She did the requisite eye-roll (and maybe stopped early enough to enjoy the departing view of one Ludo Bagman), but allowed a very satiated smirk to slide onto her face when he was out of view. Greta Catchlove most certainly had a lot to smile about these days, you had better believe it. Topping the list was likely the unholy glee she derived from a stir-crazy Ludo. They ran on his schedule well enough during the season, and it was a nice change of pace to be able to dictate the whens-and-hows of their time together. She idly wondered if this power-trip was healthy, and if it was perhaps something she could further explore in the bedroom. Greta made a mental note to suggest it to Ludo when he returned.
Speaking of notes…
"Hell," she mumbled, shooting up. Tomorrow Kobe was seeing a Healer and asked Greta to come along. She'd forgotten entirely, and wasn't sure enough of the time to know if she could work her scheduled interview around it tomorrow. Knowing how her cousin was, she thought it best to send an owl to verify the time or ask her to wait til Jonas could make it. Hoisting herself out of bed and wrapping the quilt haphazardly around herself, she walked over to the desk to scribble it off now. "Too many bloody pregnant witches," she murmured to herself.
After rooting around on the desktop and drawers, however, she was unsuccessful. "Parchment, Ludovic," she hissed while shaking her head. "Scraps. Anything."
What she instead found was a bound book. Flipping through it, Greta saw a blur of numbers and other scribbles, until she got to a blank page and ripped, leaving it open. Reaching for the quill, she went to dip it in the ink well and sighed. It was nearly dry, but it would no doubt be pushing her luck to complain about that as well.
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