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deirdre_ivy in fiery_inception

The hard edges of the world soften

Jun 05, 2006 18:40

Date: Monday, June the fifth
Time: 1:30 p.m.
Character(s) Involved: Deirdre Burke and N. Tonks
Location: Office of D. Burke, Ministry of Magic
Complete or Incomplete: Incomplete
Rating: PG-13 (estimate--all depends on what Tonks needs to get off her chest)

( A day at the office )

status: complete, status: invitation only, character: nymphadora tonks, location: ministry of magc, character: deirdre burke

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nymphadorauror June 6 2006, 04:40:42 UTC

This was not a great way to start the workweek, least not to Tonks. On Monday’s Tonks was usually late, later than her normal walk in at eight. Monday’s were usually tedious and grueling because they followed after the weekend, and Tonks always had trouble readjusting sleeping patterns and habits back into scheduled timing. This day also meant the beginning of tiring paperwork, bosses, and reports to which was never fun to look forward to. Doing it for so long, the boring process of ‘working’, helped Tonks tolerate Monday’s in general, if they kept within the routine expected of them. Today was way beyond the normal routine. Today was beyond any routine, and it was nerve wracking ( ... )

deirdre_ivy June 6 2006, 05:01:25 UTC

There was a moment before Deirdre flicked her eyes upward to meet the young woman half in and half out of her office door. If this woman could afford to be a little late (albeit only by half a minute), she could afford to finish her own signature ( ... )

nymphadorauror June 6 2006, 05:37:57 UTC

“Hi. Thanks.” Tonks twisted her highly exposed nervous expression into an attempt to smile, as she opened the door fully and saw Ms. Burke approaching. She let go of the handle and shuffled her feet into the room with discreet reluctance, while her eyes glanced off to where Ms. Burke suggested. “Ah, alright.” Tonks replied as she spotted a couch that looked rather appeasing ( ... )

deirdre_ivy June 6 2006, 06:34:49 UTC

Tonks' internal observation that Deirdre was somewhat sunnier than she had been at the Order of Merlin 'festivities' was a perceptive one. Indeed, within the bounds of her role as a psychiatrist, Deirdre could be quite endearing ( ... )

nymphadorauror June 6 2006, 17:01:52 UTC

Tonks adjusted herself on the couch, for she had found herself sitting right where two cushions met, without paying much attention to comfort when she initially sat. She moved over more into the middle of the sofa, just as Ms. Burke charmed in some water.

“Oh, well… at the time he had mentioned it, I wasn’t considerate at all. Downright offended, really.” Tonks said as she reached for the other glass and then held it up toward Ms. Burke in a faint gesture, while speaking a ‘Thank you’, before indulging.

“Uh…I…oh..” Tonks stammered as she thought over the next couple of questions. Tonks was hesitant, more so because of all the possibilities of an answer, than being confronted with such an inquiry. But then the paranoia set in about this session, and made her smile nervously at Ms. Burke.

“I…well, he insinuated that I was working too much. As if! Everybody here is forced to pull in a lot of hours with all the new schedules and assignments.” Tonks then grimaced, worried that that might have been the wrong thing to say ( ... )

deirdre_ivy June 7 2006, 03:59:24 UTC

Burke removed her pale grey suit jacket and draped it over the back of the chair during the pause in Tonks' reply. The girl--twenty four, if she recalled the file correctly--seemed to be one of the many with unfavorable ideas about psychiatric counseling. Frustrating as it was to certain individuals, there was no getting around the fact that getting "help," as it was so unflatteringly termed, was seen as an admission of weakness, or worse, insanity ( ... )

nymphadorauror June 7 2006, 06:42:46 UTC

“Oh, right, right… I mean- yes, of course.” Tonks chimed in after the bit about honesty. Suppose it wouldn’t hurt- because of the confidentiality clause and all. Her eyes studied Ms. Burke a moment as she listened further about obligations and censoring. Yet when the next question was asked, Tonks slumped back against the cough again, (for she had sat up when Ms. Burke replied about right or wrong ways of things) and glanced down into her water- as if it held all the answers within its translucent molecules ( ... )

deirdre_ivy June 8 2006, 06:53:17 UTC

The girl seemed to be at least in touch with the source of her depression, if she was unsure why or how it was occurring. Her contrast between 'think' and 'feel' was a bit confusing for Deirdre, although it served to illustrate the inner conflict raging between Tonks' heart and mind ( ... )

nymphadorauror June 9 2006, 13:38:50 UTC

Tonks’ eyes shot up when Ms. Burke called Tonks by her first name. Instructing herself to blow off her seriously deranged pet peeve, Tonks grit her teeth and paid more attention to the rest of Ms. Burke’s words. Good thing she did this, for the next bit was a real shocker.

“What…. what brought it on? Oh gee…. I don’t….” She cut herself off, knowing full well she shouldn’t cop out. If doing this was going to attempt to fix Tonks- with whatever it’d be said was wrong with her- she might as well attempt to do her part. After all, how else would Ms. Burke be of service if she didn’t know the facts? But where to start?

“There are so many things.” Tonks said with a sigh. This wasn’t going to be easy- but was anything really easy? “And in different categories, but they are adding up. That’s what it feels like.

“I’ve lost hope, because so many things aren’t working out well at all. Love and death. And not in that order. Losing people in my life and the loss is so great.... it scares me to try and look into the future.”

Ok...so, we can ( ... )

deirdre_ivy June 17 2006, 20:40:17 UTC

Finally, the various threads of vague 'unconfessions' had begun to weave themselves into a cogent whole. Tonks had finally given sufficient context for Deirdre to begin filling in the blanks on the matter of what had really set all of this moving ( ... )

nymphadorauror June 18 2006, 04:18:23 UTC

Her fingers hurt. Her knuckles too, now that she thought about it ( ... )

deirdre_ivy June 29 2006, 03:07:43 UTC

If Deirdre was being honest with herself, brutally so, she would have admitted that she hardly expected this session to reveal anything of psychological weight or importance. Referrals from superiors usually indicated a problem between the two individuals on the job; a personality-clash turned to a potential grudge. An authority issue.

She would have to reassess her paradigm.

"Everything is relative. Do you really think you should beat yourself up merely because you were focusing on your personal troubles? In extraordinary circumstances such as this, it is common to ask yourself 'what if?'"

"However. This was not your fault. Your personal difficulties might seem selfish, but when taken out of the context of tragic circumstances, they are perfectly normal ( ... )

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