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tallulahgs[Title] Kindred Spirits
[Fandom] Battle Royale/Harry Potter
[Rating] G
[Pairing] implied Yonemi Kamon/Dolores Umbridge
[Notes/Summary] Two teachers meet and find common ground.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
anbyrobanby told me to do this, so it's all his fault. Written for and crossposted to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
40fandoms.
They met at a conference, the theme of which was ensuring that governmental directives were carried out even in the smallest of day-to-day administration tasks. Neither of them thought the speakers were direct or forceful enough.
He saw her across the crowded room, and offered to fetch her a glass of water. She giggled girlishly and requested a pink wafer biscuit as well. As he returned with them he mused on how she was possibly the most repellent woman he had ever seen. And yet that somehow made her more fascinating.
When the conference ended he asked her if she would like to come and get a bite to eat. She looked him up and down and considered what an ugly little man he was, and yet the aura of power, and satisfaction in that power, made her fingers twitch. She gave him an arch smile, and accepted.
Over dinner, they talked. She didn't tell him that he was only a Muggle. He didn't inform her that she was a capitalist imperialist enemy of the Greater East Asian Republic. Instead she sighed at the lack of respect people had for government legislation, and he patted her hand and pursed his lips sympathetically and told her how it always surprised him that people disregarded common sense and self-control and went for messiness and protest and...
... idealism.
When he mentioned that, she smiled. As she sliced into the trout she was eating, her foot brushed his under the table.
She asked him more about idealism. She asked him to tell her what measures he employed in his country to control those who couldn't control themselves.
As he sipped his coffee, he talked to her of re-education, of controlled news, of...
... the Program.
As they left the restaurant she slipped her hand into his, and asked him if he would like to elaborate further, perhaps over a little drink at her house. The Program sounded fascinating. She would love to be able to incorporate it into her own establishment.
She was taking advice from a Muggle, and he was flirting with telling state secrets, but neither of them cared. Officially, they were information-gathering, doing their best for the greater good. Unofficially, they were recognising each other as kindred spirits, and they wouldn't have walked away from each other for the world. Or, at least, they wouldn't have walked away from each other for less than the world.
[Fandom] Battle Royale/Harry Potter
[Rating] G
[Pairing] implied Yonemi Kamon/Dolores Umbridge
[Notes/Summary] Two teachers meet and find common ground.
anbyrobanby told me to do this, so it's all his fault. Written for and crossposted to 40fandoms.They met at a conference, the theme of which was ensuring that governmental directives were carried out even in the smallest of day-to-day administration tasks. Neither of them thought the speakers were direct or forceful enough.
He saw her across the crowded room, and offered to fetch her a glass of water. She giggled girlishly and requested a pink wafer biscuit as well. As he returned with them he mused on how she was possibly the most repellent woman he had ever seen. And yet that somehow made her more fascinating.
When the conference ended he asked her if she would like to come and get a bite to eat. She looked him up and down and considered what an ugly little man he was, and yet the aura of power, and satisfaction in that power, made her fingers twitch. She gave him an arch smile, and accepted.
Over dinner, they talked. She didn't tell him that he was only a Muggle. He didn't inform her that she was a capitalist imperialist enemy of the Greater East Asian Republic. Instead she sighed at the lack of respect people had for government legislation, and he patted her hand and pursed his lips sympathetically and told her how it always surprised him that people disregarded common sense and self-control and went for messiness and protest and...
... idealism.
When he mentioned that, she smiled. As she sliced into the trout she was eating, her foot brushed his under the table.
She asked him more about idealism. She asked him to tell her what measures he employed in his country to control those who couldn't control themselves.
As he sipped his coffee, he talked to her of re-education, of controlled news, of...
... the Program.
As they left the restaurant she slipped her hand into his, and asked him if he would like to elaborate further, perhaps over a little drink at her house. The Program sounded fascinating. She would love to be able to incorporate it into her own establishment.
She was taking advice from a Muggle, and he was flirting with telling state secrets, but neither of them cared. Officially, they were information-gathering, doing their best for the greater good. Unofficially, they were recognising each other as kindred spirits, and they wouldn't have walked away from each other for the world. Or, at least, they wouldn't have walked away from each other for less than the world.
