Post by Theo Bowre on Jun 11, 2011 22:35:19 GMT -5
It fascinated Theo that inter-departmental mail through the Ministry of Magic was something of a freight train. Reports, letters and memoranda that were not otherwise delivered in person would be routed through a complex series of tunnels and flight paths that were often stalled by policy, security screenings and clerical error. The seventh floor would sometimes get the mail for the third, magical catastrophes would end up in the offices of the Floo Network, and on occasion, a carrier owl would lose its desire to serve, dropping its post in the Fountain of Magical Brethren. Mail demons aside, Theo was certain that his brother would get this letter, because unlike the dozen or so he sent before via the Department of Magical Games and Sports, he took this one to Jack's office in person. The envelope bulged slightly in the middle; neat all-caps declared the recipients as one MINISTER JACK HARKNESS (and his adorable kids). Theo only hoped his brother would actually respond.
Bowre used the quietness of the ungodly morning hour to his advantage: he successfully bypassed the Atrium's security desk (which often gave him problems) and eased his way through the halls of the Minister's Office completely unnoticed. The lack of difficulty in reaching his brother's desk caused a cautious Theo to question whether there had been cutbacks, but as soon as his eyes caught sight of the executive's inbox, a peak of excitement (and perhaps hope) floated his worry away. He gave a silent prayer before setting his envelope on the very top.
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Dear Brother:
Please find enclosed a batch of tickets for our upcoming national match in London next week. I know you've been immensely busy with work these past several months and that it's been impossible to attend games during the season. I hope that the proximity of the stadium pitch to your office might afford you the opportunity to go with the family: we're certain to lose against England and I apologize in advance for placing you in a situation where you might have to cheer for both home and Queen's country.
I miss you, Jack. I miss the kids beyond words. I had been wondering whether you were upset with me, I hadn't heard from you in so long. But I caught you on the SpellCast. You were amazing, truly amazing, but call it brother's intuition.
I wish there was something I could do to lessen your burden so that you didn't have to carry the weight alone. You are the smartest, most brilliant person I know and because I feel like I can't say it enough: I'm proud of you. So proud. You've made a difference. Maybe you can't see it when you're trapped inside your office but out here on the streets, you are the answer. You're someone that we all look up to. We're running out of heroes, Jackie. But you can't let the work kill you.
Please come next Friday. Please.
Love and miss you,
Theos.
Bowre used the quietness of the ungodly morning hour to his advantage: he successfully bypassed the Atrium's security desk (which often gave him problems) and eased his way through the halls of the Minister's Office completely unnoticed. The lack of difficulty in reaching his brother's desk caused a cautious Theo to question whether there had been cutbacks, but as soon as his eyes caught sight of the executive's inbox, a peak of excitement (and perhaps hope) floated his worry away. He gave a silent prayer before setting his envelope on the very top.
* * * * * *
Dear Brother:
Please find enclosed a batch of tickets for our upcoming national match in London next week. I know you've been immensely busy with work these past several months and that it's been impossible to attend games during the season. I hope that the proximity of the stadium pitch to your office might afford you the opportunity to go with the family: we're certain to lose against England and I apologize in advance for placing you in a situation where you might have to cheer for both home and Queen's country.
I miss you, Jack. I miss the kids beyond words. I had been wondering whether you were upset with me, I hadn't heard from you in so long. But I caught you on the SpellCast. You were amazing, truly amazing, but call it brother's intuition.
I wish there was something I could do to lessen your burden so that you didn't have to carry the weight alone. You are the smartest, most brilliant person I know and because I feel like I can't say it enough: I'm proud of you. So proud. You've made a difference. Maybe you can't see it when you're trapped inside your office but out here on the streets, you are the answer. You're someone that we all look up to. We're running out of heroes, Jackie. But you can't let the work kill you.
Please come next Friday. Please.
Love and miss you,
Theos.
