Perhaps it is too late for coffee.

astoria-helene-greengrass:

Absolutely. I would love that.

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Thank you, for everything.

You are very welcome, pajarita.

Perhaps it is too late for coffee.

astoria-helene-greengrass:

And as you well should. I mean, have you met me? I’m just a lovable person.

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I love you, too.

True, true. Very true.

Bring Mr. Malfoy over. I insist. Give me a time and date, and we’ll have a proper dinner, yes?

Perhaps it is too late for coffee.

astoria-helene-greengrass:

That sounds perfect. I’ll talk to him and see when he’s free.

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[Astoria laughs, looking fond] Yeah, I’d guessed as much. You’ve—you’ve probably guessed as much but my mother and I haven’t been particularly close for years now. Truth is, I’ve felt closer to you in the past year than I have with my mother since I was about fourteen, and that means a lot.

Astoria, you are the closest thing to a child I will ever get, and I do not regret it for a second. I am allowed to say that now that you are graduated, but from the moment you walked into my office, I have loved you more than I had any right to.

Perhaps it is too late for coffee.

astoria-helene-greengrass:

I know. And I appreciate that, more than I can say.

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You’re really good to me, you know that?

Please come by for tea sometime this week. Let me make you dinner. Bring Draco, if you’d like, I would love to meet him properly.

You are very special to me. Did you know that?

Perhaps it is too late for coffee.

astoria-helene-greengrass:

They know we’ve got a spy in there. They don’t know who—and that’s not going to change. I’m not adding any more danger to my daily load.

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She hasn’t. I’m fine, really. Please don’t worry.

Oh, Astoria. You know I’m going to worry regardless.

Perhaps it is too late for coffee.

astoria-helene-greengrass:

Draco, of course. Ginny, Blaise, my sister, Beau. The people working for her. And now you.

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I’m fine, really. I’m being looked after.

We need to call another meeting. Everyone who has received a letter - you are right in that you are being looked after, but this…development…changes quite a few things.

This woman - she hasn’t hurt you, has she? Please do not lie to me, Astoria, I know that you are capable of handling much more than your peers, but that doesn’t mean you should have to.

Perhaps it is too late for coffee.

astoria-helene-greengrass:

A couple months now.

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The only thing she’s made me do so far is choose between Draco and Daphne, as to who falls under the umbrella of my protection. I chose Draco. It’s not like Daphne can’t defend herself better than I could defend her, anyway.

Dios. Dios, Astoria.

Who knows? I am sorry to ask so many questions, but - who knows?

Perhaps it is too late for coffee.

astoria-helene-greengrass:

I don’t know. It’s a woman, I know that; she says for us to just call her Nex. Dark hair, feral eyes, absolutely beautiful; I’ve never met her before.

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When I know more, you’ll know more.

How long has this been going on?

Astoria - what has she made you do?

Perhaps it is too late for coffee.

astoria-helene-greengrass:

Turns out I have leverage that makes me indispensable.

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You’re safe, too. So is your family. Unless you make any kind of direct attack, you’re protected—hell, even then, you are.

Astoria - 

Who?

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astoria-helene-greengrass:

I can poke around a bit. I—there’s something else.

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Hypothetically speaking, Nex tried to kill my sister. And hypothetically speaking, I went to Nex to try and bargain for her safety. And, hypothetically speaking, I got in with Nex.

What?

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astoria-helene-greengrass:

This is why you’re my favorite.

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Why do you think she did that?

I want to say because she is a bureaucratic nuisance, redundant as that sounds.

I have a feeling, though, that she is a great deal more involved than she would have us believe. Whenever the Ministry sticks its nose in, something is not right, and we ought to have been keeping a much closer eye on Ms. Kensington - a mistake I do not intend to make again.

Perhaps it is too late for coffee.

astoria-helene-greengrass:

Did she, now? I’m not surprised. I always thought she had something to hide.

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What did you tell her?

I told her, if you’ll forgive the vulgarity, to Fuck Off.

Politely, of course.

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astoria-helene-greengrass:

Ooh, what were you looking at?

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Anything exciting?

Old family histories, house elf accounts, newspaper articles, and anything in the archives I could get my hands on without raising any eyebrows.

Did I tell you Serafina Kensington came into my office the other day? She wanted to know why we were looking through her files.

Perhaps it is too late for coffee.

astoria-helene-greengrass:

What’s better than being a political wife? All the perks, none of the responsibilities.

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So what about you? What have you been up to?

It’s certainly one way to look at it.

Laying low, mostly. I thought I had stumbled across a few things, but nothing of consequence. It’s funny how the end of term became vastly more important than my mortality, but I suppose that’s academe for you.