Future AU -- Naia and Nico, Order Recruitment
Naia Bergren, who had only returned from the States a month ago, had regained full use of her British accent but still occassionally used American Muggle words that confounded her coworkers in a similar effect to the charm. This was the end of the first full, stressful week as her starting job as an administrate assistant to the Minister of Magical Transportation. It was a pretty low job as it went, but it was her foot in the door to much more illustrious positions in the Ministry.
She hoped. There was still a war going on, still a prejudice against half-bloods, still death eaters at all levels. For this reason, she needed a drink. It wasn't the stress of her job, it was the stress of her reality. She sat on a stool, leaning on the bar, still wearing her business robes. Her bag was in a rumpled pile at her feet, and she hunched over her drink, staring into its depths as if it would reveal a memory, something to clarify her position in the world.
Wasn't being a student supposed to have cleared up all of her existential crises?
She hoped. There was still a war going on, still a prejudice against half-bloods, still death eaters at all levels. For this reason, she needed a drink. It wasn't the stress of her job, it was the stress of her reality. She sat on a stool, leaning on the bar, still wearing her business robes. Her bag was in a rumpled pile at her feet, and she hunched over her drink, staring into its depths as if it would reveal a memory, something to clarify her position in the world.
Wasn't being a student supposed to have cleared up all of her existential crises?