Iona Rivers is in her own world (genetricis) wrote in thedept, @ 2013-05-12 18:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! narrative, iona rivers |
WHO Iona Rivers.
WHAT Iona muses on her current work.
WHEN Early morning, Monday 13th May 2029.
WHERE DMLE, FSU Office
RATING/WARNINGS This is Iona. Chances of anything more than PG13 would be a fine thing...
STATUS Complete narrative.
TO BE AIRED Yes.
It was 7:06am, and Iona had been on the clock for exactly 5 and a half minutes. It was this way every morning of every week of every month of every year. Unsurprisingly, Iona was a creature of habit. She felt restless at home, knowing there was work to be done, and so she took breakfast at her desk. As it was a Monday, she quickly poured some branflakes into a bowl she kept by her file of to-do lists (and yes, she was the sort of person who had a to-do list of to-do lists) and ambled into the nearest break room for milk. Staring aimlessly out of the window as she chewed the bland yet functional meal, Iona mentally went through what she would do first, prioritising what needed most to be done in the quiet of the early morning, while few Ministry staff were present.
She checked her watch. 7:17. Still another one hour and forty three minutes before the rest of the department began filing in, and disturbed the quiet of the offices, forcing people into the lab area. The brunette sighed and dumped her materials into the sink, setting the scrubbing brush to clean her bowl and spoon with a flick of her wand. In the meantime, she would put on a pot of coffee for other early arrivals and have one ready at her own desk for 7:21, at which point she would collect her washing up and be sitting at her desk, ready to do her filing.
Others would think of this as a rather sad, lonely existence - deliberately seeking out quiet and solo times in her department, choosing to eat by herself and sticking to a rigid daily timetable. Iona, however, felt very differently. This was how she allowed herself to gain the intense focus she required for the analysis of the minutiae that sometimes was the only clue one way or another - minutiae that solved a case. To her, it was not how narrow an existence she led, but the way she powered up and showed the intense skill that marked her out as an expert in her particular field - wards and hexes, including trace magic. She was more than capable of working in other areas, of course. She would not have been able to carry on in her position if she was anything less than exceptional. Still, not using each member of the team to the best of their abilities was simply a waste, in Iona's view.
Her quill moved quickly over the parchment, stroking out some tasks that she realised had already been completed, or could be completed right now, as she began work. By the time she got up to go to her lab space, the desk was again so tidy it may as well have been untouched in the first place.
When the first of her colleagues arrived later on, Iona was bent over her desk in the lab, moving her wand around, mostly using non verbal spells but occasionally murmuring those that required a stronger touch. So engrossed in her work was she, that it may as well have been that they weren't there either.