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Post by whatever on Mar 13, 2012 22:46:03 GMT
   Time really was a fickle thing. When one needed it, it flashed by in an instance. When one needed less of it, it decided to stand still. The unwanted minutes of an hour seemed to stand on end when all one wanted to do was escape the scene in which they were in. That usually always happened when one was at work. It was like someone was playing an cruel joke on those employed in a stressful environment. The usual high pace volume of a place like the Three Broomsticks usually sufficed to make time a little more bearable, but not today. It seemed that every wizard in London was at home or work that day. Aside from the casual customer, the usually booming establishment was deserted. It had to be some cruel joke and oddly enough by this point in Eloise Dolohov’s life, she couldn’t have been surprised.
By mid afternoon, the tables in the Three Broomsticks were immaculate. They were so clean that was sure she could see her reflection in each and every one of them. She had swept the floors, cleaned the glasses, then re-cleaned them, wiped down the bar, talked to the few customers who had only stopped by for a moment, and was back to having absolutely nothing to do. The petite blond was now slumped over onto the bar, the crook of her arm making the perfect resting spot for her head as she stared wistfully at the clock on the wall. Only five more hours to go.
To anyone who knew of Eloise and her family they would not believe that his girl was truly her. In three years she had gone from high society princess, who always got exactly what she wanted without having to lift a finger, to working class girl, slaving away over a job that asked too much and paid too little. Oddly enough, Elle wouldn’t have had it any other way. She had broken free, she had actually gotten out of that place where all that mattered was where you came from, your status, and your money. Sure, she was a pureblood Slytherin girl with a pretty face and she could have made a very nice trophy wife for any respectable guy—which would have been her father’s greatest dream for her—but she wanted more. She wanted to breathe on her own accord so she left and never looked back. She had gotten out, but the road was still rocky ahead.
Elle spotted someone from outside the door in the little window. She nearly jumped up as she watched them intently. The figure stopped outside the door, contemplated something, and then turned away and out of sight.
“Oh come on!” she said as threw her hands up, “That was just mean!”
Elbows back on the bar she placed her head in her hands, defeated. This had to be the longest shift of her life. Perhaps someone out there really wanted her to suffer...she could definitely name a few who did.
She stared angrily at the clock, “ I bet that bloody thing is broken...” she mumbled to herself, lost in her frustration of the longest shift of her working career.
 W O R D S *534 ;;
T H O U G H T S * so tired ;;
M U S I C * your mom! HAH I’m so funny ;;
T A G G E D * Open/Christian;;
W E A R I N G * Tank and jeans ;;
C R E D I T S * adele's chasing pavements ;; |
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Post by chris on Mar 16, 2012 11:25:32 GMT
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CAN WE PRETEND THAT AIRPLANES IN THE
NIGHT SKY ARE LIKE SHOOTING STARS CAUSE I COULD REALLY USE A WISH RIGHT NOW
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Christian ran a hand through his hair as he walked down the bright town of Hogsmeade. He didn't remember the last time he'd been here for a long period of time, not since he'd become a Healer and had the most absurd shifts possible due to his demanding job. Sometimes he wished he hadn't signed up for something that required so much hardwork and he usually whined about it so much people would think he hated it, but he actually loved helping people and saving lives. Nobody would've thought that somebody who was half from a rich, elite pureblood, somebody who was a Slytherin right to his core would like saving lives but that's just the way he was. Sure, he was cunning, ruthless and quite devious, but he had a heart alright and it was in the right place. Sighing, he spotted the sign to one of his favorite bars as a kid. He'd never been one of the kids who sneaked their way into the Hog's Head for a bottle of firewhiskey. Firstly because he hated the idea of stumbling his way through school and back to his dorms, and because, well, he could always be persuasive enough to smuggle his own alcohol to the Room of Requirement and the dorms, where the real party used to happen. Opening the door to the Three Broomsticks, he heard the end few words of a familiar face and grinned in response, running his finger over the immaculately scrubbed counter top. " Who's being mean, beautiful?" he asked, raising a brow and smiling a bit. " Can I pretty please have some butterbeer?" he asked. He had a shift in a few hours, and he thought he should be sober for it. " So...I take it you're not very busy[/color]," he said, motioning to the near empty bar. He didn't want to know how long she'd spent sitting here with absolutely nothing to do. That was one thing he was thankful for. Being jobless was one thing he never was. Even on the smoothest of days he was never left with hours of no work, even if it was just papers to study or patient records to complete. " Mind if I keep you company? I can think of a few ways to entertain,[/color]" he suggested with a slightly lewd smile, but without removing the warmth from his eyes to let her know he was only being playful. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - STATUS: Finished post
TAGGED: Elle
WORDS: 404
LYRICS: B.O.B. & Hayley Williams
NOTES: Sorry for the late reply :/
CREDITS: Thanks to BUNNYA! at Caution 2.0
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Post by whatever on Mar 16, 2012 15:09:43 GMT
Was the clock even moving? Elle was not sure; she seemed to be staring at it so hard that it could have been scared to move. Of course the shift was going by so slowly, this clock was obviously broken. That was the only explanation she could come up with. Yes, over the past couple day—actually past couple years, Elle worked so much that she might as well have made herself a bed in the backroom. She always said yes to extra shifts, staying longer than she was supposed to, and filling in where ever she was needed. It wasn’t like she loved her job; by all accounts her job was rubbish, but it was the fact that she needed the money. For the first time in her life she needed to work to live and she took every opportunity to keep the life she had earned from slipping away.
Slumped over on the bar, she didn’t look like the star employee she’d become, but by that point she couldn’t help it. The clock was playing tricks on her and she was about a half hour away from losing her mind completely unless something happened to interest her. As she continued to stare at the clock she didn’t realize that the door of the Three Broomsticks had opened, the bell gone off, and the familiar man step in.
Elle jumped up out of her slump stupor instantaneously as if she had never been slumped over in the first place. She could feel her cheeks go slightly pink but she merely pushed the blond hair off her face as she rearranged herself. Elle didn’t even have to look at the guy to recognize him. This was Christian Aubrey, former Slytherin, though a few years older than Elle, and one of Elle’s former big time crushes while at Hogwarts. Seeing him now, he hadn’t changed much; he had that light hair that seemed to sit perfectly in a mess on his head, as well as that confident attitude that was forever teetering on arrogance. It was too bad Elle had changed so much or she would have been that same awestruck teenager, but she wasn’t. She didn’t even recognize that girl anymore.
“It’s Elle, actually,” She said, correcting him on the beautiful comment. If this was her thirteen year old self she probably would have died.
She went back grabbed a bottle, pressed off the cap and poured it into one of the overly clean glasses she had polished about three times that day, “ One butterbeer, hold the pretty please,” she said as she placed the glass in front of him.
Putting the empty bottle with the other empties and clearing the bit of the bar she had messed up on she laughed at Christian’s response when he gestured to the empty bar.
“What gave it away?” she responded jokingly.
She didn’t expect Christian to recognize her. He was four years her senior…not that much older in real life terms but in school terms that was enough to make you ambiguous. They had been in the same house but she couldn’t have expected him to know her by name. In that respect she was thankful. She had come to discover that many of her classmates had generally been a bit put off by her new lifestyle. As most Slytherins she associated herself with came from the same background as she did, most could not understand her reasoning. This was just another way in which she had changed from Hogwarts. Back then she would have killed for Christian Aubrey to know her by name and now she was counting on him to not.
"Mind if I keep you company? I can think of a few ways to entertain,
She raised her eyebrow at this comment but couldn’t help but let out a charming laugh. This had indeed been the most exciting thing that had happened all day.
“Oh yeah, and what would those be?” she asked jokingly, not really expecting an answer, “ I don’t know if you’ve noticed or anything but this place is ready to explode from the amount of fun that’s happening here, so I don’t know why you’d ever want to leave.”
She laughed and pushed her hair back off her face once more. Her long blond hair always seemed to do that at the perfect moments. It had become kind of like her own personal shield. Yes, lame, she knew but at the same time, she didn’t really care.
“So what brings you in today,” she asked cooly…far more cool than she had ever thought she’d be able totalk to Christian, “ You know besides the party going on in here?”
W O R D S *810;;
T H O U G H T S * so tired ;;
M U S I C * Summer Girl- Leighton Meester;;
T A G G E D * Christian;;
W E A R I N G * Tank and jeans ;;
C R E D I T S * adele's chasing pavements ;; |
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