Surprisingly, Michelle's sprawling home had smaller rooms. October was proving to be a rather chilly month so Michelle found herself in one of these smaller rooms. The fireplace worked faster and she desperately wanted to get warm. Dinner had been delicious as always; now Michelle sat on the floor next to the fire, a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. A number of files lay in front of her. In a strange pang of longing for her home, she sipped on a cup of tea. Louis slept next to her.
She looked at the man sitting in the armchair next to her, enjoying his own drink. "I feel like I need to move past supplying wolfsbane," Michelle said to him, continuing their conversation after a moment of silence. "It makes it seem like I'm playing black market instead of being a serious contender."
At least, that's how other people made her feel. Michelle drank from her cup.