order(ed)
Location: McKinnon Farm, court Time: 10th of January, rather early in the morning Status: Closed, for @silveranddittany
Usually Bran would’ve tried to argue her way out of this job, or at least accepted it solely with a visible, palpable air of disgruntledness. Today she was just ... tired. It wasn’t the first time happened. Being called to the Estate and ordered out on a job. Being asked to put her medicine training into use by brewing people tea. Being this tired...
More failures after stupid arguments after failures after illness. This was how she’d recapitulate the last three months she had had. There was not a single thing gone right. No cause for joy or celebration or even pride. The Order decided on yet another mission? Sure, whatever. The Order refused to listen to the points she had to make and how they could actually begin harming the other side? What else was new? The Order sent her an owl at six in the morning, ordering her around to run after one of those whiny children that for some reason wanted to be in the Order but had no willpower whatsoever? All right!
It all seemed futile now, anyway. To fight or not to fight. At this point she just had to ride it out. So when that Remus Lupin boy she’d been ordered to talk to walked past, she raised a hand and snapped into his face to attract his reaction, but barely even bothered looking up from her gaze going into nothingness -- somewhere past the gates. “How’s a-going, pretty boy, I was told to give you a message.”
