Tibs glance at his watch for the sixth time as he raced down the hall. He was running late to meet Elena for lunch. He never ran late, but his office was so hectic this past week with the new laws passing. The owls just wouldn't stop coming and then there were all the floo calls, he was almost in over his head.
But people were happy. They felt safe. Sure there were the few critics, but there always were. Things were looking up. Now if he could only make it to lunch on time.
He finally made it to the waiting room only ten minutes after he was suppose to be there. He leaned over and greeted his wife with a kiss really hoping that she wouldn't call him out on the fact that this was the second day in a row that he was late.
"Hey," he said with a grin, "ready for lunch?"
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