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Elinor HATED FLOO POWDER! HATED IT, HATED IT, HATED IT! UGH!
But today, she didn't have the time or energy to walk to the phone booth, and hadn't yet been issued a broom, even though she probably wouldn't use it, despite being a fair flier. Being the Lab technician, Elinor didn't REQUIRE an apparation license as part of her job, but it certainly inconvenienced her trip to work.
She was wearing a simple grey dress that reached her knees. On her feet were a simple pair of closed-toed heels, and on her arm was a simple bag she often brought to work, containing some papers, her tea, the essentials. But on her face was a complex expression of disgust, contempt, frustration, tiredness, a desire to be composed, and general uncomfortableness.
As she stepped quickly out of the fireplace for the next person, she quickly reached into her bag for her handkerchief and sneezed into it. After a moment she sneezed again. No, she wasn't sick, but the ashes often bothered her. One good reason why she didn't like Floo Powder. Looking down, she brushed the visible ashes off of her dress and legs, glad she wasn't wearing white.
Taking a breath, she replaced the kerchief, smoothed her red-brown hair, and proceeded to the checkpoint, already digging for her wand.
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