Cormac sat in his office, fiddling with the business card Elle Ashe had given him at lunch last week.



Even though he seemed to have it all at the moment, he knew there could always be more-more power, more money, more prestige-and that's what bothered him.  Could he ride on Pansy's purse-strings indefinitely?  What if she tired of him professionally or personally?  Things were going his way, but for how long? 

It was time for a plan B. 

Reaching for the quill on his desk, he turned the card over and scrawled, Friday-Noon-The Blue Owl and watched as the ink seeped into the card and disappeared.  Neat trick, he thought.  He placed the card in his desk drawer and smiled.

He picked up a stack of personnel files on his desk and sifted through them.  Now, he thought, which Muggle-born do-gooder can I get fired next?


{Summary:  Cormac does some soul searching-it only takes a minute.}