Post by claire on Mar 16, 2012 1:53:28 GMT
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 587 ( TAGGED ) Damian ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Claire eyed the tower of boxes before her, afraid that even the smallest movement would cause it to come to toppling down. Already the pile was leaning dangerous to the side, resembling the Leaning Tower of Pisa. Oh how she hated shipment day. It was bad enough that she would spend the majority of her work day going through the boxes and sorting the supplies, but to do it on her own while also juggling the walk in customers was a little too much if one were to ask her. It was times like this that made Claire consider quitting, though she knew in her heart that she never actually would. On most days she actually enjoyed in her job at Flourish and Blotts Bookseller. It was only recently that she had been feeling the strain of working the long hours while the manager and owner where off doing lord knows what. As it was, both supervisors had the day off, leaving Claire feeling rather annoyed. At least she could use magic to help her with her task, meaning that there was chance she wouldn’t be there well into the night. Pulling out her wand, she gave it a small flick while muttering ‘accio’ and watched as the top box floated off the tower to come to rest at her feet. Once it was there, she then grabbed the metal box opener she kept by her and began the process of sorting the books inside. Part of Claire knew that she could probably get away with using magic for this task, but she refrained from reaching for her wand. As a muggleborn witch, Claire had experienced the first eleven years of her life without the help of magic, save for the few accidental events growing up. Her parents had been put off by the thought of using magic for everyday chores, afraid that it would make her lazy and as such instilled in Claire that hard work was the way to go. The lesson had stayed with her; even now, at the age of twenty-four when she was living on her own, Claire found it difficult to use magic for everything. Not to mention, she could avoid more errors if she went though the list of supplies and the books by hand. After arranging the books into neat little stacks on the cart, Claire looked over the titles and crossed them off the list next to her before moving onto the next box. So far it wasn’t taking as long as she had originally thought, but she still had to actually put the books away on the shelves. About an hour later, and four boxes down, Claire was in the process of pushing the full cart of books our from the back storage room to that of the actual bookstore when she heard the sound of the door opening. At least her first customer had allowed her to get some work done before making an appearance. Pulling the cart behind her, Claire opened the door, using her body to keep it open. The stack of books where turning out to be heavier than they looked and by the time she managed to get them out of storage, she was slightly out of breath. “Hello. Is there anything I can help you with?” Claire asked with a smile as she finally turned to face the customer, the same words that had been all but programmed into her mind when she first hired in coming out of her mouth. OUTFIT;; i'm awful at starting; hopefully it wasn't too bad. |
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