Post by taylor on Feb 14, 2011 3:50:52 GMT 2
Well, another day, another job. Taylor had her arms crossed as she walked towards Grimmauld Place. A frown graced her soft, if not mildly feral, features. And why wouldn't she frown? Another muggle job had let her go due to her excessive sick days. The full moon had been particularly harsh this month. Hard enough, apparently, to cost her her job. But there were always more, and she was qualified. She had the right smile, the right turn of her head, the right way to not stutter through an interview. At least, not anymore. But that would be tomorrow. Today, she didn't want to have to deal with money, or her lack thereof. So she entered number 12 in hopes of seeing some familiar faces that were bound to cheer her up.
Except the place was empty. This creeped her out a bit, especially with some of the Death Eater paraphenelia that lingered in the dirtier of rooms. Nonetheless, she stayed in the kitchen and helped herself to making a pot of tea. The silence was eerie, but she wasn't complaining. As brave as Taylor was, some things really disenhearted her, and one of them was losing muggle jobs. The thought brought another frown on her face as she watched the kettle. She didn't feel a need to sulk, but her wall was a bit down. Again, she realized her thoughts had turned to her misfortune and she forced herself to think of happier things. Perhaps someone would drop by here soon, because she wasn't exactly denying any company.
YOU CAN TRY TO RESIST Sirius! TRY TO HIDE FROM MY KISS 259 BUT YOU KNOW THAT YOU CAN'T Alright CAN'T FIGHT THE MOONLIGHT Remus should join in a couple of posts
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