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The thought of marrying Cecily Gallivan had occurred to Fitz in the way that the thought of marrying any attractive young lady did: a firm maybe and a hasty step away to more pleasurable topics, like sport or brandy.Fitzroy Prewett in Well. That took a turn.
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To Walk Alone
Monday, June 21st, 1891 — Shortly after the workday ends — Ministry of Magic
Topaz preferred to have her father accompany her to the Ministry of Magic for her nights spend in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, even after nearly four years of coming in three times a month. There was a certain security in having the former Minister for Magic by her side, and it meant that she didn't have to look at anyone or talk to anyone between the Atrium floo and the cell door. Since Papa had gone back to work in 1889, however, it wasn't always possible. The shorter days in the winter made it particularly difficult, because she needed to be locked away before the work day even finished more often than not. Even in the summer, though, where the sun stayed out a little longer and the moon wasn't pressing in quite so hungrily behind it, there were sometimes days when he wasn't able to make it home in time to fetch her. A Department Head didn't have quite so many responsibilities as the Minister did, but there were still plenty of things on his plate, and Topaz didn't want to insist. She was enough of a burden already without interfering with his work.

She'd sent him a brief owl: On my way in to DR&CMC; see you tomorrow morning. Love, T. Then she'd pulled on her cloak, with the hood up over her head and hiding part of her face even though the weather was too warm to necessitate a cloak. It wasn't really to protect her from the cold: it was to protect her from people's staring. It didn't really work, but it was better than nothing. At least the hood gave her something to hide behind, so that she didn't have to look back at them. At least it was a short walk, and a familiar one. The people in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures were too used to her to stare (at least, the ones who lingered after the work day ended), so it was really just the walk from the floo in the Atrium to the lift door that was troublesome. It wasn't very far, and she had her cloak for comfort: she could do this. She always did.

Except today something was different: someone had stepped into her way. Topaz didn't see their face, because she had fixed her eyes on the floor as she walked (one of many tactics to make herself less noticeable in public, less obtrusive), but she saw their feet, and she frowned when they stood there and didn't move. Her eyes flickered up to their face just long enough to see whether they were looking at her — if they were focused on something else she could just move around them without incident — and found they were.

"I know where I'm going," she said, tone quiet but firm. Perhaps they thought she needed directions; perhaps they hadn't recognized her. That seemed to make more sense than someone actually going out of their way to talk to her. People didn't talk to her; they only stared.

The day was coming to an end, yet Sweetie was not thrilled to be headed back home. Now there were two debutantes in the house. Something she was not. Everything their parents had strived to teach them felt meaningless. Yet she moved forward as she could.

Despite her worried mind, she couldn't help but notice the cloaked figure. Typically she was either still working or enough within her mind to not notice or care. But today she was on edge. Perhaps it was the month of Darling being a fresh debutante and Cupcake now becoming engaged. It was too much to bare. Perhaps it was just that her mind begged for something else to think about.

And think she did, thinking that someone cloaked should not belong in a place like this. A person cloaked was nothing but trouble. "I am sure you do. But what is your business at such an hour." She stated with a tone of authority. It wasn't as though she needed to know what time of the month it was.

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Sweetie prefers to go by the more proper name of Rachel, and your character may know this.
Her suspicion had been correct, then. This woman had interrupted her only because she didn't recognize her. On the one hand, this was better than someone having stood in her way intentionally to say something cruel about her to her face (which had happened before, on some early occasions where she'd been bolder about venturing out of the house). On the other hand, she didn't know what to say in response. She hardly wanted to come out and be blunt about it in the middle of the Ministry Atrium, even if she was a little annoyed at the interruption.

"They're expecting me on level five," she answered instead. This might be enough clues for the woman to put together why she was here, since level five was where the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures was, but even if it wasn't perhaps it would be enough to get her to go away. She couldn't have been a security witch, Topaz didn't think, so it wasn't like she had any rights to be asking about Topaz's business anyway. It wasn't her business.

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