Night of October 19th, 1893 - The Augurey
A secret: Kieran was sober. It was hard to be in the Augurey without drinking, and harder to stomach the election without it — but it was Election Day, and Jude might need him. So he was sober, and he was tired, and from their observations of polling locations and the Wizengamot's election officials — Jude had done better than anyone expected?
But they wouldn't know until the morning, when the Prophet announced it. Polls had closed hours ago. Kieran was feeling antsy. And he could tell, from looking at Jude, that Jude was exhausted — of course he was. He'd been running for Minister for months, being perceived by more people than ever, and out of his comfort zone. And to so many of them he would always be the cause.
The crowd had thinned out. It was mostly their friends now. Kieran, who had been shadowing Jude for much of the day, put a hand on Jude's shoulder. "Can we go home?" he asked — Kieran's home, Jude's home, it didn't matter, but they had to get out of here eventually, and Kieran wanted to be with Jude when they did.
But they wouldn't know until the morning, when the Prophet announced it. Polls had closed hours ago. Kieran was feeling antsy. And he could tell, from looking at Jude, that Jude was exhausted — of course he was. He'd been running for Minister for months, being perceived by more people than ever, and out of his comfort zone. And to so many of them he would always be the cause.
The crowd had thinned out. It was mostly their friends now. Kieran, who had been shadowing Jude for much of the day, put a hand on Jude's shoulder. "Can we go home?" he asked — Kieran's home, Jude's home, it didn't matter, but they had to get out of here eventually, and Kieran wanted to be with Jude when they did.
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set by MJ!