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Tweak says, "lyke omg no wai"

Lucy Spinks (addingvalue) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2015-02-25 13:55:00

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character: alicia spinnet, character: lucy spinks

Lucy needs advice
Who: Lucy and Alicia
What: Talking about the Ministry
Where: Offices of the Fawley Foundation
When: Sometime Wednesday 25th
Rating: SFW

After being stuck in St Mungo's for over a week, Lucy had returned to her job to find absolute chaos. The office had had to get a temp in to make sure payments continued to go through in time, but either no one had explained Lucy's system or the replacement had simply chosen not to follow it. Payments were made in time, but half of them went through under the incorrect tax codes and the other half were made with no notes as to what they were for. It took Lucy days of working overtime to get everything sorted - and then more to catch up on the backlog created by focusing on that. It wasn't as if February was exactly a calm month at the best of times. With the end of the financial year in sight there was always extra work to do compiling end-of-year reports and setting systems up for the new year.

Finally, though, Lucy had gotten to the stage where she had to either take a day off or go absolutely stir crazy. Even then, she didn't have time for a real break. As much as she wanted to sit on the couch in her pyjamas watching bad daytime television and eating chocolate, she had too much to sort out in her other life. So she started off the morning with a climb at her usual rock-climbing gym, then showered and changed and headed to Monument Alley. Alicia had volunteered to help weeks ago and Lucy was finally going to take her up on it. It would be helpful to have someone who wasn't too invested in Lucy's personal life give her an objective opinion.

Lucy waited in reception, having asked for Alicia and been assured that a message would be sent for her. The unsettling fact that Lucy didn't even know how that would be achieved without telephone or e-mail was mentally added to her 'con' list.

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_alicia_
2015-03-04 11:25 am UTC (link)

Taking a seat in her chair, Alicia listened as Lucy spoke. She didn’t blame Lucy for not having had all that much to do with the Ministry, and often praised herself lucky that she was in a position where she could pay other people to deal with them on her behalf. Most of the time, at least. “I don’t know either,” she admitted regretfully. “I do know, though, that they cannot force you to move, and if they do show up at your house, it is their responsibility to provide an explanation to any Muggles who may be around. Uhm…”

She paused when there was a knock on the door, and waited until the receptionist had brought in the tray she has asked for, before she gestured for Lucy to please help herself and then continued. “They may start monitoring your house and work for magic like they do with underage witches and wizards, but your guess is as good as mine at this point. We have people here who do nothing but deal with the Ministry, and I’ll set you up with one of them, but before I do so I want to hear what you want. Do you want to stay where you are or would you be interested in moving?”

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addingvalue
2015-03-04 02:29 pm UTC (link)

Lucy shuffled forward on her seat to help herself to the tea - which was a convenient cover for a moment of silence. She'd been thinking through Alicia's question since the Ministry had contacted her, and she still didn't have an answer. Her sisters would always tell her that one of her biggest weaknesses was a need to process everything from every possible angle, and in this case it was definitely true. Her first instinct was to run back to the world she was most comfortable in, but that wouldn't solve the problem of having no one she could really talk to about every aspect of her life. It wouldn't fix anything.

"I wish I could make them see they're overreacting," she moaned, still skirting the crux of the issue. "It wasn't even my fault. I didn't lose control or forget or make a mistake. I just got ill. Surely that could happen to anyone?" The problem really had been that she couldn't apparate to St Mungo's and hadn't been able to call anyone else for help. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and looked up at Alicia. "There was another incident, last summer. I guess that's worrying them too." She had lost control then, and her housemates' memories had had to be modified.

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