Mia grinned deviously. "Trust me, when I do take that bitch down, I'll be quite the
cunning little serpent," she said with an assured air. "At least until I'm allowed to rip my
claws into her."
"Have I ever told you how much fun it is to visit your office?" Laurel asked as she
leant back in the chair, kicking her small feet up on the corner of Mia's desk right on top
of the stack of papers Umbridge dropped off.
Mia grinned. "Have I ever told you what an informative friend you've become?"
The rest of Mia's workday fared much better.
After Laurel left to return to her duties as the Minister's secretary, Mia set to work
filing away the papers that Umbridge had left with her, but not before pulling out several
older documents on laws that might help her take down the bitch in the long run.
Shortly before lunch, Arthur stopped by to catch up on the latest gossip, and Mia
filled him in on her morning. Arthur, in turn, vented to Mia about Molly's latest bout of
nausea, to which Mia advised that he tell Molly to stop eating corned beef. After raising a
confused eyebrow at her, she simply added, "Your son hates corned beef."
Arthur once again argued that he believed it would be a girl this time around, but
that he would pass along the tip to his wife just in case.
Mia stepped out of the fireplace of her flat and dusted off her robes before setting
her large bag down and removing her travelling cloak. "Sirius! Remus! Anyone home?"
A relaxed grin settled on her face as she moved further into the flat. "You are not
going to believe the day I've had. Laurel just gave me some information I can probably use
against that awful witch that's trying to pass―"
She stopped cold in her tracks when a familiar metallic smell assaulted her senses.
Her eyes widened, and she reached for her wand, rushing down the hallway toward
her bedroom door. Gasping as she opened it, Mia brought her hands to cover her mouth,
dropping her wand in the process.
Sirius sat on the edge of their bed, his skin pale and eyes glazed. His Auror robes
and shirt were in a pile at the foot of the large four-poster, and Lily was kneeling in front
of him, a flannel in hand, wiping blood from his exposed arms and chest.