RP: Just another Sunday
Date: 19 May 1999
Characters: Gawain Robards
Location: Ministry of Magic
Status: Private
Summary: Gawain is working.
Completion: Complete
It was always going to be quiet today; it was a Sunday, but today it was quieter than usual. a lot of people were having days off, spending time with their family, or else thinking about the way things could have been. Gawain had places to go later; he'd go to where Jacqueline lay, at least...where her headstone lay, and to where Rufus Scrimgeour's name had been inscibed, again without a body. He would go and lay flowers. But later. For now he had work to do, a department to run, people who depended on him.
But it was very quiet today.
Gawain left his desk, going for a turn around the department to stretch his legs. This was where Rufus had accosted him that first day, shaken his shoulders very hard and said 'You're going to be Head of the Auror Department, Guy." For a moment, Gawain had thought that he was leaving, but then it all seemed to catch up with him, Rufus' meetings, the flustered Fudge, and he'd grinned and clapped his hand on his friend's shoulder.
It had seemed like so long ago. So many mistakes and tragedies had followed that moment. Rufus had died, but he was still here. Gawain Robards, living the curse of the constant survivor. But curse or not, he had lived into this time of peace, and while there was still much to do, these were better times. It was hard not to appreciate that.
Characters: Gawain Robards
Location: Ministry of Magic
Status: Private
Summary: Gawain is working.
Completion: Complete
It was always going to be quiet today; it was a Sunday, but today it was quieter than usual. a lot of people were having days off, spending time with their family, or else thinking about the way things could have been. Gawain had places to go later; he'd go to where Jacqueline lay, at least...where her headstone lay, and to where Rufus Scrimgeour's name had been inscibed, again without a body. He would go and lay flowers. But later. For now he had work to do, a department to run, people who depended on him.
But it was very quiet today.
Gawain left his desk, going for a turn around the department to stretch his legs. This was where Rufus had accosted him that first day, shaken his shoulders very hard and said 'You're going to be Head of the Auror Department, Guy." For a moment, Gawain had thought that he was leaving, but then it all seemed to catch up with him, Rufus' meetings, the flustered Fudge, and he'd grinned and clapped his hand on his friend's shoulder.
It had seemed like so long ago. So many mistakes and tragedies had followed that moment. Rufus had died, but he was still here. Gawain Robards, living the curse of the constant survivor. But curse or not, he had lived into this time of peace, and while there was still much to do, these were better times. It was hard not to appreciate that.