John V. Dawlish (thelowestplace) wrote in changedrpg, @ 2011-11-01 15:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !date: 1997 - november, john dawlish, rolf scamander |
Who: John Dawlish & Rolf Scamander
What: Evening at home, etc.
Where: Their flat
When: This afternoon
Warnings/Rating: Mild sexual references / PG
John wasn't in the habit of coming home early; he'd done so more often in the past few months than in the past several years, but it was still far from the rule and an exception he only really made for preexisting engagements like dinner reservations. Recently, though - for perhaps two weeks, since the Minister had apparently just stopped turning up - he'd started feeling the temptation to skip out early for no better reason than that he'd rather have been at home. His tentative investigation into the Minister's medical situation made him deeply uncomfortable, dragging up all the guilt and fear of suspicion that he hated and had for so long managed to avoid entirely by scrupulous adherence to every rule of hierarchy. It was a small consolation that he hadn't actually found anything, but ... only a small one. The fact that the head of the Ministry was missing (but not officially missing) for no apparent reason could never be anything but unsettling.
When he tugged on his overcoat a little after four-thirty in the afternoon and slipped out of the office with only a few perfunctory goodnights, he couldn't pretend there was any legitimate reason. He just didn't want to be there, wanted to leave, wanted a drink, wanted other company.
So he went home. After letting himself in he paused only to hang his coat by the door and look around for evidence of his flatmate before making for the kitchen and a glass. Advancing the cocktail hour by thirty minutes was really nothing even to bat an eye at, not after a day of work.