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sweetpinkpixie · 02-18-2025, 05:57 AM

Joana could barely contain herself.

The parchment sat on her desk, framed, the Ministry seal gleaming in the lamplight and her new department head's signature beaming at her, and she still found herself re-reading the words every now and then while she sorted through the mountain of paperwork and files already accumulated on her desk, half-convinced she had conjured them herself in some feverish, sleep-deprived delusion. Gone were the days of poring over immigration policies and international cooperation statutes, offering her services as a tour guide and specialist to help acclimate the news foreign transfers that, while necessary, had left her craving something more. This...this was where she belonged. The Wizengamot. The British Office of Wizarding Law. A Ministry Jurisprudent, no less. Not just enforcing policies, but shaping them. Not just interpreting the law, but guiding its very philosophy.

Joana exhaled sharply, steadying herself. Focus. She would celebrate later, perhaps let Regina drag her out for a drink or even indulge Tyrus for an evening, once she had accomplished more than keep her desk organized and spell and fact check a couple policies that had passed by her during her first weeks on the job. For now, she would continue to let it all settle deep in her bones.

Pulse perpetually thrumming with excitement for the foreseeable future, Joana selected a set of dumbbells - the weight heavy but familiar in her grip. As she settled into her stance, she finally allowed herself to release the tension buzzing beneath her skin. Somewhat, anyway, as her thoughts drifted right back to the latest draft amendments left on her desk and the research she had been pouring herself over the past couple of days deep in the legislative archives, reviewing the historical precedents for portkey-related reforms and the Magical Lawâ€™s stance on transnational travel, tiptoeing the intersection of freedom and security. She could almost feel the weight of it all pressing on her shoulders, much like the weights in her hands. This level of critical thinking and analysis demanded more than mere dumbbells, which meant she needed to find herself a spotter so she could safely tackle the bench and overhead press - or enchant them, but that felt like a magical liability waiting to happen.

"Legislation is action. Action is change," Joana reminded herself quietly as she grabbed her bright orange towel, swiping away the beads of sweat forming on her brow. She stretched to loosen up her muscles, preparing for another round - her gaze still scanning the room, on the lookout for a seemingly elusive spotter so she could push herself further and up the ante a bit.

02-18-2025, 05:57 AM	#21 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie Wizarding World RPG Admin Gladrags Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Leprechaun Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 40,925 Hogwarts RPG Name: Professor Cox Ravenclaw Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: Briallen Ashburry-Hawthorne Gryffindor Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin Third Year Ministry Department Head: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor: Victor García Massey Ollivanders x12 x12	looking for a workout buddy ^___^ astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf Joana could barely contain herself. The parchment sat on her desk, framed, the Ministry seal gleaming in the lamplight and her new department head's signature beaming at her, and she still found herself re-reading the words every now and then while she sorted through the mountain of paperwork and files already accumulated on her desk, half-convinced she had conjured them herself in some feverish, sleep-deprived delusion. Gone were the days of poring over immigration policies and international cooperation statutes, offering her services as a tour guide and specialist to help acclimate the news foreign transfers that, while necessary, had left her craving something more. This...this was where she belonged. The Wizengamot. The British Office of Wizarding Law. A Ministry Jurisprudent, no less. Not just enforcing policies, but shaping them. Not just interpreting the law, but guiding its very philosophy. Joana exhaled sharply, steadying herself. Focus. She would celebrate later, perhaps let Regina drag her out for a drink or even indulge Tyrus for an evening, once she had accomplished more than keep her desk organized and spell and fact check a couple policies that had passed by her during her first weeks on the job. For now, she would continue to let it all settle deep in her bones. Pulse perpetually thrumming with excitement for the foreseeable future, Joana selected a set of dumbbells - the weight heavy but familiar in her grip. As she settled into her stance, she finally allowed herself to release the tension buzzing beneath her skin. Somewhat, anyway, as her thoughts drifted right back to the latest draft amendments left on her desk and the research she had been pouring herself over the past couple of days deep in the legislative archives, reviewing the historical precedents for portkey-related reforms and the Magical Lawâ€™s stance on transnational travel, tiptoeing the intersection of freedom and security. She could almost feel the weight of it all pressing on her shoulders, much like the weights in her hands. This level of critical thinking and analysis demanded more than mere dumbbells, which meant she needed to find herself a spotter so she could safely tackle the bench and overhead press - or enchant them, but that felt like a magical liability waiting to happen. "Legislation is action. Action is change," Joana reminded herself quietly as she grabbed her bright orange towel, swiping away the beads of sweat forming on her brow. She stretched to loosen up her muscles, preparing for another round - her gaze still scanning the room, on the lookout for a seemingly elusive spotter so she could push herself further and up the ante a bit. __________________ We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back......................................... But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass..................................... The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like