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*The recent Order meeting revolving around Regulus Black, Bartemius Crouch and Imperius Curse had managed to damage Emmeline Vance's usually impenetrable demeanor to some extent. While these changes were not displayed during her working hours, as there was simply no room to show such a weekness as she fought sneaking suspicions of her plausible radicalism. However, she had become more distant with people those she shared a more personable relationship and, perhaps more frustrating to the orderly woman, neglected to manage her Muggle expenditures.
Poised over the side of her mahogany coffee table, Emmeline's silver-barreled pen glides purposefully over the deposits and withdrawals column of her chequebook. Her brows furrow as she pauses every now and again to do the math in her head, but she has managed to keep her simple addition and subtraction skills up to track despite being a witch. Studying her total, she finally places the chequebook inside her purse. Leaning back into the leather chair, she looks over her shoulder at a knock on the door.*
Davey, are you expecting anyone this morning?