edgedaway (edgedaway) wrote in thecoldwar, @ 2008-09-01 20:39:00 |
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Vanishing Act: Act II
Who: Marietta Edgecombe, and others to follow
When: Evening of Friday 5th of September, 2008
Where: Ministry of Magic, London, and elsewhere afterwards
What: Resignation and moonlight escape
Why: Because it's time that all of this ended
Using a security-spell impregnated ink and parchment, a manicured hand wrote in a neat cursive:
Dear Minister Umbridge,
It is with great sadness that I feel I must tender my resignation. I owe you everything. When I had nothing, you took me by the hand, and you showed me how to rebuild my life. You gave me a future, something more bright that I ever could have dreamed of. For this, and many other things, I will always be eternally grateful to you. But I have been selfish with your time. You have so much to offer to the other candidates who've been clamoring for the privilege accorded me. I can't sit still forever.
If I'm to help shape this changing world, there are places I must go, and things I must do. Right now, people see me as nothing more than your mouthpiece, and that doesn't help either of us. You can find people to do my job anywhere; I can help you best by visible separating myself from your office, yet maintaining the parity of statement and position. More voices from different corners speaking the same line about the same issue carry more weight, after all. You taught me that, and as with all the lessons I learned from you, I took it to heart, and intend to make it a part of my life.
It's been quite a journey for us, hasn't it? But every journey must end or diverge somewhere, and this is that somewhere. This was not a simple nor quick decision for me to make, and it will doubtless come with its fair share of regrets. It took much thought, over many months, for me to realise that I was holding you back. I don't want to continue to be this hindrence to you. I believe in what you're trying to do so strongly that I will do whatever I can to see the efforts continue, even if it means giving up my beloved place at your side.
I hope you will forgive me for how abrupt this must seem -- if I could see an easier way to do this, I would. I hope we will meet again, and please know that it has been an honor and a privilege to know you and work with you all these years.
Yours faithfully,
Marietta Edgecombe.
Marietta sealed the envelope with her own saliva, activating the eyes-only spell that would prevent its opening by anyone other than Minister Umbridge. She'd taken another calming potion, partially to keep her apprehension from showing, and also because she needed to. She was addicted to them, and she knew it, but there was no time right now to sort that out. It would have to wait.
She unlocked the door to the Minister's office and left her letter four-square in the middle of the Minister's blotter. She tried to look properly saddened by what she was doing, wiping away an imaginary tear carefully, and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. In a sealed box in her office, she left her keys, code card and assorted paraphernalia of her position. She took one last look around, then let the door lock itself behind her, and walked out into the darkened, deserted hallway.