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Mason tugged at the end of her ponytail, scowling at the hairs. When had her hair become this dark? It was blonde like yesterday. She had been fair-haired her entire childhood, just like her mum, but now it seemed that her beautifully golden locks were taking more to her father's coloring. . . unfortunately. So, with an annoyed huff, she flicked the hair back over her shoulder.
She was here on a mission, a mission that required not only that she looked utterly professional, but serious and older as well. Not that her sheer Hobbit-like legs would help with the latter, though -__- Anyywaaaayyyyyy. . . Mason needed Hawt-Hirsh to see that she was absolutely serious about this, she had to convince him that this was her dream, because it was. She wanted to get a head-start, be the best candidate for when the time came. If she couldn't become one, then she's have to go with the second thing, which was super horrible cause even someone as gorgeous as herself couldn't rock the whole 'no-nose' look. . . #justbeingoverdramatic
Mason lifted a hand to the office-door and rapped her knuckles against it. She smoothed out her robes and mustered all the courage she could, this was her future after all. Game-face on. |