#ritxskeeter

Evan enjoyed his time of leisure. This year’s Duelling season was due to kick off soon and he suspected he’d raise a few ranks, make it into the top three in the UK, it wasn’t his true goal, but it brought him closer. Still, before all that started he was partaking in breakfast at noon in his family’s conservatory wearing only a robe of finest silk, that he hadn’t done up, and matching silk pants. He had a glass of champagne in one hand and a cream-covered strawberry in the other. 

The mansion’s House Elf, Ingrid fetched him another and he patted the creatures head gently, earning a look of adoration, it was important to keep ones staff onside. 

“Master Rosier, you have a guest at the door, Ms Skeeter” she squeaked.  

“Oh, thank you Sweet Thing,” Evan smiled, “Be a darling and let her in will you? And do get some more strawberries, cream and champagne, I think we’re in for a long chat.” The elf vanished and a few minutes later (the mansion was very large) Rita appeared in the doorway. 

“Darling, kiss me!” Evan didn’t rise from his seat on the chaise lounge but he did rise up a little to half drape an arm around her shoulders. “Sit, sit. Ingrid’s being more refreshments.” he chuckled, “And I do believe you owe me all the sordid details about my cousin’s miraculous resurrection. I thought the boy died years ago. Needless to say Auntie Walburga’s been quite overwhelmed.” 

The Ministry was in chaos... and that was an understatement.

He’d come in as soon as possible and everything was falling apart, communication wasn’t going through, people couldn’t get to the building, hell, people couldn’t get into some departments. Luckily, Dirk’s familiarity with the muggle world (and the misuse of muggle artefacts department) were doing what they could to enable some work to go ahead. 

Mr. Mockridge had called as many people in his department together and Dirk had taken the helm with him, organising as best they could, deciding who’d go where to deal with what and trying to keep the most at risk cases on their desks ongoing. While things were far from good, they could’ve been a lot worse. 

One slightly annoying downside was needing to retrieve files by hand rather than with a summoning spell. So Dirk had walked to a records room for Ministry Finance to grab a few scrolls for a case with Gringotts and had been surprised to find a recognisable figure also looking through the stacks. 

“Ms Skeeter?” he asked, voice friendly but oh-so careful, “I surprised to see someone like you in here.” Rooting for nasty secrets in all this mess no doubt. “Is there something I can help you find?”

“$” for an ACCIDENTAL text.

“%” for a CURIOUS text.

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