Invisible String [t. s]

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May 16th, 1927.
London, England. United Kingdom.
British Ministry of Magic.

Amélie found herself in her office, an office that was right beside Theseus'. It was just as big as Scamander's but it looked larger thanks to the way she had arranged it. It was tidy, with her large bookshelf on one side and windows on the opposite side, a few flower pots here and there, and pictures, as well as a small liquor station near the window.

Twenty minutes ago, she was with Theseus, taking a break from their chores to chat and gossip, as one does with their partner. Yes, they're officially a couple. A couple of months after Jacob and Queenie's wedding, these two started dating officially, making office life more fun, for they had someone to share it with. And, as a matter of fact, today marks one year of sharing their lives with each other.

Five minutes ago, Scamander had gone to ask something to his assistant, at least that's what he said he'd do, but he was taking forever to come back. Amélie assumed Theseus had asked Porter whatever he had to ask him and proceeded to go back into his office to continue with his tasks, so she focused back on hers as she continued drinking the whiskey Theseus had poured for them as she went on.

She finished writing her report on a small mission she had gone to with Theseus and their Aurors, a successful mission in which many of Grindelwald's acolytes were captured, including Abernathy and Carrow, both of them were locked on special cells and would be taken to Azkaban in the morning. This meant they were one more step closer to finding Gellert and putting an end to his reign of terror.

The second she signed the paper, Amélie sighed and reclined in the chair of her desk, tying her slightly longer hair into a small bun on the back of her head. She looked at her pocket watch and smiled at the picture she kept of Theseus in it, he was laughing and smiling, narrowing his eyes like a little kid, it was taken few months ago when they had gone on a date. The watch marked 6:15 PM. Élie closed the watch and saw the glass she had emptied and the glass that Theseus had left there, with melted ice, and she frowned.

Amélie stood, grabbed the folder and walked out of he office to get into Theseus'. She knocked the door but no one answered, naturally, her hand found the doorknob and she twisted it to push the door open but she found the room empty.

"Monsieur Porter?" She asked as she turned around to face the assistants that sat across their doors on their respective desks.

"Yes, Madame?" Asked Alexis as he looked up from his typing machine.

"Do you happen to know where Monsieur Scamander is?"

"Oh, he left." Amélie looked surprised while both Porter and Madame Dupont looked at each other and smiled, knowingly. It was a smile Porter was trying to hide as well.

"What?"

"He asked me if the Aurors had handed in their last reports and I said they were on his desk, he signed them and handed them back over to me alongside his own report and then said he'd be leaving earlier than you."

"What an idiot." Muttered Rosier, this caused Madame Dupont to chuckle, even Porter cracked a smile. "Did he really leave?"

"About ten minutes ago, ma'am." Said Madame Dupont, which caused Élie to scoff.

"He mentioned he had left something for you in his office." Porter informed.

"Thank you." Amélie said as she nodded, before walking back into Theseus' office. There was a small envelope on the desk with her name and the number one written on it in carefully made handwriting, next to it a single red rose. Amélie smiled as she grabbed the flower delicately to take a sniff of its sweet scent as she left the folder with her report on the wooden desk and took a hold of the envelope. When she opened it, it revealed a letter.