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sarahlooo · 10-17-2011, 04:49 PM

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Originally Posted by redifer

The Junior Undersecretary was patrolling the corridors to ensure people were doing precisely what they should be. While she was making her rounds she was going through a mental checklist for her and Nye’s wedding. Tomorrow they’d be leaving for the Caribbean for a beach wedding. It would be a small, simple and quick ceremony. That’s how Nye wanted it. Lately she had found herself not really having much an opinion, and just doing exactly what Nye wanted. But Medea was happy with that, he made her happy.

Unfortunately, Nye wasn’t the guy she thought he was. He was in awful financial situation, and knew she had money. For months now he had her under the Imperius Curse, the length of time under the curse was starting to greatly affect her memories.

An employee along the side caught her eye; he was dusting the various portraits. She… knew… him…. Didn’t she? Medea squinted as she attempted to remember his name, Mason. Yes that was it. Something deep within her ached, as if he meant something to her. But the woman couldn’t recall anything. The whole thing was fogging her mind and the woman stopped and looked at him. Why did it feel he was so very important to her?

She struggled for words, "I.. err. You umm." This was insane, she shook her head as if to shake her thoughts into order. The the Undersecretary spoke with authority, "You missed a spot."

Just as he was about to move to the next portrait, Mason heard a voice coming from a few feet away. Lowering his wand, he turned his head to see the last person he wished to see. Medea. As much as he would have liked, Mason couldn't stop staring at her. He felt his heart ache, remembering when she left. And when he discovered that she had completely moved on and found another man to make her happy. Something that Mason could never do.

Swallowing hard, Mason shook those thoughts from his head. He couldn't think about that anymore. She was gone, and was never coming back.

Mason watched her struggle for words until the real Medea came out. You missed a spot. Mason clenched his jaw a little, and reminded himself not to get angry. Ignoring her comment, he moved to the next portrait and began dusting it. "If you're here to mock my measly position in the Ministry again, don't bother. I already know. I don't need your help anymore." His tone was a lot more bitter than he thought it would be. Mason knew he was at the bottom of the food chain at the Ministry. He hated his job. So much, that he would rather be in Magical Law Enforcement, in trouble, and stuck with Armen Recard teaching them how to apparate again.

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sarahlooo Shrake Join Date: Feb 2010 Location: Rohan Posts: 12,679 Hogwarts RPG Name: Louis Bracken Gryffindor Sixth Year x3 x1	Sardines ♥ BHB ♥ Dallie ♥ Grumpy ♥ MY SUN AND STARS ♥ i love julia Quote: Originally Posted by redifer The Junior Undersecretary was patrolling the corridors to ensure people were doing precisely what they should be. While she was making her rounds she was going through a mental checklist for her and Nye’s wedding. Tomorrow they’d be leaving for the Caribbean for a beach wedding. It would be a small, simple and quick ceremony. That’s how Nye wanted it. Lately she had found herself not really having much an opinion, and just doing exactly what Nye wanted. But Medea was happy with that, he made her happy. Unfortunately, Nye wasn’t the guy she thought he was. He was in awful financial situation, and knew she had money. For months now he had her under the Imperius Curse, the length of time under the curse was starting to greatly affect her memories. An employee along the side caught her eye; he was dusting the various portraits. She… knew… him…. Didn’t she? Medea squinted as she attempted to remember his name, Mason. Yes that was it. Something deep within her ached, as if he meant something to her. But the woman couldn’t recall anything. The whole thing was fogging her mind and the woman stopped and looked at him. Why did it feel he was so very important to her? She struggled for words, "I.. err. You umm." This was insane, she shook her head as if to shake her thoughts into order. The the Undersecretary spoke with authority, "You missed a spot." Just as he was about to move to the next portrait, Mason heard a voice coming from a few feet away. Lowering his wand, he turned his head to see the last person he wished to see. Medea. As much as he would have liked, Mason couldn't stop staring at her. He felt his heart ache, remembering when she left. And when he discovered that she had completely moved on and found another man to make her happy. Something that Mason could never do. Swallowing hard, Mason shook those thoughts from his head. He couldn't think about that anymore. She was gone, and was never coming back. Mason watched her struggle for words until the real Medea came out. You missed a spot. Mason clenched his jaw a little, and reminded himself not to get angry. Ignoring her comment, he moved to the next portrait and began dusting it. "If you're here to mock my measly position in the Ministry again, don't bother. I already know. I don't need your help anymore." His tone was a lot more bitter than he thought it would be. Mason knew he was at the bottom of the food chain at the Ministry. He hated his job. So much, that he would rather be in Magical Law Enforcement, in trouble, and stuck with Armen Recard teaching them how to apparate again. __________________ January ★ Natalie ★ Evangeline ★ Pierson ★ Louise