RP: A thousand words will give the reasons why... Date: April 2, 2001 Characters: Malachi and Penelope Location: muggle London Public/Private: Public Summary: Malachi is leaving work and therefore out in the muggle world. Status: Complete
Malachi felt sadness at the fact his time at the gallery was waning closer to an end. The idea he wouldn't work with art was more than a little sad. He had always been around art, personally, professionally, academically in college. In a way, art had defined him. To be honest, the way Lavender had reacted to him changing careers, tell him he wasn't going to be an artist anymore once he was an Auror-In-Training had just told him she felt the same way. He honestly didn't see how changing careers was going to change who he was. He was still an artist. He could still paint when he wasn't at work. In fact, if the schedule was amendable which he wasn't sure it was yet, he could even try to keep a class or two that he taught.
The idea that he was going to change - that he was going to become one of those brainwashed Ministry drones was laughable to him. He beliefs were the core of who he was; they wouldn't be able to be ripped away from him just because someone tried. And yes, he fully expected them to try. He knew what was coming in a way, and he was prepared. He could play the part; he could pretend that he believed what they wanted him to when he didn't. He'd down it for years and he still did it.
Walking down the street from the gallery, he felt a strange sense of loss. How many times did he have to walk down this street after work? How many times would be close the gallery in preparation for the life drawing class?