oh look, another drabble
I was feeling rather shitty in general, my mood as irritable as the murky clouds outside which I knew were at the moment holding whispered (or not so whispered) discussions on whether to rain or not. Lighting and thunder were exchanged often. Those clouds needed to make up their mind. Or it could be just the magic charm doing what it was supposed to do and that was pretty much make the false window to my office reflect its owner’s temperament. Of course we weren’t supposed to have windows in our department. Secrecy and all that with all the, well, secret things we do. But I asked Milton why exactly we weren’t allowed them when even though the entire ministry was underground almost every department/division had a view to something besides the interior of the building and he vaguely countered that as staff of the Department of Mysteries, one could never be careful…or something to that extent. I admit I all but turned around and went back to my desk, leaving his words hovering in midair, confused as to who they were supposed to be going to. He was rather huffed out after that, claiming that I was overstepping my bounds as an employee and that he didn’t care who my parents were he’d talk to the department head about this, etc etc. Unfortunately, or fortunately I guess, depending on whose perspective you’re looking at, my father was in the office, having dropped by for the weekly father-daughter luncheon, and having been caught up in my supervisor’s, ah, excitement, he went settle the matter over afternoon tea. Which meant that I had to step in before Milton was either fired or fried, whichever my father was in the mood for, (personally I believe he should count himself lucky that it was the former rather than the latter direction that was taken in this case). In the end he was demoted, luckily for both of us. No need to add the event to the ever-growing Why I Hate My Last Name/ Please Let Me Switch Surnames With You list of abhorrence of my past.
Keeping up this style of thought is rather difficult. I think I need to read bits of Sunshine before each writing period or something so I can get in the mood.