Clement Max. (maximize) wrote in disorderic, @ 2018-04-10 14:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | clement max, nora cadwallader |
WHO: Nora Cadwallader, Clement Max
WHEN: April 10
WHERE: Clem's office, St Mungo's
WHAT: Just a casual chat between coworkers :)
WARNINGS: None
“Nora,” Clement greeted with a forced smile when the mediwitch appeared in his doorframe, as he’d requested. With everything that had happened with Keats, Clement was itching to get his and Dante’s plan underway. Teach the aurors who’d killed his cousin a real lesson. “Come in, take a seat,” he gestured at the empty seat on the opposite side of his desk. “I just wanted to check how you’ve been doing, since everything that happened with your home and business.” Nora was expecting another schedule shift, or an addition of hours, or perhaps that Clem had read her mind about her plans to resign when he called her into his office. This seemed unusually personal and almost unbusinesslike of him, and it disarmed her a little. He would probably transition to a schedule shift soon enough. Though perhaps she shouldn't have been surprised. With so many accusations of Death Eating being thrown at him (though not by her, directly), he was probably just trying to look nice. He'd done the same after he and Maddie broke up. She took a seat. "It's—we're managing," she said noncommittally. The Cadwalladers always managed. “Are you sure?” he asked, his desk obscuring his arms and the wand he had pointed at her under it. “We can look into rearranging your schedule if you need some time off to adjust.” It would be helpful, to him and Dante, if Nora was to be at home for a couple of days. "Oh," Nora said. She shifted slightly in her seat; she wanted to get as much time in as she could before they left. They only had to keep their heads down a few more weeks, and Nora wasn't going to jeopardize that by being uncooperative with Clem. He didn't have any reason to believe she thought he was a Death Eater. "That's fine. Really. With the inn gone and … all our things, I would actually appreciate some extra time in, if I could. You know, single income family and all." Clement bit down on his cheek. That wasn’t ideal, but Nora would know something was up if he turned down her request for extra shifts. “Of course, I’m pleased to hear that,” he said instead, taking the moment to silently cast a tracking spell on her before placing his arms on the table to flip through his schedule. “I can put you in as much as you’d like. With volatile vigilantes and death eaters, you never know when you need extra staff anymore.” Nora blinked, but didn't call any attention to what he had just said. She simply nodded, taking no notice of the spell. "Thank you, Clem. It's not that I don't love being—" home eluded her, because as welcoming as her brother-in-law was, Dafydd's would never be home. "With Rhys, of course. That's pretty much all I'm doing these days, either working or with him." She laughed awkwardly, betraying her nerves. “A little sick of your husband then?” Clement asked, perking up at the thought of marital issues for the couple that seemed so perfect. Nora looked confused. "I—no, of course not. I just meant I haven't had much of a social life lately! No, I don't think I'd ever be sick of Rhys." “Well,” Clement crossed his arms, disappointed. “You should get back to work. I’ll make sure to keep your schedule busy.” "Oh," Nora said. The abrupt end of the meeting caught her off guard again. "Alright. Thank you, for checking in. Oh," she added, because it was what she would say if things were normal, and because losing family was hard no matter who he was, "I was sorry to hear about your cousin." “Thank you,” Clement replied, mood darkening at the further reminder of what had happened to Keats. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have work to do.” She rose, half-wondering if she'd done something wrong. "Good bye," she said as she left his office with no knowledge of the spell she carried with her. |