mari_edge (mari_edge) wrote in eighth_rpg, @ 2010-12-08 18:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | marietta edgecombe, theodore nott |
Who: Marietta Edgecombe & Theodore Nott
What: A secret meeting
Where: Nott Manner
When: Friday, 2 o'clock sharp
Rating: Low?
The paper birds were flying about and the din of activity could be heard all over the ministry, but in the Floo Network Administration, there was a lull that would have seemed strange if it was possible to enter the office. Inside, everything stood in an impeccable moment of calm. Mrs. Edgecombe, normally flitting about the office checking records, sat still as a mouse, tea cup poised in hand. Marietta stepped into the floo and put her perloined time-turner into her pocket. Her mother wouldn't even notice she had left. Grabbing a regulation pinch of floo powder (you can't work somewhere for a year without picking up something), she spoke firmly and calmly-"Nott Manor".
In a flash of green, she flew through the network, landing a harrowing moment later in the grate just outside the Nott Manor house. Marietta stepped outside and brushed the excess floo off her robes. She stepped neatly onto the crushed gravel that surrounded the property, taking its vastness in with satisfaction. Yes, this was the company she should be keeping. Her new, smart shoes pinched her toes sharply, but they made her look much more powerful than she felt. The closer she came to the gate, the more nervous she became. She ran a hand through her hair, which she'd charmed a rich brown she thought made her look smart. "Merlin, I look like I'm going to an interview," she said to herself. In many ways, she was.
When she reached the gate, a gloomy house-elf greeted her. "Miss Marietta Edgecombe, for Mr. Nott. He is expecting me." The elf opened the gate and ushered her in without a word. She cursed her manners, and her inexperience with manors and house elves both. The elf led her to a warmly appointed sitting room and pulled a chair for her. "You wait here Miss," he said, and turned to leave. Marietta sat, straight as an arrow, staring at the door.
And waited.