A change of subject was welcome. Miranda had never enjoyed herself being a topic of discussion and her relationships being the subject was far worse. Jason and her had their own awkward history, discussing her husband with him was something she’d rather avoid. Unfortunately, the line between being a former friend and lover, and his boss, was blurred and difficult to tread.

A few more things before Marren finished his rare bit of weekend working and a mildly guilty thought crossed her mind at this mention. Today her nephew was marrying the mother of his child. Most of the family were there, Miranda had decided that it wasn’t for her; not the day after the news of her own marriage hit the public unexpectedly. She’d sent George a concise owl this morning, explaining her wish not to detract from his big day with her news and wishing him luck. In the envelope had been a Gringott’s cheque for 60 galleons. Miranda wasn’t a rich witch, but with the option of giving her relatives money as opposed to seeing them, she was more than happy to sign her signature and donate.


“If you need someone to back you up against the Board, with arguing for in house ingredient growing... just let me know.” Jason commented and despite herself Miranda gave a rare, genuine smile.
“Thanks,” It had taken months to get the board to finally consider her proposals for in-house growing and brewing. Miranda had put together the plans and argued the case back in September, yet unfortunately, the poisonings had been the only thing to encourage them to look into it seriously. Before, they’d simply informed her that buying in was cheaper, no discussion.

“They really have no choice but to accept my proposal now. But the money for setting it up and the new jobs has to come from somewhere.” The witch gave a shrug, frowning. “We’ve haemorrhaged it through pay-outs to families and…” Realising that she was sharing, Miranda stopped speaking and shook her head. “well that means I’m about to live up to my villainous reputation again.”

The coffee mug still half full, the Head Healer placed it on the desk between them and stood, her emerald and gold robes falling loosely from her shoulders.