Amos Diggory (faith_amos) wrote in infaithwetrust, @ 2015-01-17 13:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | amos diggory, january 2004, theodore nott |
Date: January 17th, 2004
Character(s): Amos Diggory and Theodore Nott
Location: The Ministry of Magic, Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures.
Status: Open
Summary: Amos receives a visitor in his office.
Completion: Incomplete
Amos stepped out of the lift into the wide, open space that made up the majority of the department. Desks crowded for space, although at this time on the weekend the majority were empty. A few figures sat bowed over reports or discussing things gently, heads close together. Amos inclined his greying head towards the few that noticed him as he wound his way between the desks. His office was located on the far side of the hall, his name glinting on a brass plaque against the dark wood.
Stepping inside, Amos pulled the door shut behind him and unfastened his cloak at the neck, chucking it in the direction of the hangers before heading around his desk. Once he was settled into the increasingly worn leather chair, he sent his heavy inbox a vaguely unimpressed look before reaching for the top folder. As he did so, his gaze landed on the framed photograph sitting beside the work.
Cedric, seventeen and handsome, beamed out of the frame, shifting a little underneath his Fathers arm. The Amos in the photo looked decades younger, a distant mirror of his son, features a little more weathered but the smile more or less identical. That photo had been taken at the Quidditch World Cup they had attended with Arthur and his family, before the emergence of the Death Eaters that had been the first clue how wrong things were about to go.
Amos' stomach gave a painful tug, as if someone had his organs on a hook. The sensation robbed him of his breath for a second. Suddenly desperate for a distraction, Amos dragged the folder closer and buried himself in text regarding Vampires and their latest demands for nighttime trials until everything else was pushed out. This was the only thing that worked now. The only thing that kept the grief from swallowing him whole. Amos didn't want to think what might happen if he lost it.