where; Dmitry’s law firm whom; Dmitry obvi @nott-amused
Honestly it had taken a few days of being really gay with Nimue and constantly checking in on Alice, Frank, and Dorcas before Edith realized that she hadn’t actually heard from Dmitry in a bit. He hadn’t answered any of her letters or Floo calls which wasn’t terribly unusual; but he also hadn’t replied when she’d asked what treats Lord Stair wanted from the pet store. That was unusual.
Now on Day 8 of No Dmitry, she sort of assumed he’d somehow died. Either in one of his weird fight club things or one of the attacks she wasn’t sure, but she ought to go in and clear out the office either way. Which was a bummer honestly. Edith liked this job.
What she did not expect, however, was to walk into Dmitry’s office to find Dmitry just fucking sitting there.
Screaming, she tossed the Emergency Holy Water she’d gotten just in case at probably-Demon-Dmitry who appeared to have several new tattoos and also like 15 energy drinks. “DEMON DMITRY, OH GOD! OUT OF THE OFFICE, OUT OF THE OFFICE!”
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