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Fandom Post Office, Tuesday, 8/7

Annette hadn't really wanted to call in today and not come to work, so she was very thankful that stupid spell ended yesterday. She was just incredibly sore from all those jerky movements. She rubbed warming muscle cream into her legs and arms and smelled like a walking peppermint stick, but that hardly mattered for the sake of comfort.

She was behind the counter. Not moving. Just standing there staring forward. She might be daydreaming, who knows.

The bell was out with a note that read: I'm standing here staring at you - ring it more than once I can't promise what will happen to you.

The Post Office is open.

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She's here for all your post office needs. Or not. She's here for those too.

Andrew walked into the post office looking glum. He had two letters. One was addressed to a Tucker Wells the other to a Jonathan Levinson.

Annette was trying to make stick people with paper clips but set them aside when Andrew walked in, looking like he lost his very best friend. "Hi, Andrew. You okay?"

"Yeah," he lied. "I just wanted to send out these letters." He placed them on the counter.

"I tried calling them, but Jonathan's mom won't let him talk to me anymore and I'm pretty sure my aunt finally go caller ID. She never picks up the phone."

He had to be lying, he looked to sad not to be.

She took the letters and looked down at them. "Jonathan is a friend?"

"Oh, yeah," Andrew brightened a bit. "Jonathan is great. He's older than I am, but we would get together and play D&D and talk about magic and stuff. I could be myself around him. I didn't get to do that much back home."

He frowned, "I, um, I didn't have any stamps."

She titled her head, smiling. "He sounds great, Andrew but how come you couldn't do that at home? Something wrong with home?" Unfortunately Annette just asked what she was thinking sometimes, even if that seemed to be butting in.

"Oh, well, that is why you came to the post office isn't it?" She grinned and applied the proper stamps and told him how much. "They'll go into the sorting engine and make it to where they're supposed to go in no time."

"No, nothing is wrong with home. I mean, the kids there just weren't as nice as the kids here sometimes... most of the time." And that was the rub.

"Annette," Andrew was looking at his feet, "What do you think of the Headmistress?" His voice caught a little. Oh the guilt.

Aw, that just made her heart turn over in her chest. Who could be mean to Andrew? He was so nice and so sweet and so much fun to be around! Annette wanted to beat up the kids he was talking about and she frowned.

That frown kept to her brow too he mentioned Umbridge. "I hate her. She punished me yesterday, Andrew, and I was doing this jerky freaky dance for the better part of the day. My muscles ache so much today." She paused and considered him for a moment. "Why, what happened? Did she hurt you? I swear if she hurt you --"

There was a sudden flare up of anger inside Andrew when he heard that Umbridge had punished Annette. That was followed immediately by an almost overwhelming wave of guilt and shame.

Andrew's head was almost completely bowed, "No, she didn't hurt me, but umm..." He didn't want to say anything. He didn't want Annette to know what he had done. "Why did she punish you?"

Andrew covered his face with his hands.

"It was because of that party Friday night and the public display of affection decree. Evidently it was the girlkissy," she said low, feeling slightly embarrassed about that.

Annette's feelings hardly mattered to her at the moment as Andrew seemed terribly affected by whatever he was thinking and feeling, and she just didn't like this at all.

She reached across the counter to move her hand to lightly touch his arm. "Andrew? What is it?"

At Annette's touch, Andrew seemed to snap out of his funk. He looked up and smiled, but the smile didn't extend to his eyes like normal. In fact, his eyes seemed to be particularly moist.

He took a deep breath, "I'm sorry she did that to you. That's, um, that's horrible. She's a horrible person. I'm fine, thank you. Just a bit of an allergic reaction to the, um... the humidity."

No one needs to know, he thought to himself.

Was he...crying? Starting to cry? Annette's concern for him just increased ten-fold. "It's okay. I'm over it and yes, she is a horrible person."

She hurried around the counter and came up close to him, moving to hug him. "Andrew, what is wrong? Let me help you if I can..."

Annette's concern was touching and it built upon the whirling emotions of anger, regret, and shame he was experiencing. He hugged her back, tightly.

"Nothing is wrong," he mumbled, "I, um, I just didn't realize what a horrible and spineless person I Umbridge was until today."

She hugged him back just as tightly, moved that he was showing such emotion. "You saw her today? But...why? I didn't hear your name this morning called by her. Why would you subject yourself to such -- okay, you didn't realize -- but what happened? She must have done something and I swear I'm going to hurt her!"

"No! I, um, I didn't see her." He fell so easily into lying.

Andrew moved away from Annette. "Really, she didn't do anything -- well, not to me. I just don't like to think what she might do -- and has done," he gave Annette a very pitiful look, "to my friends."

She tilted her head. "But you said today. Did something happen today specifically? I hope Phoebe is okay and Gavin and Peter...and the rest." Annette looked thoughtful and worried.

"We'll get back at her, you'll see. I stopped by Hermione's this morning before coming to work and ~~it's got to be played out~~ yeah, we're going to get her, Andrew. Don't you worry so much. We're stronger than what she thinks." The pep talk was just as much for her as it was for him because man, she hated to think of what that woman could really do.

Andrew looked up, "We're doing something to get back at her?" He clung to that. "Can I help? What's the plan?"

He paused.

"I can do things." The last statement came out with a little more force and a little darker than he probably should have allowed.

"Yes, and yes, and it's just little things to set her off and annoy her. You can definitely help, Andrew. The more we have involved in this the better. She won't want to stay here much longer I'm thinking and I'm not sure how many more decree's we can take. I'm totally breaking the one she set today."

She looked up at him and her eyes narrowed just slightly, and now she was very much curious. Annette lowered her voice, "Like what sorts of things, Andrew?"

Andrew thought of the demons he knew how to summon and the ones he felt fairly sure he could control. He thought about the hellhounds, but he wasn't sure he could keep them from eating a stray student.

He snapped his fingers. They would be perfect.

"How do you feel about flying monkeys?" There was a gleam in his eye.

"For real? Real flying monkeys? I've never seen one before except in that movie with the wicked witch, you know the one?"

Pause.

"Do you have a flying monkey, Andrew?"

"Um, no. Well, maybe." He might be able to conjure a lot of them, but having never done it before, he couldn't be certain.

"Look, Annette, thanks for taking care of my letters. I need to run." There were books to be consulted. He started to move away, but stopped, "Is there some, um, secrete meeting or anything planned?"

"You're welcome, Andrew," she said. "And...you could just check with Hermione? If you see her, ask her and she'll tell you." ~~Cause I just don't know yet!~~

"Thanks," he said again, "for everything." He ran out of the store.

Mod her please. Especially when Annette is at her workshop.

They get lonely.

*needs to go back to bed*

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