 lives in a hobbit hole || Ern and Touz's Nuzzle || roflysst || looking at a seed packet
Sweet Circe! Ian wasn't kidding when he had said the Daily Prophet was getting a make over. Miss Jane Holland was prepared to do a bit of making over herself. Not on herself, no; just of her work area.
She claimed a corner desk, so she'd have extra wall for sticking stuff up on, and got to work unpacking a box that was apparently charmed bottomless. From this she withdrew a terracotta pot, which contained what resembled a venus fly trap. Except it wasn't quite. It liked more than just flies and was semi-sentinent. It appeared to stretch and if it had eyes, one might assume it was looking around groggily after napping on a long distance journey.
Jane placed it on the desk and then unpacked an old jam jar, empty and clean, it was filled with quills and muggle pens and pencils. An orange ribbon was tied in a bow around the top. Next came a picture of a kitty cat hanging from a branch. Just hang in there kitty cat. A few signed pictures of various wizarding world celebrity-types were added to the wall, one of which, a picture of the Keeper for the Italian Quidditch team and stunt flyer, had devil horns and other scribbles defacing it.
Next went a tray marked 'in' and 'out', a folder that was completely filled up with all sorts of things, old articles, notes and researchy things, a large book containing floo and owl addresses, a wall planner went up too, several dates marked off with smiley faces, flowers, love hearts and general scribbles. Her favourite coffee cup had pride of place and a few other odd knick knacks, including a pet rock, were arranged here and there too. Soft comfy cushions went on her chair and a chalk board with cheerfully bright chalk went up on the wall behind her.
Jane turned on her wizarding wireless radio and got to work fixing the curtains by the window of her desk.
Pink.
With polka dots.
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