea, her bowl of soup and plate of salad, without fail, Monday through Friday at the Blue Owl. There were no files, no pieces of parchment, or inane secretaries who couldn't keep their informed mouths shut ( Read more... )

It was going well, Maria thought, this little business meeting with Tracey Goyle and Simone Capper. She had made a good choice in bringing these young women into her influence. Even though she liked them both, she had yet to see either at their full potential, and she hoped that this newest implementation of her machinations would give her further ( Read more... )

[This was supposed to be posted this morning, but I was at work, so... sorry. :* ]

Maria signed the last bit of parchment, waved her hand at her secretary to dismiss her, and suppressed a sigh. It irritated her that she had to sign things in triplicate, even if each signature gave her the satisfaction that she was in control of this part of the ( Read more... )

Narcissa knew it was time. She had been putting this off long enough and the time had come for her to join with her friend and do what she should have a long time ago. There were reasons for her lateness, and she hoped to address those today.

She made her way through the Ministry with purpose, ignoring the stares and not stopping her stride for ( Read more... )

Maria had been considering the problem of Alastor Moody for some time.  Since he had come out of retirement.  Again.  She knew the crafty old bastard would become a problem, she had just not figured out a solution.

She still didn't know what she was going to do about him.  Forced retirement wouldn't work, he would just come back like a bad fungus.  ( Read more... )

Sent the previous day

Mr. Savage,

If you do find yourself with aught else tomorrow evening, please do consider escorting myself to the gala the Census Department is hosting.

Should you find yourself agreeable to such, I’ll be leaving White Chapel promptly at eight o’clock. If I do not see you before, I wish you a lovely evening.

Gwen

( ...impels us through all its mazes and meanderings, but leads none of us by the same route )

He apparated to the park, and saw a woman standing on the shores of Lough Leane. She'd changed quite a bit since he'd seen her last, but that was to be expected. It had been nearly twenty years, after all.

( But What You Can Do For The Liberi. )

Maria smiled pleasantly when her ancient house elf showed Cormac into her sitting room. This was the first time the boy had ever visited her home. Most of their business was done either in the office or at the Blue Owl. But some things needed to be taken care of in private.

( Is a pleasure )