Post by sarah jane oliveira on Jan 24, 2021 23:35:47 GMT -7
December 2025
Going straight from work to the Purifiers' base was annoying, though at least Sarah's winter cloak kept her badge from being visible as she made her way through the more public areas on her route. Occasionally, she still couldn't believe that was what she was doing for work. Yes, of course it was for Elaine, so she dealt with it. That didn't mean that she enjoyed it. Remaining as a Club Indigo dancer probably would have been more her style. Her colleagues in Magical Interpol seemed awfully dull, though she would have run for the hills at the first opportunity to hang out with them after hours to see if they actually bothered to let their hair down after work. She couldn't tell whether Karkaroff or Rivera was more uptight, but that was neither here nor there.
As soon as she was through to the gateway chamber, a part of her considered getting some liquor, knowing that she was back in the company of people around whom she could relax, relatively speaking. She didn't know all of the Purifiers very well and was more loyal to Fenrir's pack at the end of the day, so seeing a woman about her own age whom she didn't recognize as readily took the idea of getting a drink for herself right out of her mind. There was something else about her, too, Sarah knew, and it caused her to watch the blonde with curiosity. She read through enough of those boring Azkaban files every day to know that she was looking at another former prisoner, one whom she hadn't met behind bars. Elaine—or someone else—must have found her first, Sarah supposed, which was almost a pity. Oh, well, she must not have found her way there by accident. Funny, she thought, that their paths hadn't crossed yet, though it made plain how inefficient the Ministry could be.
Slowly, Sarah slipped off her cloak, not thinking through the fact that her badge was still visible once she had shed that extra layer. She probably could have used it in the dungeon environment, but it was too cumbersome. Even loosening a few of the buttons on her shirt sounded more comfortable than acting as though she could stand to maintain the image of some old-fashioned schoolmarm. She, of all people, was a real Minerva McGonagall, what with her blue hair and the lip frenulum piercing that would be visible the second she would open her mouth, not including her other piercings and tattoos.
@rachel
As soon as she was through to the gateway chamber, a part of her considered getting some liquor, knowing that she was back in the company of people around whom she could relax, relatively speaking. She didn't know all of the Purifiers very well and was more loyal to Fenrir's pack at the end of the day, so seeing a woman about her own age whom she didn't recognize as readily took the idea of getting a drink for herself right out of her mind. There was something else about her, too, Sarah knew, and it caused her to watch the blonde with curiosity. She read through enough of those boring Azkaban files every day to know that she was looking at another former prisoner, one whom she hadn't met behind bars. Elaine—or someone else—must have found her first, Sarah supposed, which was almost a pity. Oh, well, she must not have found her way there by accident. Funny, she thought, that their paths hadn't crossed yet, though it made plain how inefficient the Ministry could be.
Slowly, Sarah slipped off her cloak, not thinking through the fact that her badge was still visible once she had shed that extra layer. She probably could have used it in the dungeon environment, but it was too cumbersome. Even loosening a few of the buttons on her shirt sounded more comfortable than acting as though she could stand to maintain the image of some old-fashioned schoolmarm. She, of all people, was a real Minerva McGonagall, what with her blue hair and the lip frenulum piercing that would be visible the second she would open her mouth, not including her other piercings and tattoos.
@rachel
