#magicterrence

Daphne Greengrass had changed since her teenage years. Her parents and her family strongly belived in blood purity and supremacy. They had even delighted over the fact that she dated a pureblood during her sixth year. That didn’t end well, words were spoken that she didn’t want to think about. Words she couldn’t take back no matter what. As she got older and after she met her husband she changed. Her late husband was a good man, he was pureblood like her but had a liberal view. He was what inspired her to choose the party she represented.

It had been a while since Daphne had seen Terry. They had somehow managed to make up as adults. After having been to France with her daughter for a few weeks, she couldn’t turn down his invitation. Her usual red shoes and matching lipstick is what most saw. Followed by the long strawberry blonde hair and big blue eyes. Behind it all, she knew she was a good politician. Someone who burned for her cause, and someone who cared.

Knocking on the door before stepping in Daphne smiled when she saw him “How lovely to see you,” walking over as she always did. Her arms wrapped around him in an embrace and a kiss planted on his cheek “You look good. I hope they have been treating you well while I was away.” Most men didn’t get such a greeting, but Terry had earned his. Even if perhaps it wasn’t his favourite thing.

Sadly Violet had gone to the fifth level more than once in the last few weeks. The office workers didn’t always like it when the Auror’s did they job. She could guess what it was this time, but perhaps she had done something wrong. As a senior Auror she held the authority, even her bosses knew when to just let her do her job. Standing in the lift, she usually ignored whoever she was in there with. She wasn’t going to the dreaded fifth floor to make friends. 

Getting off on the right floor, some memos flew past her to find the offices, it was row and row of offices. It sounded like hell on earth to be chained to a desk. Sure Violet had her own office by now, but she didn’t like sitting there. She preferred to be out on the floor with her co-workers, actually doing what she considered important work. 

Walking down the hallway she knocked on the door and went in without waiting for an answer. “What have I done now Boot?” Violet asked as she closed the door behind her.