 ½ EagleBrain ♥ Creeperdoodle ♥ Raven Dor ♥ Berry ♥ ½ Team House Elf
Emily disliked events like these... balls, and stuff. Where dressing up, dancing and being generally sociable was expected. There was a time when she would ditch these orientation gatherings, or at best, hide in a dark corner with some food and selected company - if any.. but now.. she had 'duties'.
There was no denying everything looked immaculate, and she was excited to be getting back to work, properly, not just creating tasks for herself at home in the break, this is what she wanted. With a few exceptions...
'Meeting' and 'greeting' were not among her strongest talents, and she strongly disliked mingling with people in general. The only consolation was that she wouldn't have to hang around for too long, just long enough to have made a show of it, then, she could grab some food and sit in a corner to observe the proceedings.
Where was Wes? Was he not going to hold her hand through this? Metaphorically speaking of course.. hand holding was.. sensitive and implied caring, which she wasn't a fan of. Emily - scanning the area for any sign of her old boss!man - arrived at the area designated for meeting and greeting beside a sculpture of a centaur, to which Emily failed to comprehend its point. Why. Was. It. There? Instantly, she felt ill at ease in her dress with the shoes and the works... she needed Wes. More so to justify why she had to do this, why was meeting people on level two not an option? Why was this a part of her job description?
Emily acknowledged the other assembled DH's with a curt nod. Yes. She was here. See... witnesses.
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