| Blast-Ended Skrewt
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Hogwarts RPG Name:
Ira Wilson
Seventh Year  x5
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Text Cut: Derek:) Quote:
Originally Posted by jujune29th  Derek walked in the work area looking down at the floor and going straight to his desk. He glanced up and sorta kinda 'greeted' the people that were looking at him by simply raising his eyebrows, pursing his lips and looking away right after that.
Because it was a perfectly normal way to greet people, of course. Well, that was all he ever did and probably was going to keep doing until... ever.
The 24 year-old walked over to the red dividers with his hands on his pockets, and thinking about everything he figured out back at home. Yes, because that was what he did at home also. He continued with his work!
Once he got to his desk, he took out two small vials, one with some thick, beige substance and the other with a mustard coloured liquid. The former Gryffindor quickly took a piece of parchment from the top drawer of his desk and placed both vials over it. After that, he got a bigger parchment, an ink pot and a quill from the same drawer and started squibbling a couple of things. And there came another guy. Today seemed to be the day when evryone arrived on time. That bode well! "Hey Derek!" Angela greeted the newcomer, fully expecting him to just purse his lips and walk away arrogantly as he did always. Why wouldn't he talk and mingle with others?
Text Cut: Natasha! Quote:
Originally Posted by Nordic Witch [FONT="Verdana"][color="#002E63"]Hearing Angela’s unmistakable voice Natasha turned to look over at her colleague a small smile pursing her lips. "Morning Angela,"
"Yes, heavy work day. Mine looked promising until my favourite ink bottle started to give me trouble." Tasha grumbled frustrated. What looked like a good morning could now turn into day where she became behind on everything and she highly disliked those days. Arranging her desk, making it a bit neat, she piled up her files on top of one another. There, it looked better. Still sipping her coffee, Angela smiled, amused. "You know.. its pretty easy work for me today, it seems. Not much to do!" she chirped, "Want any help?" she offred, seeing Tasha so frustrated. "Getting frustrated so early isn't the best way to start a morning, you know?"
And what was up with the ink bottle? Hers seemed to be working fine. "Here.. take mine.." Yeah, she just had to read and browse files, so not required for now. |