Break Time

Susan sat down at a table at Sparks Bistro & Bakery after ordering a green tea. She wanted to get out of the Ministry for her break, she knew she could eat lunch but she didn't have much of an appetite do to the fact she had just healed a very badly injured Crup, who's owner tried to cut off it's tail on their own. She hated it when people just did things to their pets without researching it or bringing it to a specialist. She cared very much for the animals that were brought into her care.

She picked up the Daily Prophet and started to read it. She flipped pass the gossip and the stuff she knew was just a bunch of crap. She found another article about the 'mysterious illness' that was plaguing the wizarding world in the UK. She found the 'illness' rather interesting, she wanted to know more about it. She had been on a cleaning furry at home because of it, she didn't want any of her kids getting this 'illness' or whatever it was. She personally believed it could be a wizard-made disease but she wasn't a Healer so what did she know about wizard disease.

She began to drink her green tea while reading the article. She was glad that she wasn't worrying about work for once, she had been so worried about the Crup puppy the pass three weeks she had forgotten how great it was not to be worrying about work. She wondered what new creature she would be having when she got back. She instantly scolded herself for thinking about work while on break.

((sorry to leave you hanging! Been busy))

Not a moment passed when hIs labours were not on Monroe Ashcroft's mind. That was, as circumstance should have it, the reason he ate at Spark's Bistro & Bakery. Khaat Lupin's side project was a popular dining room for a certain sort of ministry worker.

Susan McMillan not among their number, however. So what was her business looking so exhausted all by her lonely self? Surely it wasn't to meet any of the wannabe high-fliers swarming around the bar.

Ah well. They worked in the same department and although Monroe had little liking for crups or kneazles, he had a lot more liking for intelligent conversation.

"I didn't know you had lunch here," he commented, drawing up a chair, "else I'd have suggested a rendezvous."

Susan put down the Daily Prophet when she heard a voice talking to her. She didn’t want to be rude and most of what was in the Daily Prophet wasn’t worth the paper it was written on. She wasn’t very fond of the Prophet, she never had been. She fondly remembers Rita Skeeter and her Aunt getting into one time. Wands drawn and the whole ball of wax, all it took was one small flick of her Aunt’s wand she had a zipped zipper for a mouth.

“Why hello there, I didn’t see you come in. I don’t eat here very often, I mostly go home to eat to make sure the kids haven’t gone wild,” she said with a smile. “Well, I’ve been eating at work since I got quite busy with work,” she added. It was hard to catch her without a smile; she found it much more appealing then frowning all the time. Maybe her youngest two children were wearing off on her.

((No worries. I'm working on changing Susan's job and I recently had her get divorced since you've been gone))