The library had been cutting hours, and while Emmeline didn't particularly need the money, she needed the escape into her work. It was monotonous most of the time, but it was something to keep her occupied. These full days off in the middle of her week were beginning to grow tiresome, and Emmeline was now in search of a new job. She absolutely hated that she hadn't been able to keep a job for more than a few months at a time...but she found that it wasn't her, but the job that grew boring or...well...no, a lot of it was her, too.

There was nothing out there, though, that could maybe keep her interest. Some part of her wished she hadn't been burnt out at St. Mungo's as quickly as she had been, but Emmeline knew she wouldn't have been able to handle to hospital with everything that had gone on last year. So, what? A ministry desk job? She'd want to kill herself even faster than she had at the library. Diagon Alley? A store clerk? After all of her O.W.L.s and N.E.W.T.s? Everything seemed like such a waste of time, and the noise of this cafe was not helping her focus.

Frustrated, she dropped her newspaper and stared up and into the crowd of the cafe. She couldn't remember how she'd found this place, but it was muggle and out of the way, so---it was a great surprise to see someone she recognized from Hogwarts. Emmeline caught Barty Crouch's gaze and she acknowledged him with a quick smile before looking back down at the paper. She'd been friendly with him, at some point, but Emmeline felt no need to start a conversation with a man whose roommate she'd singlehandedly sent to Azkaban.

WHO: Gideon and Fabian Prewett
WHAT: think of the CHILDREN
WHERE: Kings Cross, Tuesday September 1.
STATUS: Uninished Log (fabian part added in comments.
NOTES: This (and their life sorta) to the tune of: Warboys;

( If the sky that we look upon / Should tumble and fall / And the mountain should crumble to the sea / I won't cry, I won't cry / No I won't shed a tear / Just as long as you stand, stand by me )