This Journey With You

Drifting

          Mr. Williams finally returned to the foreign affairs office about a week later. Hermione had done her best to avoid any possible gloating from him by spending time with each of her ambassadors who were being sent on missions. Currently, she was in an office at the end of the corridor that placed plenty of distance between herself and her egotistical coworker.

          A broad chested wizard with dark ringlets splayed in all directions sat across the desk and beside him was an incredibly thin witch with a chin length bob and silvery, square glasses. The two were pressing Hermione about their instructions which she was happy to give them.

        The male asked in a rich, rather deep voice, "Wait, so when I arrive, I'll meet up with a bloke named Theron Renaud?"

        "Yes, and you'll be staying at an inn called, 'La Cachette d'Ebony' most likely for a week before you can move in with Mor Chegall and his wife, Evangeline. They will be the hosts during your stay. Then there's the matter of-"

         A breeze ruffled her hair as a folded bit of parchment landed in her lap, it's wings fluttering. There were a limited number of people that could have sent it and she had a feeling it was a blonde git who was trying to irritate her. She picked the plane up and placed it at the edge of the desk so she could focus on her employees.

        "As I was saying," she resumed. "There is the matter of your meetings, Gerard. There were no details given about when you'll meet. I will not have that information before you leave. You will need to wait until the French representative sends you the owl to your home- that will be the same for you Adelaide, when you go to Botswana-"

         There was a sudden tapping againsther elbow. She looked down to see the parchment, now unfolded, wrapping against her sleeve. Hermione frowned and pushed it away with her quill, back to the edge. A corner of the parchment twitched as if ready to go back to pestering her.

        Gerard's voice brought her back as he said, "I saw that we are visiting the Felere family, now does that mean we will-"

        Again, the parchment had slid back and tapped Hermione's arm and she frowned.

       Adelaide giggled. "Must be important, Miss Granger. Someone really wants your attention."

       "Or," Hermione grasped the dry paper and held it up. "Someone is doing a good job of irritating me. I suppose I better open it in case it's from Mr. Williams." It couldn't have been from Miss Quinn since all of the parchment she used for letters were a deep fuchsia.

      Opening the note, Hermione quickly scanned familiar handwriting.

        Granger,

        I'm in the neighborhood of the Ministry of Magic to visit my dad. Problem is, I've been here nearly five minutes and he got pulled away temporarily. I was growing bored and thought I'd check to see if the brightest witch in England was up to anything interesting?

      Love,

     Your dearest, Frederick

     The words made her cheeks go pink and she mumbled something incoherently. She didn't like how her heart quickened at the thought of him being not a few floors away from her.

      "You alright, Miss Granger?" Gerard's eyebrows knitted together.

      "You look bothered," Adelaide crooned, her blue eyes twinkling. "What did the letter say?"

       "I am perfectly fine, it's just a friend trying to be funny," Hermione shrugged as if she didn't care, folding up the parchment and tucking it into the back of one of the books at the desks. "Going back to our conversation, yes, Gerard. You will most certainly be visiting the Feleres. The point of that visit is to discuss what happened to their son and what the Ministry of Magic is personally doing about retrieving him if he's still in England."