Post by meg1 on May 23, 2011 23:15:30 GMT -5
Antia could barely contain her excitement. Today was her first day of work at the Daily Prophet and she was scheduled to meet the writer she was going to be working with. This was it. Her first steps towards her freedom from her parents house. Now she could finally start saving to move out of that damn place. She had gotten up an hour earlier then she had planned too because she had been to excited to sleep any longer so she had gotten up and gotten ready for her day. Shower, clothes, hair, make up, and perfume. She had gotten her camera bag ready the night before so she didn't have to worry about that. So she ended up pacing around her room for nearly half an hour before her parents woke up and she had chosen to make herself scarce to avoid having to talk to her step mother.
Now she was sitting inside a small cafe with a cup of tea and a half eaten muffin, watching the time pass by much to slowly for her liking. She tapped her foot on the floor and nibbled the rest of her muffin, wishing she knew some sort of spell to make the time pass by faster, but she didn't of course so she was trapped. So to make the time go by faster she took out a small notebook and began to write randomly. nothing of any real importance, mostly a bunch of 'oh my GOD! I cant wait!' and random notes to send an owl or go buy some new shoes she had seen in a store window. She checked the clock every 5 minutes or so until she thought she could show up at work and not get looked at like a freak for being over an hour early.
Antia pushed a stray red curl behind her ear and got up, leaving the cafe and a brisk pace, her excitement making her want to hurry. She entered the Daily Prophet about 15 minutes later, her curls bouncing as she walked. She made her way to the office she was told to report to and checked in with the person at the desk who told her where to go to find her desk. She made her way to her desk with a happy spring to her step. Her desk. HER desk. She loved the way that sounded! She also loved the way it looked as she found it and took a seat. Sure it was just a small desk with the basics, but she didn't care. It was her desk, not someone elses. Hers.
She sat there, humming, a pleased smile on her face as she waited. She was told the writer would meet her here soon for her first assignment and she couldn't wait! She hoped the writer was nice, and if it was a guy he was cute. After all, it never hurt if the person she was working with was good to look at.
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Now she was sitting inside a small cafe with a cup of tea and a half eaten muffin, watching the time pass by much to slowly for her liking. She tapped her foot on the floor and nibbled the rest of her muffin, wishing she knew some sort of spell to make the time pass by faster, but she didn't of course so she was trapped. So to make the time go by faster she took out a small notebook and began to write randomly. nothing of any real importance, mostly a bunch of 'oh my GOD! I cant wait!' and random notes to send an owl or go buy some new shoes she had seen in a store window. She checked the clock every 5 minutes or so until she thought she could show up at work and not get looked at like a freak for being over an hour early.
Antia pushed a stray red curl behind her ear and got up, leaving the cafe and a brisk pace, her excitement making her want to hurry. She entered the Daily Prophet about 15 minutes later, her curls bouncing as she walked. She made her way to the office she was told to report to and checked in with the person at the desk who told her where to go to find her desk. She made her way to her desk with a happy spring to her step. Her desk. HER desk. She loved the way that sounded! She also loved the way it looked as she found it and took a seat. Sure it was just a small desk with the basics, but she didn't care. It was her desk, not someone elses. Hers.
She sat there, humming, a pleased smile on her face as she waited. She was told the writer would meet her here soon for her first assignment and she couldn't wait! She hoped the writer was nice, and if it was a guy he was cute. After all, it never hurt if the person she was working with was good to look at.
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Tag: Clark
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