Kitty was exhausted. She had spent the entire night poring over and endless stack of papers and her eyes were rimmed red from the lack of sleep. She cursed her accelerated aging and ran a hand through her grey hairs. After some time, she had deemed it foolish to continue dying her hair and now deemed herself a "silver fox", which got a few laughs. London was in a state of disrepair. She found herself stuck on the losing side of a financial battle that was essentially great black hole for money, which her entire cause had none of. The fiscal state of her rebellion had never concerned her, but suddenly she was vying to place commoners in charge of the government, all the while attempting to allocate resources that were nonexistent. Rebecca Piper had shot off like a bomb as soon as her organizational and revolutionary skills were discovered. She hardly saw Piper anymore, as she had become the eager young face for the reposition of parliament. Kitty had a whole gaggle of people working for her, all of them eager to push their new government of the ground to test it's wings, and Kitty was left straggling behind, holding them back with each obstacle they came to face. Though she may have been keeping it all preliminary and relatively inactionary, she reasoned with herself that she would much rather launch a government campaign that would actually work and last through the centuries than one that would be easily torn down by the upturn of new magicians. This brought her worried mind to the main issue at hand. The remaining magicians were scattered, but they were practically oozing with wealth. Those that hadn't collapsed along with the government had either been hoarding or had invested their money in more functional matters. The result was a staggering amount of opposition from a handful of magicians who currently possessed nearly 98% of the entire countries wealth. It was a ridiculous thing that Kitty had never thought this through, but here she was. Now, it seemed the only thing to do was convince the magicians that they should support, fund and participate in this new government structure. Kitty groaned aloud at this thought.
"Jeez, is somebody getting the nasal congestion again?" The dark skinned boy appeared from the darkness, settling onto the desk facing her, his legs sprawling out across the stacks of paperwork. She glared at him.
"it is not a thing. I just moaned a little at the terrifying concept of the rebellion I led turning into dust and all of England burning me at the stake because of it."
"It is a nasal thing. You can even help it, it's probably part of your accent. And chin up, I was once burned at the stake and it really wasn't that bad. Granted, a decent portion of my essence is made of fire, but it still tickled. I've been an advocate for witch rights ever since."
Kitty groaned again, rubbing her face with her hands.
"Great. We'll be sure to win with you on our side. How am I supposed to even do this, Bartimaues? I keep thinking I'm going too big with my approach, but then as soon as I start looking at the small bits, some huge, all encompassing issue comes out of the blue and lands on my desk in the form of paper. Then when I start focusing on the big picture fifty little issues pop up!"
"Are those represented in sticky notes? Because if so, there are probably more than fifty here."
Kitty couldn't help but grin at him. She stood up, her knees creaking slightly from sitting for so long.
"Come on, lets go get a drink before it's bloody sunrise."
"before? They don't serve mimosas till morning though. I don't mean to sound queer or anything, but those things are quite possibly the only human food I can stand."
The two of them bantered their way down to the pub, flicking off the office lamps behind them.