For A Reason--Open

[Gracie Lee King]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #2e2e2e; width:430px; height:550px; padding:0px;] take me back to your bed I love you so much that it hurts my head. Say, I don't mind you under my skin. I'll let the bad parts in, the bad parts in. TAGGED: open WORDS: 446 A lot today just felt broken for Gracie King, most of those things didn't even matter to her. The fall feelings of coolness had just been preparing to come in for the few months they would but to her it felt cold, and empty. Like winter had since she had been thirteen at Beauxbatons. When Cecelia had been killed by that gunfire. At the time everything had seemed empty for Gracie, that was only the topping on the sundae of pity for her. Her grandmother had been cast ill and to the asylum, something her parents of course felt very ashamed of, and then there'd been Cecelia who had caused her parents amounts of pain. Although they always had had to bring Gracie in to it, who until twelve years of age hadn't meant anything to them. Then Cecelia was a squib and suddenly Gracie was the perfect child once more. She hadn't wanted that and it was funny for them to think that she had earned it even. Cast under her sisters shadow Gracie had been just fine until they'd taken her to parties with them as their new toy, the unbroken china doll just waiting to be cracked again. Even at school they'd favored her over her sister, and Gracie had just felt guilty. Like it had been her fault. Walking through the sheer glass doors of the office Gracie had worked in for the past five years a sudden feeling came over her. It was like warmth, something had changed here but she couldn't put her finger on it quite yet. Walking with grace to the elevator then going up in silence next to three different co-workers who all slightly hated her she let the small smile on her face continue. For some odd reason Gracie didn't feel like punching someone in the face, and it had only been ten minutes. Usually she would enter the building and critique everything someone had done, just like that. She was a rude boss sometimes but people needed to learn sometimes too. She was a tough boss, even more so a tougher employer when hiring. Currently she needed an intern but that could possibly be the least of her worries in a moment. Turning around to face her co-workers with a small smile then walk out of the stopped elevator Gracie headed down the long corridor towards her office. It had a view of Diagon Alley right out the window, where she was able to watch anything happen but at the moment she honestly didn't care. Waiting on her desk were twelve different intern applications to start off her day, something she found entertaining as always. NOTES: open open open!

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[JOSEPH TANNER]

Joseph had a long, boring day. Ever since the attack of Diagon Alley, the Dark Lord had been keeping to himself- plotting no doubt, but in the mean time Joseph was left with too much time to think. He was walking along the streets of Diagon Alley, enjoying the damage that was still being repaired. Those stupid people had been all but helpless, and had Charlie not been there they would have been sitting ducks.

Charlie- there was something suspicious about the bartender. His talent in legilimans was far more excelled than Joseph had first suspected, and the way he fought at the attack. He had been trained. What kind of trained wizard worked as a bartender? Joseph had wanted to blast him into oblivion that day, but Kiera had taken care of that first. Never the less, Joseph was still convinced she was a stupid little traitor. And now Charlie was safe in Mungo's- for now.

Joseph felt the familiar sensation of eyes on his back and looked up into a window of the daily prophet building. For a moment he met eyes with a pretty blonde young woman whom he recognized as editor in chief of the prophet itself. Joseph and the daily prophet had a love- hate relationship. On one hand it was basically controlled by the ministry, the contents as useless and inaccurate as the ministry itself. But it was also a treasure trove of information, and if it could be manipulated for the Death Eaters purposes...

The death eater glanced back up at the window, the woman had her back to him now, pulled the cuff of his robe lower overr his arm, and walked back towards the entrance of the building.Time to do something productive, or at the least, entertaining.