|Marietta Edgecombe (ex_edged72) wrote in strugglewithin,|
@ 2008-11-30 03:47:00
|Entry tags:||*complete, august 1997, bellatrix lestrange, marietta edgecombe|
RP: Ink Face
Date: 29 August 1997
Characters: Marietta Edgecombe, Bellatrix Lestrange
Location: Ministry of Magic
Summary: Marietta is overworking herself in her attempts to make sure everything is in order for the Muggleborn "interviews" when she has a run in with Bellatrix Lestrange that leaves her shaken.
Marietta found it humorous that Umbridge could go home and rest and she still got stuck going through the times and names on the list. She had to make sure every i was dotted and every t crossed. There wasn't room for error. Error would be disastrous. Most people had already gone home for the night. She hadn't been home in days. She hadn't bothered to owl or let Padrig know she was staying over either. She assumed he'd figure it out. Making sure everything went smoothly on Monday was her job. She'd get into trouble with the higher ups if there was a kink. She couldn't trust these other babbling idiots to check all the paperwork anyways.
She'd went into this thinking that it was an issue involving a few hundred people but it turned out there was a bigger Muggleborn issue than she could have imagined. If they banned together they could easily overturn any Ministry mandate. The Ministry didn't have this sort of power. The Hit Wizard and Aurors combined couldn't get the job done properly. She was smart enough to know that there would never be a organization behind all the Muggleborns though. There were too many. They didn't have a leader. They could try but they weren't going to beat this. The Ministry was going to succeed in whatever it wanted. Marietta still wasn't sure where they were going with this though. In the bits and pieces of conversation she eavesdropped in, she knew it was going to be something that most people wouldn't like. Most people didn't know what was good for them though.
She could barely keep her eyes open but she focused on the parchment in front of her. The names were blurring together which should have been a sign to stop but she was stubborn. She was kept going until she nodded off face against fresh black ink on the page. It was going to smear all over her.