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Oliver,
I know I said I would be home for dinner tonight, but I just can't seem to leave the office.
As I wrote that, mum told me Im needed in the Muggle Department becuse apparently some nutter Apparated into the middle of a stage during a one act play at a theatre in Muggle-England. Now the entire Ministry is going bizzerk because the prime minister of Muggle-England cannont convince the Muggles that the man was a very talented magician.
Maybe I should quit.
Im sorry. I know his is just about the last draw for you, love. First actually forgetting my own bloody birthday even after I mentioned it a week before. Then not makeing our 1 year anniversary dinner. Then haveing to leave the most important Puddlemere match of the season because somehow a Muggle fireplace got connected to the Floo Network. And now this. I promised you I wouldn't let anything stop me from getting home and Im completely and utterly breaking my promise.
I spoke to mum about all of this rubbish and she said that her and dad had some rough times too when she first started in the department, but it only took a couple years before she was able to run her own post.
A couple of years? I don't have a couple of years, do I? I only had this one chance and I blew it. Or maybe I should just go up to mum and tell her I'm leaving because my relationship is in a fritz and I havent had an actual day off in months. She'd hex me into the next century if I did that. "I'm their best girl. They need me on call 24/7. I need to be passionate about this job. The ministry depends on me."
Oh bloody-fucking-hell. Please forgive me, love! I love you too much to lose you over my job.
I need you. Please.
Love,
Mari
I know I said I would be home for dinner tonight, but I just can't seem to leave the office.
As I wrote that, mum told me Im needed in the Muggle Department becuse apparently some nutter Apparated into the middle of a stage during a one act play at a theatre in Muggle-England. Now the entire Ministry is going bizzerk because the prime minister of Muggle-England cannont convince the Muggles that the man was a very talented magician.
Maybe I should quit.
Im sorry. I know his is just about the last draw for you, love. First actually forgetting my own bloody birthday even after I mentioned it a week before. Then not makeing our 1 year anniversary dinner. Then haveing to leave the most important Puddlemere match of the season because somehow a Muggle fireplace got connected to the Floo Network. And now this. I promised you I wouldn't let anything stop me from getting home and Im completely and utterly breaking my promise.
I spoke to mum about all of this rubbish and she said that her and dad had some rough times too when she first started in the department, but it only took a couple years before she was able to run her own post.
A couple of years? I don't have a couple of years, do I? I only had this one chance and I blew it. Or maybe I should just go up to mum and tell her I'm leaving because my relationship is in a fritz and I havent had an actual day off in months. She'd hex me into the next century if I did that. "I'm their best girl. They need me on call 24/7. I need to be passionate about this job. The ministry depends on me."
Oh bloody-fucking-hell. Please forgive me, love! I love you too much to lose you over my job.
I need you. Please.
Love,
Mari