March 3rd, 1894 — Minister of Magics office
The air in the Ministry of Magic was always thick with a sense of purpose, bustling wizards and witches weaving through the labyrinthine corridors, each occupied with their own responsibilities. Christabel, dressed in a tasteful yet modest gown, her dark hair neatly arranged, strode purposefully through the busy atrium. She loved this - the sense and feeling of purpose. In another life she would have lived for this!
Her destination was her brother office, a place she often frequented these days - rightly or wrongly tormenting her brother with information she thought would 'help' him in his work. Today, her agenda was clear: to discuss the revolutionary developments in South Australia and the intriguing advancements in Muggle politics - both of which were fabulous news as far as she was concerned.
Pushing open the door to the anteroom to Ozy's office, she was met Mrs Ainsworth sitting at her desk, the door to Ozy's office beyond open to what was clearly an empty room. The desk, typically cluttered with parchments and quills, was neatly organized, devoid of her brother's usual presence. An involuntary sigh escaped her lips, recognizing the familiar evasion tactics of a brother well-practiced in dodging familial discussions.
Undeterred, Christabel approached the secretary. With a polite smile, Belle cleared her throat before speaking, "Good day, Mrs. Ainsworth.Might I trouble you to inquire about my dear brother? I had hoped to share some rather fascinating news with him, and I fear he may have eluded me once again." she asked, quirking a smile.
I am my mother's savage daughter, The one who runs barefoot cursing sharp stones
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I am my mother's savage daughter, I will not cut my hair, I will not lower my voice
MJ made glory
![[Image: x2GW7DK.png]](https://i.imgur.com/x2GW7DK.png)
I am my mother's savage daughter, I will not cut my hair, I will not lower my voice
MJ made glory