Time-Reel

Chapter one

*tap tap*

The bed stirs.

*tap tap*

A groan erupts from beneath a mountain of pillows and a white duvet.

*tap tap*

"FOR MERLIN'S SAKE!" A voice erupts from beneath the covers.

Emilia's eyes slowly strained open, burning as her conscious met up with her physical body. The sun shone directly into her eyes from the lack of material to actually properly function as bloody curtains; they were practically lace. As her eyes adjusted to the insufferable light, she turned her head towards the window, squinting to see a small figure perched on her windowsill. Letting out a huff, her eyes focus on her nightstand, a small, rectangular oak stand that held an empty bottle bottle of Firewhiskey. When did she finish that? She would have sworn she had at least half left. With the sudden realization that she had drank it all at some point the night before, she felt her bones creaked. Her brain felt as if it was swelling in her cranium, dying to be released from its constrants.

*tap tap* 

She rips the white duvet, that was practically sewn onto her, from her body. She sits straight up, rubbing her eyes with her hands. What the fuck could possibly be so important at - she looks at the gold metal clock on her night stand - 6:03 in the morning? Huffing, she runs her hands through her thick black hair in attempt to smooth it over. She looks at the large window pane to positively identify that the small figure was an onyx colored owl with a crisp envelope tucked between its beak. If it's another sympathy card, its going straight into the rubbish bin. She rolled her eyes and swung her legs over to the edge of the bed and pushed herself off and padded her way to the window. Yawning, she opened the victorian windows.

"Thanks for the wake up call." She smiled sarcastically, taking the envelope form the owl. The owl chirped back at her. 

Emilia closed the windows rather quickly, the nearly winter air sent goosebumps all over her body. She rushed back into the warm bed and propped some pillows up so she could lean against the old wooden headboard. Her eyes flickered over the front of it

To: Ms. Emilia Hoplink 

517 Church Lane

Godrics Hollow, West Country, England

Great Britain

She flipped it to the other side to see the envelope was closed by the Ministry of Magic's wax seal. This is better than another sympathy note, but not by much. They had already sent their condolences but what else could they possibly want from her? Emilia ripped off the seal and tore the letter out. Thankfully, it was only a single piece of paper. 

Ms Emilia Hoplink,

I first want to offer my condolences, again. Your mother, Ellanora, was one of the most outstanding witches I ever had the pleasure of working with and knowing. Her talents ranged far and wide and never have I known someone that harness dignity, beauty, and power as your dear mother did. She was one of a kind, and will be deeply missed. I would like to offer an invitation for a meeting this afternoon, at 2pm, with you regarding your mothers workspace here at the Ministry as well as her will. I regret the short notice, for as this must be dealt with quickly.

Best Regards,

Kinsgley Shacklebolt