#deuspascitcorvos

Dearest Fabby,

They don't actually check these interdepartmental memos that we send, do they? I hope not or they'll know all too much about your last bout of the flu. Actually even I didn't want to hear about all of the gruesome details that you put into it.

You can keep your bodily parts and where they were threatening to come out of to yourself next time, Fabby... Though you caused half of it yourself from eating that cake you made... I don't think I'll be able to look at a sponge cake any time soon after your descriptions.

Now that I have successful turned myself away from wanting to eat my lunch, I should state to any nosy bugger who may be reading this that I'm writing this on my lunch break. Not that a cheese sandwich has ever been the most appealing lunch meal that one has ever thought of. Didn't have time this morning though as someone kept me up last night. Rambling on about Merlin knows what until the early hours of the morning. Thanks for that. Not.

That wasn't even the point of this lovely purple interdepartmental memo. The point of it was to tell you to:

1. Get back to work. Just because you had a late night doesn't mean you can slack off at work now. 2. Be at my house tonight at six. Don't ask questions just be there... And maybe bring a clean set of clothes with you. I'll explain when you're there. Just don't expect to stay clean. Alright? 3. Just because you're coming over it doesn't mean you won't be getting to sleep early. I'll make you do. 4. Bring me something better than a cheese sandwich. I'm still hungry despite thinking of you potentially throwing up your stomach. 5. I don't know why I'm writing in a list like this now. I just am. Shut up. 6. Stay safe. I don't tell you that enough. I mean it though. I don't want to have to go to St Mungo's to see you.

I best be seeing you soon. I still won't explain tonight. That can wait.

I'm still hungry.

The working week was coming to a close and the end was very much in sight. There had not been too much activity from any packs as of late, so it seemed as if the Werewolf Capture Unit would in fact get the weekend off. This was a rare occasion, but this weekend would be one of those lucky ones.

People were still shaken up from the events of not yet a week ago, but the immediate danger and fear of it had passed and now most were trying to move on from what had happened. If the danger was not in their faces, then they could continue on with their normal lives without any form of hassle.

In what was called the office of Amos Diggory, which in reality was set behind filing cabinets set two high on top of one another, Dorcas was running through the work she had completed for him.

Amos' son had been sick that week, quite the concern for the parents of their first born son who was not yet a year old. It had then been Dorcas' job to pick up the slack between making dinners for the two stressed parents. She also used the time to her advantage, slipping away paperwork that she would need, knowing that her boss would blame it on his currently frazzled mind.

She occasionally felt bad for what she did, but could not regret it in the long run as it gave her the evidence that she needed to build her case for the rights of werewolves. A piece of evidence here or there would not do any harm in the long run.

Other than maybe having their department closed, but that was the least of her worries.

Soon the conversation dissolved to discussing Cedric, a nice change from the other matters they had been talking about before. Dorcas had been of a help to the little family since Cedric's birth, often looking after him for an evening to allow the parents to go out and have some time out without a crying baby to look after.

This certainly had her constantly in her boss' good book, his trust in her absolutely unwavering no matter what occurred. With a smile on her face and a promise that she'd check in with him over the weekend, Dorcas made her way back out into the main office area and to her desk. Before she'd even taken so much as three steps around the filing cabinets, she paused in her tracks at the sight of who was sitting at her desk.

"What did I tell you about having your feet on my desk? Every time you're here, I bloody swear..."

Knocking Fabian's feet off of her desk as she passed, she noted the cupcakes on her desk and felt the small tugs of a smile trying to grace her lips.

No.

She was supposed to be annoyed then.

"You got off early, I presume. Or did they finally just let you out because they're sick of stopping you?"

With a shake of her head, Dorcas moved the last few steps to sit on Fabian's lap, putting down the paperwork that she had had in her hands. It was all to be filed, though considering Fabian's presence here, it would surely be waiting until Monday when she would arrive into work.

Reaching across the desk, she drew the cupcakes in closer to her, opening it up nearly as soon as it touched her fingers. She was more than used to him bringing in food for her, her colleagues also enjoying Fabian's visits as it usually meant some kind of sweet treat for them.