Andrew Tadg McPhail (sonofinverness) wrote in snitchers, @ 2017-07-13 18:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | char: andrew mcphail, char: sophie roper |
Who: Andrew and Sophie
Where: League Offices
When: Late Wednesday
What: Andrew's having issues.
Rating: Probably low.
The week started awfully. There was the debacle at the Quidditch Gala, for which Andrew still didn't have any answers. It could have been worse - the festival came to mind - but it had set he and Sophie at odds. Not even at odds, really, because neither of them were angry with the other. No, it had simply run her off; she avoided him at every turn and his days were duller for it. He'd kept to his office when it became obvious she didn't care to interact. There was no explaining it. Yes, she'd said things that, if they were true, could be embarrassing. And, if they were true, they implied that Andrew's interest wasn't one-sided. That was the part he couldn't get past; Sophie was such a bright witch, and though she was fully dedicated to her job, Andrew knew that when she met the right person, all that would fall away in the face of her love. Like the rest of the world, she would eventually leave him behind. The more he tried not to think about it, the harder the future forced itself into focus.
Then, the League Head was hospitalized. The man was old, sure, but the illness seemed unexpected. Word was that he would return on Monday. In the meantime, it was Andrew and Sophie and the rest of the underlings trying to finalize everything for the upcoming season. There was still massive amounts of work to be done, and he'd decided to take a week off right in the middle of it all. Granted, he knew there would come a day that he'd be very glad he agreed to take his sister on a holiday. When she'd said she wanted to come and visit him, Andrew had been pleasantly surprised. He wanted to return the favor. Mara was currently going through what seemed every outfit she owned trying to figure out just what she wanted to take to Spain the following week.
He'd woken that morning in darkness and spent five full minutes in a state of panic, thinking that life as he'd known it was over, forever. It took deep breathing and a fumbling, bruise-producing trip across the room to his windows to realize that there was a storm passing beyond the curtains. Andrew had rested his head against the cool glass and groaned, feeling the beginnings of a headache. It was far too early. Before he even brushed his teeth, he swallowed a rather unpleasant pain potion. Still, he had to charm the paper to read itself aloud as he ate and readied for the day. Staring at the page was akin to attempting to make sense of hash marks and strange lines.
At work, things only improved slightly. Some of the fires were put out, thanks mostly to Sophie's diligence he assumed. The sounds of the weather were nonexistent and the rest of the League staff were too busy to be making lots of noise. Even so, the headache refused to go away. With a wave of his wand, Andrew lowered the lights in his office. He dropped his forehead into his hands, trying to ignore the stabbing pain behind his right eye. It was making him queasy. For once, he just wanted to go home, crawl back in bed, and sleep until someone found a cure so he could go back to the career he really wanted.
Something crashed into his door just before it was opened and one of the first-year assistants leaned in, still laughing over...who knew what.
"What?!" Andrew yelled. He never yelled. The girl looked as though she might cry suddenly, and he absolutely could not deal with that. Her voice trembled as she asked something about a safety regulation at the Wigtown pitch. Andrew was too out of sorts to consider apologizing. He told her the information she needed and cringed as she accidentally slammed the door in her haste to get away.