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Morgan P. Nickles EraAll historical records pertaining to Ministry of Magic RPG under Minister for Magic, Morgan P. Nickles [IC January 2094 - December 2096; OOC October 2017 - October 2018]
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The Juice Bar
Tired of trying to find that Muggle juice shop that you've heard your co-workers chatting about? Upset about having to hide your magic whilst around the Muggle patrons when you're there? Well, the Ministry Food Court's juice bar has put those worries to rest. Between the Main Buffet tables and the Dessert Bar, the Juice Bar serves as your own personal oasis, where you can drink nearly everything you'd want! If you need the energy kick that comes with coffee and cappuccinos or just want to start your day off with a healthy sip of orange juice, this is where you will find them and plenty of other tasty choices.
Click the image for an enlarged version of the menu! Menu made by sarahlooo
Emmalee pinched the bridge of her nose between her fingers and squeezed her eyes shut. She'd been bent over her workstation for HOURS trying to puzzle out why her screechsnaps were expressing such vocal displeasure. What she needed, other than a long soak and a backrub, was some tea. So she'd pulled herself away from her work, in search of some.
Opening her eyes, she picked up her cup and cradled it in both hands. Taking a long, slow sip, she sighed.
Perfect.
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Has anyone ever sung you a lullaby?
You can fly above the rain clouds
Close your eyes
Let the melody carry you
Leave all your fears behind
You can float across a rainbowsky
to once upon a time
Sometimes, Jake just needed to get away from Level 2. Aside from anything else, the department had its fair share of his old schoolmates from Hogwarts, and sometimes it was just a bit much. After all, he'd done his best to get away from those who might remember him from school.
So he'd gone for a wander, eventually ending up down at the juice bar.
In his eagerness to get himself a drink, Jake somehow almost totally missed the fact that there was another human in here, probably because he was so lost in his thoughts. He cleared his throat and skirted round the woman.
"Sorry," Jake mumbled as he leaned past her for a drink of his own, though he wasn't actually sorry for anything. It was just what people always said.
The Hit Wizard poured himself orange juice and immediately took a sip, only to immediately make a disgusted 'oh sweet merlin what on earth is this travesty' kind of face.
"Blech!" This wasn't orange juice, this was PUMPKIN JUICE. Gross. Gross gross gross and also WHY. Jake took a moment to look THOROUGHLY OFFENDED by the juice, and screwed up his face like a child who'd just been forced to eat sprouts, before vanishing the juice in the glass and reaching the ACTUAL orange juice this time. He even sniffed it first, just to be sure.
How anyone could drink pumpkin juice was beyond him; that stuff tasted foul.
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Emmalee smiled and nodded as the man moved past her. "Nothing to be sorry about," she said, stepping to the side. She had, after all, been standing in the way. She frankly thought she might just stand in that spot until her tea was done... and then maybe get another one.
But apparently she had said that there was nothing to be sorry about too soon. Squeezing her eyes closed, she winced at his blech. Whether it really was all that loud or it was only her headache, Emmalee couldn't be sure, but she was in a cross mood, it seemed. "Merlin. Do you have to be so loud?" She rubbed her eyes with her free hand, as if she could rub away the ache.
"It's just juice."
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Has anyone ever sung you a lullaby?
You can fly above the rain clouds
Close your eyes
Let the melody carry you
Leave all your fears behind
You can float across a rainbowsky
to once upon a time
The woman who HAD been pretty nice at first was suddenly Miss Grouchy Gills. Conflicting messages over here, jeez.
"I wasn't that loud," he retorted automatically, though managed to keep from sounding like a pouty little kid, thank Merlin. Jake, his glass now refilled, took a tentative sip and felt the 'very orange juice' immediately wash away almost all traces of the gross gross pumpkin flavour.
"... Sorry," he said again after rethinking his response, and sounding more sincere this time. "I just really don't like pumpkin juice."
That was a suitable enough explanation, right? Right.
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Emmalee sighed. "No, no, it's fine," she said, pressing the back of her hand to her forehead. "Just one of those days," she said more to herself than to him.
But she was still whispering. This headache was.. worse than she'd thought. Finishing her first tea, she refilled her cup. "Honestly, I don't care much for pumpkin juice either," she said finally turning to him.
Extending a hand, she introduced herself. "Emmalee Quinn, Senior Botanist."
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Has anyone ever sung you a lullaby?
You can fly above the rain clouds
Close your eyes
Let the melody carry you
Leave all your fears behind
You can float across a rainbowsky
to once upon a time
Jake squinted slightly at the woman. Why was she being all quiet and stuff? And holding her head? Was she ill? Maybe she should go take a potion or something. Jake stood and sipped his juice, sorta half side-eyeing her in case she, like, collapsed or something.
Oh, but hey, she AGREED with him on pumpkin juice. Someone with some SANITY in this place; why was it that the majority of the wizarding world basically inhaled the stuff.
"Good t'meet you, Emmalee Quinn," Jake said with a nod, reaching out to shake her hand. "I'm Jake Upstead. Hit Wizard." ... "Botanist... plants, yeah?"
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Thankfully, this one looked young enough to not have ever, ever have run into Emmalee's mother, and for that, she was at least relieved. She trusted she had kept her expression neutral and she offered a small smile. Shaking firmly, she then released his hand and cupped her tea with both, sipping deeply.
"Yes, plants," she said with a bit of a chuckle that he'd had to clarify. "Experimental breeding, mostly," she added. She was no mere gardener, after all. She'd worked hard to get to this point and too often people just assumed she merely 'tended to the plants.'
The nettle tea was starting to help with her headache, or perhaps the man's distraction at least let her forget about her screaming plants on Level Four. Looking him up and down once, Emmalee absently tapped her lip in thought. "How long have you been here at the ministry?"
In other words, how old were you?
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Has anyone ever sung you a lullaby?
You can fly above the rain clouds
Close your eyes
Let the melody carry you
Leave all your fears behind
You can float across a rainbowsky
to once upon a time
Now he had his hand back, Jake went to adjust his glasses on his face, before remembering a split second later that he wore his contacts today (much easier for work, in case of suddenly having some kind of BIG dangerous job, where losing them would be inconvenient if not totally dangerous). He passed the motion off as though he was just brushing his hair out his face, before shoving the stray hand into one his pockets, whilst the other swirled the remainder of the juice around his glass.
Jake nodded. He was no Herbologist, but he'd done well enough on his OWL and NEWT to understand what Emmalee was on about with the whole experimental breeding lark. He tried to think of something interesting to return with, but the only interesting plant experience he could think of was a certain devil's snare and... well, he wasn't going down that route. Nope.
How long? Boy. Jake had to think about that for a moment, though it hadn't really been that long.
"Uhh... three years. Exactly, actually; this'll be the start of my fourth year Hit Wizarding," he replied, and took another large gulp of juice. "It pays the bills, I guess. How about you?" Senior botanist implied she'd been around for a while, right?
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Emmalee considered the man's response for a moment. It was not a period of time that gave her much of anything to go on in terms of his age, since it was likely he'd been employed elsewhere before. But, he hadn't been around during her mother's final, bizarre, run-ins with law enforcement, so that was at least a positive.
"Only a few months, this time 'round," she said with a wry smile. She'd been hired into a senior level position, which meant that people kept assuming she'd just been around, toiling in a greenhouse somewhere. "I worked here for a few years, about ten years ago, but I left to go back to school, work in private greenhouses, that sort of thing."
Look for her lost mother. Fail at identifying her father. Light things, really.
Sipping her tea, she considered the other part of his statement about it paying the bills. "It sounds as if you don't really have a passion for the law," she noted, raising an eyebrow. Odd field to be in, if you weren't completely in love with it.
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Has anyone ever sung you a lullaby?
You can fly above the rain clouds
Close your eyes
Let the melody carry you
Leave all your fears behind
You can float across a rainbowsky
to once upon a time
"Ten years ago?" Wow. He'd... have just left school around that time. Merlin, now that he'd thought about it, had it really been ten years? Jake found himself musing on that for a moment before he realised he was sort of mid-conversation and abruptly snapped out of it. "Ah, cool. Getting more know-how and stuff I guess? Keeping busy with your... plants?"
The orange juice was almost gone from his glass, but Jake was still thirsty for more. He reached out for the jug again (ALMOST going for the pumpkin juice, but remembering his previous error just in time) and refilled his glass.
"Hmm?" Jake looked up again as he set the jug back down. "Oh. Well." Huh. "I sort of... lost my passion for it. Long story, really."Very long story.
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Emmalee raised an eyebrow at the apparent surprise over the length of time. Was it... good because he hadn't assumed she was old enough for that to be true, or bad because now he thought she was old?
"And stuff, yes" she said, still internally musing over whether she should be flattered or offended by his wow. But merlin, did no one really understand what working in experimental botany actually entailed? Perhaps he did and his statement wasn't meant dismissively, but Emmalee's experience definitely colored how she interpreted.
"Busy with lots," she said, perhaps a bit shortly. "Determining whether its possible to breed for particular characteristics that increase the potency of magical herbs or develop alternatives to rare potions ingredients to deliver the same or similar effects." Why did everyone think she just watered plants and trimmed their dead leaves? She certainly did that too, and the caring for her plants was a joy, but sometimes she felt like people didn't take her work all that seriously.
She sipped her tea to keep her from saying anything... imprudent. "Must not have been a particularly strong passion to have disappeared after such a short tenure," she mused, mostly to herself, but certainly audible.
"Do you plan to resign, then?"
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Close your eyes
Let the melody carry you
Leave all your fears behind
You can float across a rainbowsky
to once upon a time
If she was being short with him, it went completely over Jake's head. He just sort of stood there listening, and sipping his very orange juice like normal. He actually WAS following with what she was saying; to get into Auror training you needed to KNOW about Herbology and Potions and all that lark, after all.
"Sounds fascinating," Jake replied, though he wondered by this point if she might think he was being sarcastic or something, because people DID tend to believe that with his tone of voice. There was a brief moment in which he had an internal debate over whether or not he cared about coming across as such, but quickly decided that, this time, he did. "What plants are you working with at the moment?" Or was it perhaps just as many as possible.
Uh.
Hm.
Jake sort of made a face at that point. Twisting his mouth a little in a not-quite-pursed-lips sort of expression, before finally shrugging a shoulder.
"It was. At first. I had my motivations, at least," he replied looking over the many juice jugs and all their different colours. "Turns out my passion wasn't for law enforcement after all." There, that was a simple enough explanation, because he wasn't sure now was the time to get into it. He hardly knew Emmalee, after all. "I do. At the end of the year, if all goes to plan."
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If she was being short with him, it went completely over Jake's head. He just sort of stood there listening, and sipping his very orange juice like normal. He actually WAS following with what she was saying; to get into Auror training you needed to KNOW about Herbology and Potions and all that lark, after all.
"Sounds fascinating," Jake replied, though he wondered by this point if she might think he was being sarcastic or something, because people DID tend to believe that with his tone of voice. There was a brief moment in which he had an internal debate over whether or not he cared about coming across as such, but quickly decided that, this time, he did. "What plants are you working with at the moment?" Or was it perhaps just as many as possible.
Uh.
Hm.
Jake sort of made a face at that point. Twisting his mouth a little in a not-quite-pursed-lips sort of expression, before finally shrugging a shoulder.
"It was. At first. I had my motivations, at least," he replied looking over the many juice jugs and all their different colours. "Turns out my passion wasn't for law enforcement after all." There, that was a simple enough explanation, because he wasn't sure now was the time to get into it. He hardly knew Emmalee, after all. "I do. At the end of the year, if all goes to plan."
WAS it fascinating to him? Emmalee was having a difficult time reading him, probably due in part to the headache that wasn't quite gone. Emmalee chose to believe him, perhaps not in small part because it would take too much energy to respond otherwise.
"Today, it's been all about our new screechsnaps," she said, sighing and shaking her head. They were just screaming and screaming and they'd yet to find the cause. "We brought them in to consider a cross-breeding experiment with honking daffodils, but there's something wrong that's keeping them screaming and we haven't quite figured it out yet." Hence the need to escape from the level for a bit and get a tea. Emmalee usually left the charmed earmuffs near the mandrake stations, but this might be an exception.
Sipping her tea again, she nodded as he spoke. She understood a bit, she thought, having tried a few things before realizing that herbology was what she was meant to do.
But the end of the year, well, then that was still some substantial time. "Well, I hope that things do go according to plan for you, or at least, if they don't that the detour is for better things."
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Has anyone ever sung you a lullaby?
You can fly above the rain clouds
Close your eyes
Let the melody carry you
Leave all your fears behind
You can float across a rainbowsky
to once upon a time
See? Something he was actually qualified for. As far as food went? Nah. He couldn't cook. He didn't know much about food. Sure, Els had gotten him a cookbook a few years back, but that was mostly so he could cook things for her. And he only ever really mastered one dish. Spaghetti. Which.... he was pretty sure most people had that dish down. It wasn't anything special.
Coul moved behind the juice bar, skimming the menu. He was mostly familiar with making mixed drinks and these... weren't really that. Mostly stuff he could purchase at a store and pour into a glass? But hey, if they wanted to pay him for that, he was fine with that.
He took a seat and propped his feet up.
It was sort of his break anyway... His other boss wouldn't mind this stuff normally. Did they care here?
Shrug.
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See? Something he was actually qualified for. As far as food went? Nah. He couldn't cook. He didn't know much about food. Sure, Els had gotten him a cookbook a few years back, but that was mostly so he could cook things for her. And he only ever really mastered one dish. Spaghetti. Which.... he was pretty sure most people had that dish down. It wasn't anything special.
Coul moved behind the juice bar, skimming the menu. He was mostly familiar with making mixed drinks and these... weren't really that. Mostly stuff he could purchase at a store and pour into a glass? But hey, if they wanted to pay him for that, he was fine with that.
He took a seat and propped his feet up.
It was sort of his break anyway... His other boss wouldn't mind this stuff normally. Did they care here?
Shrug.
Ember skipped towards the juice bar after eating her VERY delectable salad--She had been CRAAAVING juice all week--and every DAY she forgot to make a stop here and get some--GOSH EMBER.
Now. To decide WHAT exactly. Lemonade DID sound delightful though. Hmm. Exploding or regular--both seemed AMAZING. Hmph. Glancing around--she noticed a person who was not THAT much younger than she was just lounging--"HELLO THERE PERSON!" she said so cheerfully and she bounced his way with a little wave of her hand. "Um-I--Have you tried this--LEMONADE?" she asked, her lavender eyes WIDE.
He seemed like a nice FELLOW. Didn't he? But..did he look like he was a LEMONADE drinker? Hmm..she'd have to sense his drink-energy a bit more before making an assessment. Or just ask him.
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"You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin
Ember skipped towards the juice bar after eating her VERY delectable salad--She had been CRAAAVING juice all week--and every DAY she forgot to make a stop here and get some--GOSH EMBER.
Now. To decide WHAT exactly. Lemonade DID sound delightful though. Hmm. Exploding or regular--both seemed AMAZING. Hmph. Glancing around--she noticed a person who was not THAT much younger than she was just lounging--"HELLO THERE PERSON!" she said so cheerfully and she bounced his way with a little wave of her hand. "Um-I--Have you tried this--LEMONADE?" she asked, her lavender eyes WIDE.
He seemed like a nice FELLOW. Didn't he? But..did he look like he was a LEMONADE drinker? Hmm..she'd have to sense his drink-energy a bit more before making an assessment. Or just ask him.
.................
Coulson...... did a double take.
Was that bouncing half child talking to him?
Clearing his throat and furrowing his brows, the boy sat up, pulling his legs off of the counter. Seriously though.. was she?" .... Yeah. She was. She was staring at him and all. And she'd said more than one thing in his general direction.... and there weren't a whole lot of people around.
He took another glance around though. Just to make sure he wasn't missing anyone... He wasn't.
".... Yeah........"
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back on your feet again, lift your head, hold it_h i g h______________________________________________ _____________you wanna run it back but you can't turn the time, you start to feel like you're losing your shine __________________________________but the grass ain't always greener on the_o t h e r_ s i d e
Clearing his throat and furrowing his brows, the boy sat up, pulling his legs off of the counter. Seriously though.. was she?" .... Yeah. She was. She was staring at him and all. And she'd said more than one thing in his general direction.... and there weren't a whole lot of people around.
He took another glance around though. Just to make sure he wasn't missing anyone... He wasn't.
".... Yeah........"
....did he speak English? Ember tilted her head at him slightly and was about ASK as such---but then he said YEAH and she smiiiiiled even more broadly.
"Oh? is it good? Should I get it? Have you had the EXPLODING one?! What even is the DIFFERENCE in the exploding one?!" she asked all of these questions without much space in between her words...ooops? But she was a bit bouncy--and she was rocking back and forth on her heels, tugging at her CUUUUTE pink sweater a bit. Her eyes found the menu again, and she just--UUGH..
TOO MANY OPTIONS OKAY?
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"You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin
WAS it fascinating to him? Emmalee was having a difficult time reading him, probably due in part to the headache that wasn't quite gone. Emmalee chose to believe him, perhaps not in small part because it would take too much energy to respond otherwise.
"Today, it's been all about our new screechsnaps," she said, sighing and shaking her head. They were just screaming and screaming and they'd yet to find the cause. "We brought them in to consider a cross-breeding experiment with honking daffodils, but there's something wrong that's keeping them screaming and we haven't quite figured it out yet." Hence the need to escape from the level for a bit and get a tea. Emmalee usually left the charmed earmuffs near the mandrake stations, but this might be an exception.
Sipping her tea again, she nodded as he spoke. She understood a bit, she thought, having tried a few things before realizing that herbology was what she was meant to do.
But the end of the year, well, then that was still some substantial time. "Well, I hope that things do go according to plan for you, or at least, if they don't that the detour is for better things."
Jake's first thought was to suggest that possibly the screechsnaps were hungry or something, but he quickly reminded himself that Emmalee, being Senior Botanist, had probably covered all those bases.
"Maybe they're just angry," were the words that escaped his mouth instead, though he didn't recall informing his brain that that was the plan. Jake blinked at the ridiculousness of his own statement, and had the grace to look apologetic for the statement at least. Just sipping his juice here. Yep. "Sounds like it's a real riot on your level, then." Better.
Jake smiled at Emmalee. A proper one.
"Thanks. I'm hoping so too. I feel good about it, at least. Helps to have made a more informed decision, and all." As opposed to jumping into things like his younger self just LOVED to do. Progress. Somewhat.
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....did he speak English? Ember tilted her head at him slightly and was about ASK as such---but then he said YEAH and she smiiiiiled even more broadly.
"Oh? is it good? Should I get it? Have you had the EXPLODING one?! What even is the DIFFERENCE in the exploding one?!" she asked all of these questions without much space in between her words...ooops? But she was a bit bouncy--and she was rocking back and forth on her heels, tugging at her CUUUUTE pink sweater a bit. Her eyes found the menu again, and she just--UUGH..
TOO MANY OPTIONS OKAY?
......
He stared at her, squinting a little. Was she seriously asking him all of these questions? Was this some sort of weird initiation he wasn't aware of?
Swallowing slowly, in an attempt at thinking this through and not being terrible to her he nodded a little. "It's lemonade.... You've never had lemonade? Do you know what lemons taste like?" Seriously. Did she? "The exploding kind could potentially hurt you... depends on how much of a risk you feel like today." Duh.
There was so much energy in this chick. He wasn't sure how to handle that. Normally, he was fairly good with women. But she was more like a child than a woman. And... he only did well with Robertser children.
"What do you feel like?"
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Jake's first thought was to suggest that possibly the screechsnaps were hungry or something, but he quickly reminded himself that Emmalee, being Senior Botanist, had probably covered all those bases.
"Maybe they're just angry," were the words that escaped his mouth instead, though he didn't recall informing his brain that that was the plan. Jake blinked at the ridiculousness of his own statement, and had the grace to look apologetic for the statement at least. Just sipping his juice here. Yep. "Sounds like it's a real riot on your level, then." Better.
Jake smiled at Emmalee. A proper one.
"Thanks. I'm hoping so too. I feel good about it, at least. Helps to have made a more informed decision, and all." As opposed to jumping into things like his younger self just LOVED to do. Progress. Somewhat.
"I'll have to call one of those sentient plant diviners, then," she laughed. Though, she did wonder if the supplier had mishandled them. Transport trauma, perhaps.
"Riot is a word I would use, yes," she said, rubbing her temple with her free hand. A riot she should probably get back to. Sighing, she set her empty cup down as she listened to Jake talk about his plans.
"I wish you luck in that, then. It was nice to meet you, but I really should get back to my screechers." With a smile and a nod, she turned, then, and made her way back to level 4.
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Has anyone ever sung you a lullaby?
You can fly above the rain clouds
Close your eyes
Let the melody carry you
Leave all your fears behind
You can float across a rainbowsky
to once upon a time
He stared at her, squinting a little. Was she seriously asking him all of these questions? Was this some sort of weird initiation he wasn't aware of?
Swallowing slowly, in an attempt at thinking this through and not being terrible to her he nodded a little. "It's lemonade.... You've never had lemonade? Do you know what lemons taste like?" Seriously. Did she? "The exploding kind could potentially hurt you... depends on how much of a risk you feel like today." Duh.
There was so much energy in this chick. He wasn't sure how to handle that. Normally, he was fairly good with women. But she was more like a child than a woman. And... he only did well with Robertser children.
"What do you feel like?"
Ember tilted her head at him. She detected...an emotion that wasn't happiness. Hmm. She wondered what in Merlin's name could be causing this! Maybe he just needed a hug. Hmm. "Well--I've had lemonade before, yes--BUUUUT never exploding lemonade--" she said wide eyes and a nod. "And everyone's lemonade is DIFFERENT so of course--I wondered if the drink HERE is good." She shrugged and SMILED. "SO they CAN make someone EXPLODE?" she asked, bouncing a bit at the thought.
THE HORROR. THE EXCITEMENT. THEEEEEE ADVENTURE of almost blowing up! YES. EMBER WANTED IT.
"I feel like EXPLODING. I'll have that one--YES--you're such a LOVELY assistant to my decision making--" she BEAMED at him and went to order one of the..DAANGEROUUUUS drinks--"By the way-I'm EMBER. EMBER BRIGHTEN!" she liked to jump when she said her name because it was an awesome name for an awesome personality LIKE HERSELF WHOOOOOH
Hyperhyperhyper now.
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Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin
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It was time for coffee. She was still adjusting to coming back to work after the winter break (yes, still). January had been much of a tea person until recently. Something about coffee had a much better pick-me-up than tea. Grabbing a foam cup, January went over to the coffee station and tried to decide what kind she wanted today. Black was too bitter. Lattes were too sugary. Hmm...
Muttering to herself, January poured herself some straight coffee and settled for some regular cream and sugar. It would do.
It was time for coffee. She was still adjusting to coming back to work after the winter break (yes, still). January had been much of a tea person until recently. Something about coffee had a much better pick-me-up than tea. Grabbing a foam cup, January went over to the coffee station and tried to decide what kind she wanted today. Black was too bitter. Lattes were too sugary. Hmm...
Muttering to herself, January poured herself some straight coffee and settled for some regular cream and sugar. It would do.
A juice bar. This was so fancy. It was literally a bar of coffees and juices, this was so nice, were all offices like this? Tala had no idea, but it was nice, really. She grabbed a cup and poured herself some pomegranate juice. There was a woman nearby, one Tala had seen around the office, but had not spoken to.
She seemed nice, and she was beautiful in a delicate way Tala was envious of and that was exactly why Taladona Jordan walked up to the woman. "Hi, I'm Tala, we work together? Your hair is, like, soooo mad pretty." Tala said, smiling away, her green eyes warm and bright.
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A juice bar. This was so fancy. It was literally a bar of coffees and juices, this was so nice, were all offices like this? Tala had no idea, but it was nice, really. She grabbed a cup and poured herself some pomegranate juice. There was a woman nearby, one Tala had seen around the office, but had not spoken to.
She seemed nice, and she was beautiful in a delicate way Tala was envious of and that was exactly why Taladona Jordan walked up to the woman. "Hi, I'm Tala, we work together? Your hair is, like, soooo mad pretty." Tala said, smiling away, her green eyes warm and bright.
January was about to grab a pastry and find a seat, but a voice beside her made her pause. To her left she saw her coworker and gave her a pleasant smile. Tala, yes, that was her name. And apparently she thought her hair was "soooo mad pretty". That was a compliment, but it made her laugh a little because of her choice of words.
"Thank you. I got my mother's hair." She rather liked it, too. "You work with werewolves, right?" she asked, putting a lid on her cup of coffee. Then she stepped aside and grabbed a pastry to get out of the way of the other workers.
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