Notorious C.H.O. (notorious_cho) wrote in afic, @ 2011-08-20 00:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: cho chang, character: melinda bobbin, player: kaia, player: leigh |
The things I do for you...
WHO: Cho Chang and Melinda Bobbin
WHEN: Friday August 19th, 2005, late afternoon/early evening
WHERE: Melinda's flat
WHAT: Cho is risking her job for two Slytherins she doesn't even like.
RATING: PG-ish. I think.
STATUS: In progress.
She was crazy. She was absolutely completely beyond all hope insane. Nuts. Batshit. All those things, and then some that couldn't even be mapped out in words. At all.
She had been camped out in the toilets for two hours, waiting for people to go on home so that she could go and risk not only her job, but possibly her own freedom as well (the Ministry really wasn't fussy about who they arrested these days) in favour of two people she didn't care about one way or another.
Melinda did, though, and while Cho might not be on more than glaring-from-a-distance basis with Blaise Zabini and Theodore Nott, she would do anything for a friend. Well, almost anything. No, wait. Strike that almost. She would do anything, full stop.
Melinda better appreciate it too.
She stretched her legs gingerly, checking her watch. The Ministry was never completely empty these days, not with the army and the MLE going nuts and hauling people in for questioning left and right, but when she peeked out the door most of the admin staff were gone at least.
And so Cho Chang, proper and sweet, the innocent face all her colleagues trusted, snuck inside the archive, pawed through the files in the 'recent arrests' drawer, her heart pounding out of her chest.
She found the files towards the bottom of the pile, copied each of the many, many papers with a flick of her wand and stuffed them in her bag. She did this - the copying, not the sneaking, stealing and bringing confidential information outside the department bit - all the time, but she was still afraid that they would be able to trace it somehow.
When she stumbled out of the fireplace at Melinda's flat she felt as if she'd run a marathon.
"I've got the files," she said. "And nobody tried to tackle me on the way out."