Post by dominic on Feb 25, 2013 23:03:57 GMT -5
It was the middle of the night as Dominic sat in his new office, papers on every surface. One lone candle was lit which casted a warm, yellow light over his desk. He had a quill in one hand, signing and writing on pieces of paper, one after the other. The other hand was running through his hair as he yawned and tried to keep himself awake. He was the only one left in the office. Well he assumed he was since it was incredibly late. He had practically lived here since he had been chosen as the new Minister. He wasn't sure if he liked the role or not yet, he was glad he could help everyone but he felt an awful lot of pressure following Kingsley. Everyone still missed him and it almost felt like because Dominic was now in his position, everyone was blaming it on him.
He opened one of the numerous letters on his desk only to find a howler inside. he sat there as it screamed at him. He felt his fists tense and the paper burst in to flame, the ash fluttering down on to the white scrolls in front of him. More hater from more people who blamed him. He stood abruptly, Don's words ringing in his mind from the day it had happened. He blamed him also. Dom blamed himself. He had been right there and he'd done nothing. He burst from his office, the door slamming in to the wall as he stalked out, needing to go for a walk.
He walked around the halls, nodding at the few people he passed. Most greeted him politely, like they should though a few didn't. He made his way to Level 10, with no reason why except for the fact he knew no-one would be there. He made it to the deserted halls and walked down them until he saw candlelight. He frowned before realising it was coming from Fiona's room. He forgot all about her, with the past month. He walked forward, surprised she was still awake. He hated that she was kept down here in a jail cell but of course she seemed to prefer it.
"Fiona, why are you still awake?" He asked. They'd only met once before but it had been an intimate meeting with her nearly killing him.
He opened one of the numerous letters on his desk only to find a howler inside. he sat there as it screamed at him. He felt his fists tense and the paper burst in to flame, the ash fluttering down on to the white scrolls in front of him. More hater from more people who blamed him. He stood abruptly, Don's words ringing in his mind from the day it had happened. He blamed him also. Dom blamed himself. He had been right there and he'd done nothing. He burst from his office, the door slamming in to the wall as he stalked out, needing to go for a walk.
He walked around the halls, nodding at the few people he passed. Most greeted him politely, like they should though a few didn't. He made his way to Level 10, with no reason why except for the fact he knew no-one would be there. He made it to the deserted halls and walked down them until he saw candlelight. He frowned before realising it was coming from Fiona's room. He forgot all about her, with the past month. He walked forward, surprised she was still awake. He hated that she was kept down here in a jail cell but of course she seemed to prefer it.
"Fiona, why are you still awake?" He asked. They'd only met once before but it had been an intimate meeting with her nearly killing him.