Hello lovelies. For those of you who were redirected here from Journey of a Thousand Miles, I apologise. This story is somewhat similar in concept, but different in approach.
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"Ms Jones."
"Minister."
For a moment, they merely looked at each other from opposite sides of the great oak desk. Then she began to laugh at the absurdity of it, the formality. After a moment, his chuckles joined hers.
"Ah, old friend," she said once they'd stopped, "it's good to see you again. You know, when we're not in hiding and trying to stop a war."
"Sometimes I think the Order was the only thing that made us all friends," he said thoughtfully.
"Last week I tried to owl Sirius, to tell him how my niece is doing in her studies – things that he would've wanted to know. Then – " her voice cracked. "Then I remembered that it's over. There's nothing we need to fight against now."
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Quite short and rather detached. But it might make sense later.
