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Orwell hadn't imagined that offering his help to Cat Tannon on one afternoon would really mean anything, but he had had fun. He didn't think he agreed with Cat on most things, but Orwell didn't really agree with anyone on anything, that was what being an anarchist was, it had however been fun. He had spoken to a few people about Cat, using the information she gave in answers to people when they asked questions. Emphasising her age as a plus factor, a fresh face in New Zealand politics. Her gender was a plus, a woman who knew the struggles that other women went through, an understanding of the men's club of politics. He had always loved campaigning, but this was something new, potentially something a lot different from what he'd ever done before. Making a mistake when organising a sit in at a muggle power plant was fine, certainly when only ten people showed up it didn't matter.
But, this was the big league, which was why he was surprised that Cat had wanted to speak to him. Orwell had hosted, chaired, organised meetings, he'd help do marches, helped organise a muggle student protest, but, he had always thought people didn't know who he was. Though he had ended up speaking to a lot of other people far more involved in main stream politics, so maybe that was how she knew who he was. The man spotted the candidate sat at one of the benches, he'd gone to get some coffee since an hour had just about passed and she now wanted to talk to him. He brought two cups, one for him and one for her, one to make sure that Cat wasn't getting too tired and also to keep her from losing her voice, she'd need to be able to talk for days with this election, "Hot drink?" he offered, before sitting down, "So, you wanted to talk?"
But, this was the big league, which was why he was surprised that Cat had wanted to speak to him. Orwell had hosted, chaired, organised meetings, he'd help do marches, helped organise a muggle student protest, but, he had always thought people didn't know who he was. Though he had ended up speaking to a lot of other people far more involved in main stream politics, so maybe that was how she knew who he was. The man spotted the candidate sat at one of the benches, he'd gone to get some coffee since an hour had just about passed and she now wanted to talk to him. He brought two cups, one for him and one for her, one to make sure that Cat wasn't getting too tired and also to keep her from losing her voice, she'd need to be able to talk for days with this election, "Hot drink?" he offered, before sitting down, "So, you wanted to talk?"