I need you to come get me out of MLE holding cells.

And bring some money for bail.

And an attorney.


- Davy

WHO: Miranda Dodderidge (it's a narrative, but Davy Gudgeon is there doing his thang. And Xeno's around too!)
WHAT: A ministry protest disguised as a muggle performacne
WHEN: TODAAYYYY
WHERE: Godric's Hollow

( Ma'am, I'm going to have to ask you to stop spinning! )

Who: Miranda Dodderidge & Ralph Frobisher
What: I can't even.... tell you
When: After the demonstration!
Where: Miranda & Greta's apartment

( If he couldn’t promise he could last with her now, through this, he couldn’t promise her for better or for worse, for the rest of their lives )

It was very overwhelming to have so many people interested in her book. In her. Graciela had been more than surprised when Calliope suggested they do a tour of this large a scale, thinking that there was no way she had this many readers (even though the numbers...), pero. It seemed that she did. It was very, very overwhelming to see the lines head out of the bookstores and into the streets, and then there were interviews to be taken for local papers and---deus, she had just wanted to write a story. It was nice, of course, it was very nice to hear her readers' reactions personally, and to see how her stories had affected so many, but to be the reason behind the excitement in the room was---overwhelming.

She was a writer, you would think she could find another word.

The interviews and the events became too overwhelming when she was asked about her family, a theme that was very strong in her books. Graciela could not help but flounder and mutter her way through the questions regarding Alex as she was very sure only her direct family members knew about the divorce. They had managed to go through things so quickly because they had been so amicable about everything, because---they were still friends, they---

When she escaped to the green room after one disastrous wireless interview in Israel (her poor translator!), she nearly collapsed on the couch with relief. Graciela did not like lying, but there were only so many ways you could turn a question around and not really answer it at all. It was exhausting, and she winced when Edward entered the room, knowing how terrible the interview must have sounded like.

"Now you see---I work better with the quill," she joked weakly.