The owl had come late last night, a general missive sent out to anyone who was vaguely connected to the field of rescuing people, from the Office of the Minister. Zelda had decided she would go even before she saw that The Voyager was involved — she was an unmarried woman with no small children and a large amount of magical skill, of course she was going to go. She wasn't sure how she felt about The Voyager being involved, actually — not that she didn't want to spend time with Alfred, just that she was worried that if she was here people were going to treat her as Alfred's girl rather than as the professional she actually was.
She hadn't gotten much sleep, which wasn't unusual for — too busy rattling around trying to get ready (not that she was bringing much), and too energized about the work to be done once they were off. She knew people on the boat, she thought — she knew a lot of young women, so odds were high, but she was fairly confident she knew specific people who had gone on it, too.
Zelda got to The Voyager a little bit before dawn; she had an easier time picking it out than some of the other Ministry staffers, because she'd been on the boat before. She'd saved this boat, actually; the deck underneath her felt familiar. Hello, friend Zelda thought, with a wry little smile to herself. Would it be weird if she went to say hello to the curse? She'd personified it a bit, by the end — and they'd become friends, sooner or later.
Alfred's voice startled her out of her reverie. Despite her conviction that she was going to have to be professional, Zelda grinned at him. "Not quite," she said, putting her hands in the pockets of her coat, "I'm here to work on the catastrophe for the Ministry, actually."
She hadn't gotten much sleep, which wasn't unusual for — too busy rattling around trying to get ready (not that she was bringing much), and too energized about the work to be done once they were off. She knew people on the boat, she thought — she knew a lot of young women, so odds were high, but she was fairly confident she knew specific people who had gone on it, too.
Zelda got to The Voyager a little bit before dawn; she had an easier time picking it out than some of the other Ministry staffers, because she'd been on the boat before. She'd saved this boat, actually; the deck underneath her felt familiar. Hello, friend Zelda thought, with a wry little smile to herself. Would it be weird if she went to say hello to the curse? She'd personified it a bit, by the end — and they'd become friends, sooner or later.
Alfred's voice startled her out of her reverie. Despite her conviction that she was going to have to be professional, Zelda grinned at him. "Not quite," she said, putting her hands in the pockets of her coat, "I'm here to work on the catastrophe for the Ministry, actually."
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AMAZING set by MJ