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Olive Penderghast (gnomedownthere) wrote in makebelievelog,

Olive climbed in and settled back for a car ride of ultimate awkwardness. She’d never been in the back of a squad car and she could honestly say this experience didn’t leave her wanting for another go at it. It was silent and full of looks that couldn’t quite convey all that was meant, though she was sure she understood the glare of the officer she caught every once in a while in the rear-view mirror.

The station was a mess of inactivity this late at night. Few staff members were still on duty at this hour, but desks were piled high with government-efficient stacks of work waiting to be processed that no one this late was willing to approach. Clearly this was as well-run a system as all government branches were. Olive couldn’t exactly blame them when all she wanted to do was head home herself.

They were directed towards the benches and phones, Olive waited on the bench so Galen could go first. Then it was her turn. She found she wasn’t so nervous, really. Or maybe she was trying to convince herself of that, thinking how much trouble could they really be in, accidents happened to everyone. Right? Harry wouldn’t be so mad, right? She couldn’t tell over the phone.

“Who did you call?” she asked Galen when she sat back down. In her opinion this would be about five times worse if he’d called Obi-Wan. Something about that man’s intensity being directed at them in a negative way wasn’t exactly appealing.