Maybe it was the stress, or the anger she felt at purebloods murdering each other when there was more important shit to be worried about, or the perpetual weight on her chest from supporting a ministry that she frequently disagreed with, or maybe even the thread of self-loathing that came of arguing on behalf of ministry policies with people she called friends, but Morag welcomed a bit of physical distraction. Roger was a bit of a cad at the best of times, but his heart was near the right place, and when he kissed her, she didn't feel like it was only to satisfy a peripheral hunger of his. The arse pinch, yes. No denying that, and if she hadn't been so tired, she might have have given him a rough pinch to the underarm, the bit where it really hurt -- but she was worked nearly to the bone, and there was something comforting in his arms and the hint of stubble around his lips that would be gone before work tomorrow and the smell of him. She exhaled heavily onto his throat after he set her free, holding tight for just a second longer, and then released him to prop herself against the doorway once again. One foot freed itself of a shoe and she pressed it, bare and sore, against the panel behind her.
Next went her robes, into a heap, and her leather jacket followed, until she was in a loose button up and looking like something that resembled relaxed. This was a little better. And there was cheese. Fuck yes cheese.
"No partner tonight," she said finally through a mouth full of cheese, no thoughts towards propriety or manners or whatever it was that kept people from talking while eating. She pinched off a bit of the cheese to let him indulge along with her, and before she could bat an eyelash, she was through the Edam. The wax shell fell, red and brilliant, along the dull black of her abandoned jacket, and she considered it for a minute, thinking about the scene she'd had to investigate earlier today. Blood everywhere. She unpeeled another cheese coin. Bits of Avery on the sofa. On the mantel. Whoever it was -- as if she didn't know it was the woman in there -- had been angry. Very angry.
"Her wand did the jinxes, no question about that." She chewed her lip, then popped in half the coin. "I'd be impressed if it hadn't been so heinous. She tore him apart, Rog. Tore him the fuck apart."