Re: Force Majeure | 4-15-2020 | Afternoon
"You... are not wrong," the woman offered a reluctant smile. Things needed to be kept in a closet under the stairs, sometimes. "I will hold you to that." The owl.
"Dinner is when you eat food around sundown, usually happens most days," she said in almost a whisper as Mr. Zale came to terms with her... terms. "Yes, my father. And others, but not tonight."
"You'll do better, trust me. I'll see to that."
Blink, blink. She'd been in the process of turning to leave when all of a sudden that statement shot through from ear to ear. "That sounds like a threat to a politician," she said without turning around. If he'd been paying attention, there was a clear smile to be heard in her voice. Down the stairs, around the corner, and back to the main floor of the library. Holy cow - that had taken a lot out of her. But she kept moving, not wanting to risk another round of show-and-tell with Dumbledore. Once she was outside, the fresh air felt almost foreign. She breathed it in and exhaled, bodily, a great amount of energy she'd been holding in.