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When: the morning after the election Who: @gemma-greengrass ( Gemma Greengrass ) Where: Gemma’s home

When morning came, Nellie felt decidedly worse about everything that had taken place the night before. The new developments for both the Ministry and the Order were going to be increasingly difficult to work around, and Nellie wasn’t sure where to begin undoing them. However, she knew that there were still people she needed to check in on, and Gemma was currently at the top of her list. She had gotten word about Alastor just after he and Suri had been taken, and Nellie knew the fallout from it would be catastrophic. She had little doubt that Gemma and the rest of the Shacklebolts were out for blood at this point, and truthfully, she was right there with them.

Stopping to grab two coffees, she finally made her way to Gemma’s. They would undoubtably need a little energy boost to get through the day, and she had a feeling that this conversation was going to be a difficult one. She wouldn’t be altogether surprised if Gemma tried to storm Azkaban herself, and while Nellie supported the energy, she knew she needed to stop that particularly plan from playing out. They would come up with a plan, of that she was certain.

Knocking on the door, Nellie called out, “Gems, I’ve got coffee. Open the door.”

The events of the last 24 hours passed by in what could only be described as a surreal whirlwind, a fever dream of inconceivable proportions. While Gemma suspected the days that would follow the election would be perilous in nature, she certainly didn’t anticipate that Alastor and Suri’s arrest would almost immediately follow, nor would an attempt be made on her life. With these events came an increased sense of foreboding, the palpability of which ignited an even great sense of urgency within Gemma. Not to say she had been sitting idly by up to that point. In fact, it had been quite the opposite. When she wasn’t gaining necessary intel for the Order or tending to the daily affairs at the apothecary, she spent what little time that remained shuffling between the Moody and Shacklebolt residences. Having just come from the latter household, Gemma was not planning to stay at her flat for long. There were places to go, people to see, plans to be finalized - the latter of which was her primary concern. As soon as she grabbed a few essentials and made sure that Masha was fed, Gemma had every intention to depart from her flat once again, unsure when she would be returning.

Hearing a hurried knock at the door, Gemma promptly walked to the entrance of her flat. She normally would have reserved some sense of caution in answering the door, but she knew the distinct patterns of the knock, reserved for a select few in her circle that she trusted implicitly. Having a sneaking suspicion who stood waiting on the other side, Gem made haste to open the door, pushing the door open with almost excessive vigor. “And here I thought Sebastian coming to finish what he started,” Gem grinned, though she suspected this was a topic that would be coming up in conversation soon, in a far more sobering manner. But that moment had not yet come, and she ushered Nellie inside, grabbing the coffee and placing it on the counter before wrapping her best friend in a tight embrace. Her arrival could not have been more timely, and she was equally grateful for both the coffee and the company. Gem had been running on pure adrenaline after last night’s events; if she had any hope of getting through all that the day would bring, she was going to need all the energy she could muster. “Not that I’m not overjoyed to see you, but are you here on your own volition, or to make sure I haven’t broken into Azkaban yet?”

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