𝐒𝐔𝐒𝐀𝐍 / 𝖇𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘 !

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“it would be a pretty fucked up thing to get used to it.” there was no tact in her tone. at the end of the day, her experience with death and murder and bloodshed was always from a distance. it was the information that she found out about her father and the horrible things he’d done. it was the job she had decided to pursue. it was the war she heard about growing up, and the one that followed that heard about when she came back to the magical world.  for her it was not a personal thing, more a history and a what-if than an reality. 

“oh,” marietta only half-startles at the familiar voice, turning from where she is reshelving books with a mild jump that settles when she notices it’s susan. hand cards through her hair, pushing the fair strands away from her face, and she feels her brow furrowing at the look in the other woman’s eyes. “this part…technically isn’t my job. i manage the books, but - someone called in, so i…” voice trails off and she shakes the book in her hand a little bit as if to illustrate what she’s doing. “what’s - of course. is something wrong?” there is something ODD in the air, lately. something tense that runs along the shoulders of certain people around marietta’s age. something is WRONG, and the fact susan bones is standing here with watery eyes and a voice that only just doesn’t shake is evidence enough of that.

“it’s hard not to,” pansy says, loftily, “when i’m so used to being right all the time. if you knew what that was like, you might relate.” let it be on record that pansy actually did consider susan to be both intelligent and, since it came with the territory, probably right very often. after all, of the two of them, susan was the only one who had been the aide to not one, but two ministers of magic - specifics of how that had come to be nonwithstanding. she just wasn’t the sort of person to admit that, aloud. “well, consider yourself lucky. a world according to me sounds like it’d be awfully tiring, and i’m far too pretty for that.” 

hannah was tired. NOT the type of tired that you can sleep off, one nap and you’re fine. but the type of tired where your limbs feel like they are going to fall off, where even moving to the other side of the couch to get a snack or change television channels seems to cause the end of times.

hannah had been this tired all day, though she somehow barely managed a day at St. Mungo’s. some forsaken belief that she needed to be on all the time ready for anything. but once she got home, and made her way to the calm solace of a warm couch with even warmer pastries. she was already to get wasted, gain twenty pounds, and sleep in early.

except a knock came from the door. hannah waited, sure they were at the wrong place. then another knock came. and another. after a multitude of bangs on her modest apartment door, hannah began the trek across her space. she snapped a look to her ovens clock, a groggy damn it escaping her mouth.

“. coming. “. she screamed in response to another knock. once hannah had made her way over, she threw her door open. “. what are you doing here today? i thought it was tomorrow.”

“ i thought we planned on today ? “ susan asked, head quirked to one side and frowning ever so slightly. she shifted nervously where she stood, lightly jostling the several bags she carried. two were totes, one held various ingredients from the local market for dinner, another was a few bottles of her nicer wines. the last was her purse, as usual bursting with things that didn’t really need to be in there.

she thought on it for a moment, running the current date through mind before she settled. this had to be the day that her and hannah planned to have a nice dinner together. it had to be, right ? SUSAN WAS USUALLY SO GOOD WITH THESE THINGS. she prided herself on her ability to properly manage her time. but with the events of late, she was suddenly unsure if this was right at all. she had been a bit on ends lately.

“ i’m ━ i’m sure we could raincheck, “ she murmured after another moment, trying to hide any disappointment that was suddenly coming to face. susan was looking rather forward to seeing hannah again. they both held such busy, time-consuming jobs and it had been hard lately to get much of the hufflepuff gang under one roof. even now, they were without ernie or justin. it was an awful shame, too.

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