the_debt_of_time

full moon was at the highest point in the black velvet sky, the only thing that had been able
to calm their nerves was shifting into Animagus form and curling up together beneath the
window in their flat that let the moonlight in.
In between filing away reports about cauldron thickness, law appeals, and arrest
records, Mia spent her time reading over Guidelines for the Treatment of Non-Wizard Part-
Humans and the original 1637 copy of the Werewolf Code of Conduct, which had not been
amended even once since it was put into place centuries earlier. Since her job was of little
impact on her own life, she used it to learn about the laws and regulations currently in
effect, as well as old laws and pureblood traditions of which she had been previously
unaware. It was amazing how many ancient customs were still viewed as legal in the
Wizarding world.
"Accusing a pureblood with more than four generations of pure magical ancestry of being
anything but a pureblood is an offence worthy of action taken by the ancient laws, and the witch or wizard
has the right to duel their accuser to the death for the slight against their name." Mia read some of the
laws aloud, rolling her eyes dramatically after every single one. "Merlin, these insane
traditions and customs explain so much about people like the Malfoys."
A bright and cheerful voice brought her out of her distracting thoughts: "Good
morning, Mia!"
Mia turned her focus up to the figure in her doorway and smiled. The tall, lanky
redhead stepped into her office and sat himself down in the chair opposite her, on the
other side of her desk.
"Hello, Arthur. How's your wife?"
"Not pregnant!" Arthur said with a laugh.
She had been in her new office for less than three hours before a young clerk from
the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office came in with a stack of parchments needing to be
filed away after someone hexed twenty Muggle door knobs to lock and unlock at random
intervals with the intention of selling them to Muggle criminals for the purpose of burglary.
Mia had been shocked to meet the man she had once considered a father figure—
the actual father of one of her best friends in her other life. Arthur Weasley in this time was
not much different from his older counterpart: joyful and kind to everyone he came into
contact with, but also extremely defensive of his family and those who could not defend
themselves.