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Post by quinn on May 21, 2011 16:02:57 GMT -6
Its been a hard day, wait scratch that, its been a hard year, and so far with the numerous disappearing it is only going to get harder. The amount of paper work had been piling up over the past week and after today Quinn felt she had only touched the surface. When it came to the Head of the Department Quinn kind of figured she would get away with some leisure time, an hour and a half for lunch instead of just a half hour, and well for the past year it has been none of what she thought. Of course Quinn missed the field but it was a good thing that when she thought a mission was serious enough in her department (or well if she was bored enough) then she would insert herself into an assignment. But she in fact loved her job at the same time it was kind of a nice fit for her because she felt in control of her surrounding around her and when someone needed something she was the person to ask. Missions and top secret information were given to her first and well, quite frankly, it made her feel important and needed. Yes, it is a rather terrible thing or rather a selfish thing to love about a job but then again it was her personality.
Quinn stacked the papers neatly and sighed at how troubling they've been all day. She needed a drink and well it seemed there was only one place she trusted enough to let herself get caught up in a few shots of whiskey, The Leaky Caldron. The new Department head grabbed her deep eggplant colored purse and a few folders to work on at home and headed out for the night. It was rather empty through the rest of ministry except for her department, no matter what time, day or night, there was all ways quite a few people here. She waved to a few and bid them goodnight and with her heels noticeably hitting the ground and making noise left the ministry until the morning.
The brisk walk at night was a lonely one, with a few shoppers still left out, maybe it was eight or nine at night but who knew? Quinn certainly did not, towards the end of the night she made quite a big deal about hiding all clocks so that she could work in piece and not worry about how long she had been there. The bar was something else compared to the streets. Loud and noisy, there was a crowd in here tonight but luckily the stools up at the bar were pretty empty and so she took a seat. “Can I have a double shot of whiskey?”
ooc: Sorry so short for whoever replies back to this....I just wanted to put a thread up and now I'm late for work 
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Post by tori on May 22, 2011 16:42:20 GMT -6
with a rather unlady-like move, astoria malfoy placed both hands on either side of her jaw, and jerked her skull one way, and then the other. she could already feel the large kink in her neck forming from being bent over her desk all day; cracking it would barely help, but at least it relieve a bit of tension that had formed there. she had been at it all day: reading documents, crossing out and rewriting, fixing spelling errors that shouldn't have been there a to begin with, writing letters to delegates, responding to some owls, signing things that passed through her hands... it was all tedious and monochromatic, but she'd be lying if she said she didn't enjoy it. she could be as meticulous as she liked, and the feeling of power that it gave her when she knew that something would go wrong without her gave her a small high, which was probably wrong. out of everyone in the department, she knew she was the most qualified for her job; no one would question that.
when the door to her office opened, she couldn't help but jump a little in fright. she hadn't heard a knock of any kind, probably because she was so concentrated on her work. her assistant announced that they were leaving for the night. leaving? already? it was barely... oh... she had lost track of time again. it was nearly half past seven when she glanced up at her clock. she waved her assistant away, bidding them good night, before returning back to the pile on her desk. she resigned herself to finishing it before she let herself go home. it was quite the pile, but she hoped to be at the end in another hour or two. her quill was dipped into the inkpot in the corner of her desk, and she was scribbling away once again.
after the last file was dealt with and sent out of her office to where it was supposed to go, astoria allowed herself to stretch and breathe freely. it had taken her a little longer than she had hoped, but it was done at last. now, she only had to worry about the pile that would incontestably gather itself tomorrow. she couldn't help the scowl that spread across her face just thinking of it. her job was wonderful, but she'd much rather not be stuck in her office at all hours just getting through her work-load for the day. it was a strain on her mind, her body and her marriage.
neatly, she placed all her things in order, before gathering her bag, placing everything she had taken out back in. her hands adjusted her dress before she opened her door and came out, closing and locking it with her wand as she kept walking. the hallways were somber and deserted; a true sign that she had been here too long. after she got out of the lift, there were finally signs of life in the lobby, and she bypassed them with a small smile and a wave to a few that she knew. she wasn't going to bother with sticking around any longer. she knew where she needed to go to relax, and that wasn't home.
by now she had become accustomed to working late hours, and with her husband as the minister for magic, he too was busy with work just as much, if not more, than she. rarely did they have time together at home, and she wished it was different, but sometimes her will to relax overcame the one to try and patch up her marriage, and she headed toward the leaky cauldron for a nice glass of goblin wine, before returning home to a -probably- empty manor.
luckily, once she entered the doors, she spotted quinn winters at the bar. she could use a little down time with a friend right now; the stress was slowly creeping up on her and she knew that quinn, of all people, would understand that. gracefully as she always moved, astoria slipped into the bar stool next to quinn. "good evening quinn," she greeting lightly, then turned to the barhand. "a glass a snobwash, 1856 if you could, please.”
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