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Post by dolohov on Mar 20, 2010 9:26:50 GMT -5
Ruffling her hair, pouting, smiling, winking, every action was calculated. Everything may have looked so easy, but it was easier said than done. Having ten people watch you, correct each movement, analyze and throw constructive criticism at you, was much harder to take than it would seem. Anastasia Rosalie Dolohov had been in the modelling industry for over ten years, and yet, she still found it difficult to give the photographers what they wanted. Some wanted sexy, others wanted innocent, sometimes both. People under estimated her job, thinking she got paid to look pretty, part true, however it was all about calculating angle’s, being given a vision and putting yourself in the picture, literally.
Slipping on her dress over her lingerie, Anastasia grinned at her assistant for the day, “Some day, huh?” An incredibly stressful and unusually long day. These days weren’t common for Ana, she usually got the job finished within an hour or so, depending on what the photographer wanted. The photographer she had been assigned to had been a right pain in the backside, continuously pointing out her flaws, trying to bring her down. Nothing could get Anastasia down, not now. Except…Turning to look at her reflection in the mirror, her hand caressed her cheek gently, afraid of causing anymore damage. Due to the make-up and a temporary spell, the bruise had been covered up for the last few hours, only now was it beginning to reveal itself. “Yes, I’m exhausted. Now I have to go home and look after a three year old,” The younger assistant exclaimed, wiping away the beads of cold sweat that formed on her forehead, “Do you have children?” The assistant continued, curiosity dripping from her voice. Thinking about the question as she allowed the golden loose curls to fall around her face and shoulders, she turned her attention to the other woman, “I wouldn’t call them children. I have a son who’s eighteen, and my youngest is fifteen. They never gave me much bother in their younger years, that was only because I took time off modelling to care for them. When they where old enough, my mother or the nanny used to keep an eye on them when I returned back to work.” Ana informed her with a smile as she grabbed her handbag and both left the changing room.
Leaning against the office door, Ana knocked on it once before entering, “Jack, are you here?” She spoke out while closing the door behind her. Not many parents bothered visiting their children at Hogwarts, but Anastasia had made it her mission to visit, Blaze, Carina and Petra once a week. Ofcourse Petra wasn’t her actual daughter, but since her parents died, Ana had welcomed Petra in with open arms. Moving her hand to her bruised cheek, she forced a small smile onto her lips, “Hey,” She whispered, her eyes finally landing on the handsome figure.
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