The first week and a half after Kate began her new life as Mrs. Kate Warwick was quite jarring.  They'd had to rescue the majority of her possessions from Gran Carrow, who hadn't been pleased with being blindsided or by Nat's insistence that no dowry change hands.  That had just been the beginning of telling the families, and there had been a variety of ....spirited....reactions.  Mrs. Warwick seemed likely to deny the elopement all together, no matter how relieved she was to have Nat taken care of.  Kate suspected that was why Nat had agreed to run the announcement in the Daily Prophet. Her new mother-in-law couldn't deny the elopement and go ahead planning a big wedding if it was plastered on the news.  There had even been a mention of Kate's occupation of all things.

After dust had settled on the aftermath of their nuptials, the last few weeks had felt remarkably anticlimactic.  At home the newlyweds were mostly pleasant and occasionally flirtatious as they attempted to get to know each other.  Nat slept on the couch, although Kate had insisted she'd be happy to stay in the second bedroom.  Every day Nat went off to his dragons, sometimes so early that the morning was really the night before.  Every day Kate unpacked a little and tried to spruce up the lonely little apartment.  She knew he was invested in the newborns, and waiting on the next upcoming clutch.  That didn't mean waiting at home wasn't just a little lonely.  She didn't know anyone here, and she wasn't ready to venture out on her own during the day.  That was one reason the letter from Mister Lemon came as such a pleasant surprise.  She'd not been ready to seek out employment on her own, and yet it seemed to be seeking her out.

The dressrobes Kate wore were simple but well made, a deep navy fitted at the top and flared at the skirt.  Over that a crocheted white wrap.  She didn't think she'd ever get used to a winter that was so...wintery.  Her dark hair fell lose over her shoulders, smelling just slightly of gardenias.  In addition to her rings she wore her necklace that had been made from a fired shot gun shell and a tiny diamond.

She presented the letter she'd received to the secretary at the old brick building, turning her back as the woman went to announce her arrival so she could have a better look at the office.  It didn't look like the sort of place that needed a singer, and Kate found herself hoping that she hadn't gone off down the metaphorical back road to be murdered.  Her mother had warned her about those sorts of things.  This Mister Lemon didn't sound like a very sweet sort of person.  Having just traded Blishwick for Warwick she knew she shouldn't make assumptions about last names, but she couldn't help picturing a sour old man, probably with more frown than hair.

“Ahhh, Mrs. Warwick. Do come in.”

That the man whose office she found herself in seemed no older than she was was surprising, and at his greeting she couldn't help checking over her shoulder for Nat's mother.  She wouldn't approve. Of course, that would probably make her husband happy.

"Oh! Me.  Well, yes, of course me."  She couldn't help laughing lightly at the mistake.   "I'm just not used to it, and of course you don't know..."  She wasn't going to go as far as insulting the woman though, even to a stranger.  "Yes, I'm Mrs. Warwick.  Kate. Kate Warwick."  Her gaze was nearly as appraising as his own.  Attractive, in a well maintained sort of way, but thin like herself, and if she wasn't mistaking it...tired.  She schooled her face quickly, although her mouth still tended toward a smile.  "You must be Mister Lemon."  She held out a hand,  "A pleasure, I'm sure...you wrote about a singing engagement?"  Again the suspicious glance around his office.  This was no performance hall.


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