 join us, pls =D Mrs. Alex Turner *asterisks user* Secret Door
Orientation. That was a weird way to start the work year. Weren’t orientations things children were subjected to at school? Not exactly the way Marya had expected to start her time at the British Ministry of Magic but there was a small consolation to be had in the fact that at least this was something she was used to. Formal events where she was expected to be gracious, mingle and network were in her blood, after all. Nevermind that she rarely did any of those things.
That also meant she knew exactly what she was supposed to do at a fundraiser and so, minutes after arriving, Marya Kovac could be seen determinedly making her way to the auction section, the black cocktail dress she wore hitting her leg with every step. Callous or not, they wanted her money; she might as well spend some time properly assessing what it was she was getting in return, after all. The hand that wasn’t holding her clutch wiped back her big mass of curly hair and she stopped in front of the nearest table, the heel of one shoe (the pair that would earn her a pointed look from Mother if she were there) tapping the floor. Potions. Yeah, hard pass on that. |