A/N: It's baaaccckkkkk. I've had a revelation people! I saw the light! I didn't need to rewrite the whole story!
That's right, Destined to Implode is alive and kickin'. I've worked out what I'm going to do and my resolve is back. Adder and Fred will have an ending after all! If you're a new reader welcome! You have sixteen chapters to catch up on. If you're my return readers who aren't throwing rocks at me for taking the story down in the first place well you have a REALLY good chapter coming up! Enjoy everyone. I for one, am really happy to be back!
"I really need that report on my desk by two this afternoon. The treaty between us and the hill giants depend on it, Walker. I don't know if it will be safe by September if we don't get it done. Would you want to send your family to Rowlings under these conditions?"
"Of course, sir. I mean, of course you'll have that treaty; I wouldn't want to send my family at this point. It's almost done. I just have a few revisions to do and I need that translation, which should be here by noon."
"Right. Now Drew, have you spoken with Britain's head Auror about those wizards that broke their contracts and were supposedly making their way over here?"
"Yes, I just got off Floo with him about a half hour ago. Interesting man. Doesn't seem as if he could be a savior for anything, let alone England's wizarding race. He was very scrawny."
"Yes, but his systems seem rather formidable and he sure jumped to the top of his ranks in an impressive amount of time. So I don't think you should compare yourself as better, because sometimes brawn isn't everything. I've read about what things were like over there and the amount of our kind coming for refuge here then was almost a nightmare. That has to speak for something."Head Auror Drew gulped as Dad's look bore into him.
Oh my God. Why was I here again? I hated sitting through Dad's meetings, but he told me to arrive at this time so I did. Which was really lucky on his part. That I was even here I mean. Surprise, surprise, we was too busy to speak to me. Why call me in if he doesn't want me there?
I flung my legs over the arm rest of the chaise lounge and pointed my toes so my ankles cracked. This was so boring! I let out a pointed sigh and Dad looked up from behind his desk, eyeing me over the top of his reading glasses. He took them off, rubbed the bridge of his nose roughly, before shoving them back on his face and turning to the two men in front of him. That was warning look number one. It's as if he doesn't know his own daughter.
I began to examine my nails. The black polish was chipping. I rolled over on my stomach and began to noisily riffle through my bag, letting out more and more pointed sighs. Dad cleared his voice and I looked up, giving him an innocent smile.
"Sorry Daddy, just looking for my nail polish. I have to entertain myself somehow," I remarked, snapping my gum loudly and tapping the glass bottle against my nails. Dad raised his eyebrows at me in warning and turned back to them. Warning look number two.
"Sir, I admire your belief in their Head Auror. Our diplomacy with England is very important and you run it spectacularly," Walker declared. Dad smiled at his Head of Magical Cooperation politely. God, Walks was such a kiss ass. It made messing with him extra fun when he came over for dinners at our place. I snorted and the men all looked at me again.
"Sorry. The nail polish fumes got to me again," I sighed, making my gray eyes wide and innocent. The two heads smiled at me but Dad gave me another warning look. Ding, Ding, Ding! There's number three! And my time here is over!
"Addison, why don't you go wait out in the reception area? I shouldn't be much longer." Dad questioned. I raised my eyebrows threateningly. "I'm sorry. I keep forgetting you don't go by your given name."
"Way to elude support Dad. That deadpanned voice just makes you seem sooo interested in my choices," I replied with a small eye roll. He made a shooing motion with his hands so I flicked my wand at my nails, drying them instantly. The two minions' eyes widened. I gave them a sweet smile and skipped from the room. It was my greatest pride and joy, shocking people. I paused in the mirror and fluffed my hair up. My hair was just normal—and I think I finally figured out a way to make a change that Dad can't reverse. I quickly wiped off some of the heavy eyeliner from under my eyes and turned to his receptionist, a tiny little witch that always looked at me like I was going to bite her head off. It was probably because I told her I had my Dad wrapped around my little finger and to honor her job with her life. Like I said…I go for the whole shock factor thing.
"Go ahead and tell Daddy that I went to the closest city by broom and I unfortunately won't make our meeting. Tell him not to set my place for dinner," I commanded before turning on my heel and ignoring her shouts of protest. Adder Ryan doesn't listen to anyone but herself. After all, when your Dad's the American Minister of Magic, you can pretty much do whatever you want.