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Amelia Bones (falsealarm) wrote in connotation_rpg,
@ 2009-04-19 17:58:00

Entry tags:

!incomplete, amelia bones, augustus rookwood

19 April 1979
Characters: Amelia Bones and OPEN
Setting: The Ministry lunch room, early afternoon on Sunday (Amelia is pulling overtime, as she often does)
Summary: Amelia is in search of the substance of all life: Coffee.

Amelia was likely more fond of coming in on weekends than she should be (especially since most Ministry employees avoided it like the plague). She was always on top of the list for any necessary overtime; weekend work usually found her sifting through paperwork and filing it all away as required, rather than actually doing anything interesting in the field. It was boring and a bit tedious certainly, but no more so that sitting at home reading, with no real company beyond having George curled in her lap, or tea at her parent's house for several hours on Saturday. Dead as it was in the DMLE on a Sunday, crime didn't sleep, and there were still plenty of people meandering around with ink on their fingers and bemused looks on their faces.

Shortly after noon she found herself having difficulty focusing, and caught herself falling asleep twice. That was an indication that her coffee cup needed replenishing. As she stood up her stomach gurgled. That was an indication that she hadn't actually eaten yet today. Sandwich time it was, then! Amelia made her way to the cafeteria where she picked up a ham and swiss on rye, and a cup of dark roast (black with two sugars, just the way she liked it). Standing behind a frail old witch she knew to be from Magical Games and Sports (who was counting out each individual knut onto the counter in front of the cashier, and ever so slowly), Amelia laid her sandwich and coffee on a tray on the counter, and bent over to tie one of the loose laces on her trainers.

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fauxfriend
2009-04-19 08:45 pm UTC (link)

Augustus was not very used to having to work overtime. His weekends were usually spent in his study or out doing, well. Nothing savory. And certainly not behind his desk at work. But today was Sunday and here he was. Not behind his desk, mind you, but in the Time Room, doing just a little more research. Research. Yes. But not for the Ministry.

But that was entirely beside the point. He was in the building and thus, would likely be forced to eat the food the Ministry provided for it's employees. On most other Sundays, Augustus would have already had brunch with his wife and children. As much as he disliked the creatures, house elves were immensely useful in regard to cooking and serving. At least his were obedient, so he thought to himself as he took the lift to the cafeteria for lunch. And thus, he spotted Amelia Bones.

Oh, she held so much promise to him! She worked on the Law Enforcement floor. So much information right at her finger tips. Augustus couldn't pass up the opportunity. He ordered a bacon sandwich on toasted wheat and then slid into line behind Miss Bones. And then quite quickly looked over her shoulder at the old witch who was insisting on counting every last knut.

"I suppose it is Sunday," he commented just loud enough for those directly around him to hear. "No one ever seems to be in much of a rush on Sundays."

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falsealarm
2009-04-19 10:02 pm UTC (link)

Amelia came up from tying her shoes just in time to hear Augustus' comment, and couldn't help but snort at it. "That's terrible, Mr--I mean, Augustus," Amelia said, correcting herself as she remembered the comment exchange they had had in her journal. "She is quite old, she continued in a stage whisper, though, with there being such a difference in size between knuts, sickles and galleons, she didn't understand what was so difficult.

"I didn't know that the Department of Mysteries did much weekend work, Augustus," Amelia said, moving up in the line as the old witch finally finished and moved on with her clam chowder. She pulled out her money bag and counted out her payment (four times as fast as the woman in front of her). "You must be working on something interesting."

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fauxfriend
2009-04-20 02:29 pm UTC (link)

A wry smile pulled at Rookwood's lips. "No, I suppose you're right, Amelia. Perhaps all she has is knuts and is continually losing count," he suggested quietly, lowering his voice a bit more as to keep the conversation between the two of them. They didn't want to be overheard, after all. Not that they had much to fear from a witch that age.

"Hmm, I'd tell you if only I could," he replied, theatrically sorrowful, though he looked endlessly amused. And he really sort of was. "Never mind the job description, it's in the job title." Augustus gave a small smile as he paid for his sandwich (and a cup of watery looking tea). "I suppose over time is nothing new to you, though. I could never do your job, I'm afraid. Your entire floor seems so stressed all of the time. I think we all owe you quite a lot," Augustus went on as he put a bit of honey and lemon juice in his tea.

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falsealarm
2009-04-22 08:44 pm UTC (link)

Amelia laughed at his comment about his job title; she'd known perfectly well that Augustus wouldn't tell her what he was doing in the Department of Mysteries. Members of the DMLE often joked that the Unspeakables just went behind doors in a cloud of illusions, and that they were actually getting paid to play cards. Amelia doubted it.

"They usually call me in before anyone else," Amelia admitted. "So many people have kids and husbands and such; it seems unfair to take them away from their weekends. I'm just sitting at home listening to the wireless and petting my cat... oh dear. I suppose that makes me sound a bit pathetic, doesn't it?"

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