Who: Matilda Martin and Clyde Bailey What: Checking up on Mattie, about a week and a half after her flat blew up. When: Sunday evening, January 24 Where: Camelot Castle Warnings: None at the moment. Maybe a little angst, a little cursing. The usual.
Ten days. It had been ten days since Matilda's flat had been blown up, nine days since she'd moved into the castle, and only three since she'd started to come to terms with... everything. For that first week, she had done her typical thing and refused to think about it. She kept herself busy, spending every waking moment preparing the training classes for the new recruits, definitely overworking herself but not caring for once. As long as she was busy, she didn't have to think of everything she needed to do to put her life back together. Unfortunately, she worked herself so hard that she ran out of things to do after just a week. Then she had no choice but to deal.
By Sunday night, almost everything was taken care of. She met with the police (who still knew nothing, but that wasn't surprising), avoided the Agency, negotiated with her insurance company, and finished the process of closing her dental practice. She wouldn't be able to keep it going from the castle, and honestly, her heart wasn't in it anymore. She had much more important things to do now, and by Sunday night, she was much more exhausted than she had been ten days before - and still she was working.
While here in the castle, she'd spent most of her time in the common room closest to her bedroom, claiming a chair by the fireplace and hardly ever leaving it. It was cozy and oddly comforting, in a nostalgic sort of way. The castle reminded Luna of Hogwarts, and going through files upon files of paperwork in front of the fire was almost like doing her homework. She wasn't any Hermione, but Luna had always enjoyed her schoolwork. It made her feel productive, and Matilda enjoyed that feeling just as much as she did. That was another one of the bonuses that burying herself in her work provided. It was a distraction that made her feel better, at least until she finished. And when that happened, she'd just have to find another distraction. That couldn't be too hard, could it?
Sighing to herself, she closed one file and picked up another, looking into the fire for a moment absentmindedly. For the past few hours, something had been niggling at the back of her mind, like there was something she'd forgotten to do today, but the more she tried to think of what it was, the more it escaped her. She shook her head, vaguely annoyed with herself, and returned to the file. She'd think of it eventually.