Post by Fiona Kinsella on Aug 6, 2009 21:52:28 GMT -5
It was a very rare night indeed when Fiona actually left the Department of Mysteries. Since Augustus had put her in charge of the department, she literally had not left the department unless it was with Augustus himself, like that horrid night when he had brought her to the nightclub. She often tried to re-imagine that night in her head, pretending that dear Mr. Rookwood had spent the evening dancing with her and then bid her goodbye with a kiss. It was only a fantasy, of course, and that was all it ever would be. She certainly wasn't good enough or pretty enough for him to ever see her as anything more than an incredibly loyal employee.
Tonight, however, she had accidentally encountered the Minister of Magic himself, and, after learning that she hadn't seen the outside world for the better part of a month, he had ordered her to take the night off. Even Augustus couldn't go against the orders of the Minister, so Fiona had no choice but to leave for the evening and pray that everything would be OK.
Once outside, Fiona wasn't entirely sure what to do with herself. She probably should have gone home, but instead, she found herself wandering the streets of London, dazed. It was a total sensory overload for her, all the bright lights and loud noises. As she walked, she noticed a familiar name: Galligan's Italiano. Most nights, when she was alone in the lab, she would order takeout from this very place. Almost impulsively, she stepped inside and went to the bar. Maybe she could order her dinner here, rather than getting takeout.
"Er... um, hello," she said to the person behind the bar. "Is it possible to order a meal here at the bar?"
Tonight, however, she had accidentally encountered the Minister of Magic himself, and, after learning that she hadn't seen the outside world for the better part of a month, he had ordered her to take the night off. Even Augustus couldn't go against the orders of the Minister, so Fiona had no choice but to leave for the evening and pray that everything would be OK.
Once outside, Fiona wasn't entirely sure what to do with herself. She probably should have gone home, but instead, she found herself wandering the streets of London, dazed. It was a total sensory overload for her, all the bright lights and loud noises. As she walked, she noticed a familiar name: Galligan's Italiano. Most nights, when she was alone in the lab, she would order takeout from this very place. Almost impulsively, she stepped inside and went to the bar. Maybe she could order her dinner here, rather than getting takeout.
"Er... um, hello," she said to the person behind the bar. "Is it possible to order a meal here at the bar?"
