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sweetpinkpixie · 01-27-2021, 05:18 AM

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Originally Posted by Samia

Sophia was very very very very worried.

She couldn't work, and most days she couldn't even get herself to eat. There were rumours and the lack of communication with Zev was slowly driving her insane. Deciding to not go into work at all today, which was very unlike her, she found herself heading to the one place that made sense at the moment; the owl post office.

Not caring much about pleasantries, she found herself entering the place and calling out her friend, "Zachaël? Are you around? I need to talk"

Yes. He was in. In and once again fretting over the prosperity of his business. Could the wizarding world please just take a break from disasters that cut off communication with Hogwarts? That was where he made the majority of his income and this year was yet another year where he would dip well into the red. Even worse than the last since his owls' services were no longer required at the Ministry now that their internal communications were functioning again. The bleak gray that had overtaken the atmosphere as of late also had few and few people holding parties or weddings, and if there WERE any to be had they were not seeking him out for custom stationary nor delivery services. Essentially it was bad news layered on top of more bad news from the business man's stand point.

Interpersonal concerns were yet another matter entirely.

He was in the back, tending to the wing of one of the owls who had had a nasty run in with something while on its way to make a delivery - he suspected a hawk. He had just finished cleaning the wound and was starting to bandage things up when he heard his name called and leaned back in his chair so his head peeked out through the doorway leading from the back to the front desk. He was about to say something snarky about how the door was open and therefore of course he was here...until he saw who it was that had walked in and he thought better of it.

"Always."

There was a smile. Though there was also a hint of snark. Just a hint.

"I hope that talk involves a purchase. I'm floundering." Surely she had a fashion show of some variety that required some expedited shipping.

01-27-2021, 05:18 AM	#79 (permalink)
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