Bored.
Zoned out, Perdita's bright blue eyes glassed over as she stared into space. She wasn't paying attention. She
never paid attention. Hearings were boring. She didn't know why she even had to be present. She was a secretary! She opened mail and made coffees! There had been a speight of wizards growing plants and then deciding to smoke them and sell them on stuff. It was good stuff, actually. She'd tried a little. She went into the room where the evidence was stored and had a small amount. She'd really enjoyed it, actually. It certainly broke up the monotony of the day.
Yawning, she twirled a lock of dark hair around her finger as her mind wandered. Was it still raining outside? What did she want for dinner? Had her new carpet been delivered? Had she locked the door to her balcony this morning?
It was a fairly tedious case. A wizard, Maximus Diggle, had been caught dealing. She half-listened as someone explained to the court that he'd been busted extracting poison from plants, distilling it to get rid of said poison and then mixing it with other things. Mixing the poison with alihotsy, which caused hysteria, then caused the consumer to be oddly blissed out. Diggle had been experimenting with different sorts for different results. He'd only been caught because he'd taken a rather large dose before a Weird Sisters gig and then pretended to be a ballerina.
Personally? Perdita thought it was hilarious and she was going to ask if she could buy some before she jumped at the sound of a gavel. Oh. Maximus Diggle was just getting fined and all of his "equipment" was being seized. Plus, he was banned from parks, forests and any open grassland. How anticlimactic. Urgh.
It was a dreary Tuesday afternoon in early spring. The snow had melted but there was still a tinge of winter in the air. The wind was bitter, it could cut you to the bone so Perdita was hoping to hang around for a little while until the drizzle stopped. The scraping of chair jarred her again and she woke with a start as someone pushed past her, causing her to quickly gather her things and adjust her
dress. As usual, her boss ignored her. He was usually the first one out of a court hearing that involved his department. Perdita, however, did not share his work ethic.
The court emptied quickly but she stayed put. Yawning again, she adjusted her papers and shifted her bag. She had no rush to get back to her dinky little office. "Office" was a generous word. It was more like a shoebox with a desk wedged into it. She didn't want to get her boss' coffee or pretend to be enthused about it. She'd rather sit here for a little while longer. The court was large and mainly wooden, quiet and peaceful. Stretching, she let out a soft moan as her neck cricked, releasing a little bit of pressure that had her shivering in pleasure. Excellent. She needed a pedicure and a massage, pronto.
She was hoping Ares would be there. She assumed he would be. He was a court scribe. A really hot court scribe. She liked to come here and stare at him. Perdita wasn't really sure if they were friends. Acquaintances, maybe. They'd once had sex on the witness stand. The memory made her toes curl in pleasure as her eyes darted over to the particular place, forcing her to fold her lips together to try and suppress the giggles that threatened to escape her.
Standing, her heels echoed as she stepped down and onto the floor, pleased to see him already there as she advanced. "Good afternoon, Mr. Awning," she purred pleasantly. "How are you?" She asked, aware that there were one of two stragglers who had just left the court. Her eyes flicked to the door and then back to his face as she offered another slow smile. Her pale fingers extended to softly touch one of his collar points, a finger tip just brushing the hollow at the base of this throat. "New shirt?" She asked, tilting her head. "The colour suits you."
