#mina 001

[jo-rivera]

@mina-lewis​

It had been a long day. Cold weather and fall break approaching was making the kids listless - she was pretty sure she'd only had one student raise their hand willingly all day. And truthfully, with everything that had happened with Xander and his bride-to-be, Jo was having trouble focusing on the anatomy of a cell, too. Of course, she acted as peppy as ever, but it was a relief to finally get home and drop the act. She checked on her mother, first, as always. But once she knew her mom was alright, she headed up the stairs to the room they'd turned into Mina's makeshift art studio.

It was nothing compared to like what she'd had back in Seattle, Jo feared. But it would have to do, for now. She slipped into the room, sure Mina would be there, and approached her from behind. Her arm wrapped around Mina's waist and she pressed her lips to Mina's cheek. "Hi, babe," she murmured. She'd hardly seen her all day, but that was the problem with school starting at 7 AM. She turned her head to look at what Mina was working.

"Is this your new project? It's already beautiful." She let go of Mina's waist and took a step back to really look at it. "Have you gone out at all, or have you been working on this all day? You have to make sure you're getting some sunshine. I mean," She looked to the window and clicked her tongue, "as much as you can, anyway. Port Vale's just like Seattle that way, right?"

[lxcius]

who: @minaburke where: Lucius’s office when: late on November 6th, 1982

Almost a week had passed since the Halloween ball, and while the the party itself hadn’t been all too exciting, the event after made the evening more interesting. Aside from getting ready and taking pictures with his son, it was probably the most exciting part of the night. For whatever reason, Prospero had relaxed the guest list and allowed anyone off the street to attend. As Lucius weaved through the crowd, he found himself rubbing shoulders with those he thought didn’t even deserve to be in the same room as him. It was one of the reasons they needed to push their cause forward, so his son would never have to be in crowds like that one.

The glow of Halloween had faded now though, and as always there was Confederation work to be done. In particular, there were house elf rights activists to deal with. On Lucius’s desk before him sat a pile complaints. Usually the activists didn’t rear their ugly heads until closer to the Christmas season, but it seemed this year some of them wanted to get an early jump on things.

Though they protested all year long, the Christmas season particularly pushed the house elf rights activists’ buttons because that was when stores would temporarily employ house elves, either from an agency or rented from a wealthy family such as his own.

“Why can’t they just mind their own fucking business,” Lucius sighed. He tossed up the letter at the top of the pile and with a flick of his wrist, sent the yellow piece of parchment up in flames. The ashes fell like snow over his desk as he leaned back in his chair and continued to complain to Mina. “What the do they think a few letters are going to change? I know the Confederation wants me to draft a response to shut them up for while, but it’s just tiresome. Couldn’t have some intern just have regurgitated the same statement we gave last year, using slightly different wording?”

Lucius knew why that wasn’t an option, but he was frustrated. It was late, and more than anything he just wanted to go home.

“I don’t even need to read any of these letters to write a response. Every year they all say the same shit.”

[kibble-and-kickflips]

Who: @momentomina When: Mid-Afternoon, August 3rd Where: Eden Ros Police Department - Forensics Office

Bringing his dad lunch at work was a little more of a chore these days, a few years divorced from it legitimately being a way to make himself feel useful. It was more of a reminder that he was a forgetful man, and that Sammy was still the only responsible adult in the house keeping things together. However, it did mean he got to build some good relationships with the people who knew a thing or two about the town, the ones at the police station and forensics offices who didn’t sneer at a kid asking curious questions and offering baked goods in response. 

Sammy had grown a little bit out of the more annoying habits, a little more palatable to everyone working there, but he still had his favorites. Mina was a newer edition, and someone who had responded to his offer of homemade brownies with a wide arrange of her own baked goods, which had immediately rocketed her up to a place at the top of the Top 10 People My Dad Works With list.

Today, he dropped off some leftovers and a chocolate chip cookie with his dad, made the rounds to the different detectives desks to offer some, and ended at the forensics lab, knocking on the door. He’d made a habit of knocking after walking in on an autopsy the last time, seeing way too much of the inside of someone’s torso. “It’s Sammy! Is there anything gross in there? I’m not coming in if there’s something gross, but I’ve got cookies!”

[hvrtbroken]

ft . @iinterstellars for MINA ! a continuation . . .

unlike most people , mina doesn't seem to revel in much . it's something ricardo noticed about her from the get-go . she doesn't indulge in gossip , rarely talks about herself , is barely a complainer . she can hold a conversation , yet ( almost like an artist ) she seems to say things that are carefully crafted and carved . she says so much . she says so little . ricardo can't work her out , but he'd like to . " you don't talk much . " he states , not scathing but more wondrous .

ricardo works to keep his gaze relaxed , not laser focused on mina as she replies with a blase-ness that ricardo is almost jealous of himself . ALAINA WAS . . . NICE . that's all ? that's it ? he finds himself holding his breath , waiting and waiting . WAITING FOR HER TO MENTION DANIELA . her answer sweeps over him at the same time that disappointment does . she doesn't know anything . barely seems to know either girls . but the answers are so MINA-ESQUE . he's spoken to mina a handful of times and is positive she'd describe him ( wrongly ) in the same manner . ' he's . . . nice ' . is she being purposely obtuse ? it makes his fingers flutter by his side , agitated . he tries not to show it but his skin feels itchy . at her question , ricardo turns his face away . " no . i'm not going to write about either of them . if i were , saying ' alaina was strict but nice ' would hardly be front-page breaking news . " there it is , the harshness that lies on his silver tongue , although it isn't said with as much bite as usual . no . this time it's only said with a disappointment and longing for more . for something more solid . more defined . WHO WERE THESE GIRLS BEFORE THEY LEFT US ?

[writingwithbex]

@moonandstarsrps

Well, that could have gone better. Admittedly, it could have also gone worse. One of Casey’s brothers could have also been at the bowling alley, and that would have been bad. There were other ways to gather his thoughts and process his feelings, but Perry had needed a drink. A stiff one. 

Dropping his freshly polished off glass back onto the bartop, Perry caught Mina’s gaze and nodded, motioning for another round. “Keep ‘em coming, Min. We’re drinking away our regrets tonight.”

[nottsoinnocent]

Where: Diagon Alley Who: Melaina && @minaburke​

The days were getting colder and a new season with a three year old always meant the need for a new wardrobe. Melaina was trying to spend less time with Theo in public, knowing that it wouldn’t be long until people started asking questions. It was one thing playing the darling helpful daughter looking after her young brother while her father was grieving but spending every moment she was away from work with the boy made it a bit too obvious that she saw it as something more than a babysitting duty. So, that day, she had gone shopping alone. It was better this way. Theo would only fuss if she put him through a whole day of trying on outfits.

A couple of bags in hand, Melaina left one store with the idea of heading into the one next door where she could not only pick up a (rather expensive) new set of rainproof boots for Theo but a new pair of shoes for herself as well. Instead, she found herself face-to-face with Wilhelmina Burke.

It wasn’t like they hadn’t seen each other at all in recent years. They ran in the same sorts of circles. Mina worked for Melaina’s cousin. They both had their duty towards the Dark Lord Their lives were almost destined to be intertwined at this point. And, once upon a time, they had been friends. But both of them would have called themselves closer to Fauna and that was where things had got a little weird. As things tended to do when a friend married another friend’s father out of the blue. There had been so many secrets shared between Melaina and Fauna and their friendship had still suffered from being step-mother and step-daughter. And Mina had been on the outside of those secrets.

In the two months since Fauna’s death, they hadn’t had chance to speak. Melaina hadn’t been up for talking at the funeral and a part of her had been trying to avoid Mina. Avoid the fact that Fauna wasn’t just Theo’s supposed mother. She wasn’t just Melaina’s step-mother. She had once been her best friend. “Mina. I— How are you? You look well. Did I miss you at Prospero’s ball the other week?”