Walden was distracted at work. He kept thinking about Pyxis and seeing her again after... everything. Rider was silent, of course. Rider never gave away anything about her when Walden asked for it. Walden respected that, even if he didn't like it. Pyxis was Rider's best friend and Rider's first loyalty was to her. It made sense. Rider and Walden hadn't been close before... everything that happened in their seventh year happened.
Still. The temptation to write to Rider to ask about her, or to just go to Magical Law Enforcement and see if she was there was strong. Sometimes he read about her making arrests. He always felt absurd pride when he did. Pyxis didn't need him to cheer for her. She could be her own champion. She'd always been strong.
He jumped when a stack of paperwork was thumped down on his desk, looking up at Sam McKinley, who was grinning at him. "Where's your mind, Macnair? We need it here if we're going to get our man elected Minister."
"I'm here, I'm here," Walden said, pulling the papers towards him. "Someone has to do the grunt work."
"Exactly," Sam agreed. "The glamourous life of politics. Paper cuts and really bad tea. Lunch is in half an hour. I have memos to send out." He waved as he left Walden with his paperwork.
Walden tried to concentrate, but it was mindless work, leaving plenty of time for him to think about other things, like Pyxis's mouth. Her smile and her lips. The way she'd seemed so at home in his over-sized shirt. Next to the memory of her in his arms, politics didn't seem so important.
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