Who: Rufus and Amelia Where: Rufus's flat. When: Backdated to late, late evening on Saturday, 2 February 1979 What: Amelia is Rufus's ~personal secretary~. She DOES HER DUTY JOB for Queen and country Status: COMPLETE, threaded Rating: PG
Long days weren't supposed to begin at 4.30 in the afternoon. But all too often they did, and when they did Amelia was one to help pick up the pieces -- amongst the first to arrive at the Ministry and often the last to go home. Barring Rufus, Gawain, and a few others, of course. But she was there, ever neat in her robes and with a hot cup of coffee or a sandwich to make the time a bit easier. And then the illusion of office tranquility was burst with an argument. Always the same one. And usually (in her mind) she won.
Amelia stopped at Rufus's desk, her cloak already draped around her. "You're going home," she said. He sort of glared at her over the top of a report that she was sure he'd stopped reading long ago. "And I'm going to make sure you eat." Fifteen minutes or more went by, each of them giving a reason why he should or shouldn't go home in between a staring contest that would be enough to wither the strongest basilisk. Tonight it ended when she leaned over the desk, bracing herself, and threatened to not bring in biscuits for a week.
Rufus gave in and five minutes later they were outside his flat. A minute later they were inside and she slipped her shoes off and moved around the kitchen. First tea and coffee and then food.