Like she'd said, the address Lenore had given Ed was not for her flat. Although, come to think of it she wasn't sure he'd ever been to it anyway so he might not have known the difference. In any event she wasn't staying there now- her flat. She still had it because moving everything seemed like too much work and she was fond of the spot but no, Lenore wasn't living there. She hadn't been for several months. It wasn't comfortable anymore. It didn't feel safe. If someone really wanted to, they could find her quite easily there so Lenore tried not to be. And, of course, being on the Ashworth's galleon meant she could afford to rent a room somewhere else- wherever else she pleased.

At this moment Lenore was in her current home away from home, a quaint but nicely furnished room above a quill shop in a mostly wizarding town in the country. She had everything she wanted or anticipated needing packed already. Now all there was to do was wait for Ed to show. She would have added 'if' but the bloke had said he would. If he didn't after the way he'd looked at her for suggesting differently, then he really would be a prat. It was still morning though and she wasn't sure exactly when he was planning to show. Breakfast might be in order. Since she had no way of knowing when he'd arrive, Lenore settled in front of one of her windows with a cup of coffee and a pastry to wait.

Well, Lenore still wasn't entirely happy with her Ashworth employment but at least it grated a little less this week. That was the way these things went sometimes, wasn't it? Tomorrow she might be fed up again but for now, it was hard to argue with all expenses paid and free rein. In fact, she rather thought she'd take off for Greece tomorrow. Surely there was something to be researched there.

Alright, maybe Lenore did miss the Ministry. She wouldn't have been comfortable there these days, but she did miss it. The shine had worn off working for the Ashworths and Lenore was starting to wish she had a real job. Being kept on retainer as a pretty toy was fine and well, she had more then enough leeway to do as she pleased, wherever she pleased, but being a rebel in the absence of any rules seemed to have devalued the fun in it. She missed having people she could piss off.

Since her last visit hadn't gone particularly well, Lenore had thought better of setting foot in the Ministry again herself. She'd sent a note though, just to let a certain someone know that if he wasn't too busy for his lunch hour, she'd be at that spot down the street. Whether or not Mac would want to see her, much less justify to himself leaving his office for a visit, Lenore wasn't sure. It seemed worth a try though. At the very least, she got a good sandwich and a coffee out of it. Lenore tapped a finger idly on the rim of her mug as she stared out the window, waiting for her food to arrive.

Because all of her friends are hiatus'd and I've not played this at all nearly enough, more journal threading post-attack and St. Mungo's.

When: Late Afternoon/Evening, Saturday, Oct. 7th ((after Mac's been chased off))
Where: Lenore's flat
Who: Lenore and Callum

( I will give her plot and let her play it, damnit. )

When: Saturday, Oct. 7th
Where: Lenore's flat

( Returning home, post St. Mungo's )

((Tag to Mac; though Ling, we should thread her and Callum again soon))

Order meetings usually left Lenore feeling less secure than when she'd walked into them and tonight's was no different. She'd managed to act normal but she was glad when it ended. Things didn't seem to be going well. She knew they weren't going well and the increased talk of action made her uneasy. It was bad enough just trying to keep her head down at the Ministry these days. What they expected her to do, she wasn't sure. Lenore certainly didn't intend to put herself out there any farther than she'd been forced to already.

She'd stuck behind to talk to Callum, walking over as soon as things had broken up because he was going to pester and call her on it anyway. She knew her friend would disagree with getting involved, it was part of why she liked him so well. They saw eye to eye on a lot of things. Hell, she disagreed with being there too. Then, Dumbledore had sucked Callum in, so as she saw it he had no leg to stand on today. Maybe later she'd talk to him about it for real- when there wasn't everyone else drifting around and slowly making their way out. If there was anyone Lenore would actually be completely honest with, it was Callum. He had school to be getting back to though and lingering here wasn't Lenore's first choice. No, she'd much rather get away from anything that associated her with this madness.

Lenore and Geoffrey in room 12 at the Three Broomsticks. Continued from this thread.

( Weekends are for de-stressing, after all. )

If you weren't at the Hogwarts Career Fair this weekend, you missed out. Or was I the only one who had quite so much fun?

I got to talk to students of course, a which was entertaining in it's own way. Dariana Davison came by and we agreed that she would be coming in for an internship this summer. The girl seems like she's going to be fun to have around. Ed's daughter stopped in as well. Interesting that. Nice girl though. You should be very proud, Ed.

Never did make it into Hogsmeade but the weekend wasn't a total loss either. Spend some time bothering Ed and Mac. Actually I suppose it wasn't much unlike a day here in that respect. Mostly.

[charmed friends only]
My best fabrication for the weekend? Telling a group of seventh year boys that Unspeakables write pornographic novels based on the exploits of Minister Locke.

I should write for the Quibbler.
[/charm]

Anyway, back to work.

Picking up from here because one never knows with Lenore.

( Oh, classroom shenanigans )

Well, yesterday was brilliant. I finally cracked that problem and found my fellow workaholic hanging around in the dead of night. Today though...

I just don't know.

[charmed private]

I hate feeling like this. Why do I need to hide behind people? None of it's even coming down on me and still I can't seem to feel right. There's just this bizare bloody unsettled feeling in my stomach and it won't go away. I passed Richards in the hall and just...ugh.

I feel like being anywhere but here. I had to leave Ed alone eventually, of course. I could bother Mac or Elijah but...they've got work to do too. I don't want to be alone but I'm not going to be anymore clingy than I already have been. It's unbecoming; childish.

Weak.

I think I'll just leave early today. Merlin knows I put in enough hours last night. They can't complain now I've finally cracked this. I'm here all the sodding time...

[/charm]

I probably just need sleep.

[charmed friends only]

Or sex. Any takers?

(That is, of course, a joke. Unless you're serious about offering.)

[/charm]

Oh, her head hurt. Quite a bit. Lenore was only conscious of being awake because of a rather unpleasant ache that seemed quite unwilling to let her sleep any longer. As she slowly became aware of her surroundings- she dared open her eyes only for a moment before the brightness definitely vouched against it- she realized she was not alone in bed. Well, not such a bad night then? Shielding her eyes, Lenore opened them cautiously again. The bed was comfortable. But not hers? That smell on the pillow...Mac?

Oh, my. Yes, that was definitely Mac next to her. Lenore certainly wasn't opposed to this but, well, she'd kind of hoped she'd be able to remember sleeping with him when she finally managed it. It was far too early- bright, loud, whatever- to worry about it now though and she carefully rolled over, pressing a hand to her eyelids. "Merlin," she muttered quietly.

She should move, probably. If Mac had been anywhere nearly as far gone as she must have been last night finding her here probably wouldn't go over so well. Damn him and his morals. There was probably a couch she could wander to and make this whole thing less awkward... If only moving didn't seem so painful. Trying to make as little noise as possible, she slowly sat up (and promptly pressed a hand to her head). Oi.

She still had a shirt on, that was good, right?

So. Another year, another birthday. Haven't decided whether to be happy about it or not yet.

It certainly is quiet in the Ministry. Holidays do that to people, I imagine. Families and all of that. It's ruddy boring is what it is. Maybe I'll skip off early; Merlin knows everyone else is. Then again, being without family I'm sort of holding down the fort. This year though? I don't know that I care to. A blanket, coffee, and my big comfortable chair sound like a good way to pass the weekend. Who am I kidding? I'll get bored sooner than all of that. Who knows?

It's definitely too quiet down here. I'm taking off.

[charmed safely friends only, which would include Mac, Ed, and Elijah right now (Chandler too, I suppose, though how he would see I don't know)]

You think hell is such a bad place? I guess I'll find out, eventually XD

((I really do love her...))

So, that new intern Reg Chandler had sent her way was supposed to be starting today, wasn't she? Lenore looked shuffled through the papers at her desk and muttered to herself. She'd put the file here somewhere. Ah, there it was. Hmm. Damnit, she should have headed up to meet the girl half an hour ago! Taking the file with her so she could review the Dari's qualifications on her way, Lenore hurried out and onto the elevator to the main level.

Very professional, Lenore she cursed herself. Ah, well. She'd planned to head up early anyway so hopefully the girl was only just arriving? Lenore couldn't have planned to head up so early because she'd known she would get distracted and forget just like she'd done. Oh, no. That certainly wasn't the case at all. Merlin.

If she has time, Lenore might actually reply to you. Eventually. Or she may get distracted by work and ignore the owl.