WHO: Dolores Umbridge WHERE: Dolores' Office & Home WHEN: Dec 24th WHAT: Scenes from Dolores Christmas Eve WARNINGS: None.
The sound of festivities had carried into Dolores’ office all week, particularly in the afternoon on Friday, but now there was silence. The only sound was the stiff scratching of suffocated quill as it scribbled across the parchment on Dolores’ desk. Signing off more paperwork for a recent hearing and proceeding for a muggleborn. Friday marked a capture of a muggleborn and a quick trial thrown together at Dolores’ insistence on Saturday. She had come into the office on Sunday, Christmas Eve, to finish off the paperwork so the individual could be transported to Azkaban as soon as possible. The holidays not a concern to Dolores when there were legal work to be done.
Dolores finished her final signature with a flourish of her hand as she leaned back, shuffling the paper around placing it in a folder and levitating it to the outbox. She would have Becca file it when she was in next. She was in Tuesday right? Or was that other some ridiculous holiday causing yet another day off. Holidays falling during the week were simply lost working days.
She lifted her cup of tea and took a long sip, before letting the cup rest back in the saucer. Dolores heard the sound of her china clink. It stirred the cat plates as she heard the gentle purrs behind her. Dolores then returned to additional paperwork, addressing some work relating to the IDs. Hours had passed alone in the Ministry. She felt like she was one of the only members of the staff here on a Sunday night. Christmas Eve was even quieter than a regular Sunday night. Dolores’ paperwork was complete and up to date. That meant she didn’t need to come in tomorrow. She could have Christmas Day off. Unless, something happened and her presence was needed. Maybe something to do with the Wizengamot could come up?
Dolores finally rose from her seat, got her coat, and headed out of her office locking the door behind her. She left her office behind, glanced in the direction of the Minister’s office before heading through the empty MRC office. Opening the door to her flat she heard the greeting of her cats as she walked in. Dolores waved her wand turning on her lights as she walked in removing her pink winter cloak hovering towards the coat rack. She took off her heels and placed them neatly by the door before walking towards her liquor cabinet. She waved her wand again setting the bottle of sherry to pour a healthy glass of sherry. As this took place Dolores walked towards the kitchen to feed her cats, and headed to her bedroom to get into her nightgown and robe. She walked back to collect her poured glass of sherry before settling down on her couch, turning on the wireless. Dolores settled in to listen to the sound of the Christmas Eve broadcast taking a sip of her sherry while her cats joined her on the couch.
Dolores was alone on Christmas Eve, just how she liked it. Her mind didn’t stray to father who she paid to remain out of her life. She definitely did not think about her useless muggle mother and the meaningless squib brother. She didn’t even think about the false family she made up. Not imaging any great false stories of traditions she and her family so recently connected to the Sewlyns. No, she was alone, contentedly alone. Dolores would sit here, drink her sherry, maybe get another, listen to the wireless and then head to bed. Dolores drained her glass, giving her cat nearest her a pet. “Merry Christmas,” she said to her cats with a hint of a smile.