 lives in a hobbit hole || Ern and Touz's Nuzzle || roflysst || looking at a seed packet
Startled by a clicking sound, Jane looked up and then instantly relaxed. It was just that nice Daphne girl. She was sweet, even though somehow she managed to make Jane feel old and frumpy simply by existing. This was ridiculous of course, Jane was only 24, getting closer and closer to a full quarter of a century every moment though.
"I'm thinking of setting up an extendable ear from my desk through to the features office." You know, just to make sure they were working hard, not at all to overhear hypothetical conversations between her good friend Hunter and, you know, the boss. Ian. The one with that eyebrow that did things no eyebrow had any business doing.
Not that the extendable ear would at all keep Jane informed about what Ian Hoshino's eyebrow may or may not have been doing, but she was sure she'd be able to judge it perfectly. Yes. It often went with the sneer!voice and always with the I-am-judging-you-intensely voice.
"I do like the office." Jane looked around at her handiwork in her corner. Very comfy. Spying the calendar Daphne put up, Jane hoped furiously that it was a British Quidditch one and not an international Quidditch one. She did not need to see Adriano Toussaint's smirking, self satisfied face. No she did not.
Glancing at the picture on her wall, she mentally amended that sentiment. She did not want to see it unless it was defaced to a satisfactory level.
Nod.
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