Capitalum Building, Kara’s Office
The citizens inhabiting the manor were already getting used to the new way of things, which was a breath of fresh air. Fierro was getting fewer and fewer dirty looks too, which meant everything he’d been working toward was moving in a positive direction. Rumor had it, he was seen more as a respectable member of their compound, which pleased him, to a level he hadn’t felt since his time as a Minister. He thought back at those times here and there. Fierro held a seat of power, coveted and high enough to let him rule the Wizarding World with the flick of the wrist—but he gave all of that up the day he walked away.
A lot of people asked why…
Why did he walk away? He was forced to torture his own daughter. And yes, while folks felt the need to bring up the fact that she was a Black and not an actual Viridian, Fierro raised her. Not Sirius. Alexandra took on most of that work after he left that life behind to pursue his seat with the Death Eaters, but he was paying for it now. Fierro had been trying this hardest to make up for the lost time, and make up for everything he’d done to harm her. Kara had grown into a strong woman, as expected, since Fierro had seen so much of Alexandra in her, even at a young age.
But that was just part of it. Fierro had already had a sense that he didn't belong there, at Puxley, with the rest of them. Plans and coups and the art of diplomacy and intrigue simply wasn't him anymore. Every trip to Azkaban, every irritating word exchanged at the business meetings now and then, and every swipe and kill for the sake of the Dark Lord...he was done.
When he reached the door, he used one hand to knock, since he’d been carrying a tray of food to her office. He hadn’t seen her leave all day, and the cooks in the mess hall mentioned she hadn’t been by much later, and that was very concerning. It was another habit of Alexandra’s too, to pass up a meal in times of stress, so Fierro found himself in a familiar position bringing her some form of sustenance so she wouldn’t fall too weak. They needed her at her best, at all times, after all. Jaleth had kindly offered to come tend to her, but Fierro insisted he be the one to check on his own daughter. The professor had a bit of work to do with his new pupils and their spell-work, and Brenna Fox seemed to take care of the ambitious lot who wanted to go spar on the training grounds, so Fierro was free as a bird.