Who: Frank & Alice Longbottom When: Sunday afternoon. Where: The Ministry, to start. What: Alice is working overtime, Frank objects. Rating: TBD, but probably low. Open/Closed: Closed
Alice was frustrated. For weeks now, they'd heard nothing from the Minister, and though she had nothing that really needed his seal, she didn't like the implication that he wasn't responding to anyone, either, as far as Moody had been able to tell. The recent deaths, the mailed body parts, and the outspoken Death Eaters in journals - they were all piling up and Alice was getting increasingly angry about it.
She'd been an Auror a long time, she was good at her job. And yet she felt so bloody useless, she wanted to scream. Or say sod it and go pick a fight with a few suspected, but unproven Death Eaters just so she could say she'd gotten something done.
But she couldn't do that. So she was sitting in the office on a Sunday, going back over case files she'd read a dozen times with a now ice-cold mug of tea on the desk in front of her. She wasn't sure that it was useful, or that she'd find anything new, but it felt more useful than doing NOTHING, which was all they did lately. She'd only intended to come in for an hour or two, but it was ticking well past lunchtime, and Alice hadn't even really realized it yet.