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 Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2022 2:51 pm
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Hailey Scheer
Twenty Two Years Old - Slytherin Alumna - Muggleborn
Junior Assistant to the Minister of Magic
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Hailey nodded, sure of herself, when Wren said she looked sharp. That was what she intended to go for while still dressing in what felt like herself. Someone could dress sharply while still showing their personality – there was a difference between sharp and boring, after all. As Wren gave Hailey his order, she tried to hide the fact that his list of food caught her off guard. Luckily, his eyes were on the menu rather than on her, which helped her compose herself without him noticing. Was he serious? The audacity.
Of all people, her best contact for an investment was Wren. He was also the person most likely to pull s**t like this. Hailey refrained from rolling her eyes at the situation, and even more so when the man asked if she needed him to write it down. “Actually, yes, if you don’t mind,” she responded, sliding over a napkin and quill across the table – no way was he going to scribble down his ridiculous order on the back (or worse, the front) of one of her blueprints. As the blonde waited, she hoped her request didn’t come off too abrasive. It would have been quite a shame if the reason he declined to invest was because Hailey was too bitchy – something she’d been told before on multiple occasions.
Taking the napkin, Hailey went up to the cashier and slipped them Wren’s written order, adding that she’d also like an iced chai latte. Once ready, Hailey carried back a tray and placed it on their table. Noticing that Wren had left a few galleons on the table, she looked at him as he glanced over one of her plan proposals and asked, “Was that a test?” This time, Hailey gave in to her impulse to roll her eyes but still took the cash. “Fine, fine.” She did have to admit, Wren knew her quite well. Hailey pondered for a moment, trying to think of the juiciest gossip she had heard recently that would feed his hunger. “Oh! One of Chanda’s customers is a mistress to the son of someone on the Wizengamot. She’s pregnant with their second kid, but isn’t sure if the baby is the son’s or her second boyfriend’s, who works in Magical Sports.”
Hailey sipped from her drink before answering the next question. “Yep. I can’t believe we’ve been living together a year now. Still no new tattoos, at least on me since the first time.” Fortunately for Hailey’s mental state, but unfortunate for Wren’s desire for drama, her relationship with Sam felt very stable and safe. Who would have thought that she would have ended up with her brother’s best friend? After a few more moments of catching up on all the latest news, Hailey clapped her hands together. “Anyway, I actually do intend on getting through my proposal with you today,” she stated, noting that they’ve been lollygagging for the past ten minutes and that Wren showed up late. So, the blonde began going over her plans, starting with the document that Wren had in front of him.
((OOC: outfit in left picture))
You were r e d and you liked me 'cause I was b l u e
But you t o u c h e d me and suddenly I was a l i l a c sky
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2023 10:44 pm
 ✦✧WREN ADRIEL WINCHESTER23 years || Slytherin alum || pureblood legilimens
Apprentice WandmakerxxxxxxHead of Family
xxxxxxxxOllivander'sxxxxxxxxxxxWinchester Foundation
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“A test?” Wren narrowed his eyes before curling his mouth into a smirk. ”Perhaps.”
He hummed with interest as Hailey indulged his request for gossip. “One of Chanda’s customers”, “Son of someone on the Wizengamot”, and “Magical Sports” wasn’t much to go on, but he knew there was a love triangle?…shape going on in the Ministry now. Some cross-referencing, some digging around, and Nim might be able to turn that into some usable information. Wren wasn’t much for blackmail– he didn’t have anything that he couldn’t just…get–but it was always nice to know what was going on.
”Oh? I didn't know that that was a possible side effect of living with Sam Dashwood. But stable is good.” As much as Wren liked amusing drama, he actually cared about his friends and would rather not have them suffer the stress of drama. The everyday drama– who was picking up the kids, what was going on in the world of potions research, how much an occamy egg was going for on the black market– that was all the drama Wren needed.
Wren sighed dramatically as Hailey clapped her hands. He speared his salad, waving a bit of chicken in front of Dunce’s nose but the cat was busy with her turkey and ignored him. ”Fine, fine, make me work” he said, picking up the document he’d been flipping through and returning to the front page. ”This is your yoga studio, fitness center thing right? Pitch to me. Who are you expecting as customers, what kind of service, what revenue model you’re looking for, that nonsense. The general bit first, since it seems like you’ve pivoted since our Hogwarts days.”
_______________ setting I Like the Lattes a Latte, May 2058 || withHailey Scheer, still as diligent as ever.
appearance 5'8", quite fit || wearing turtleneck shirt + suit jacket + black jeans
status Well MagiScouts is doing pretty well so I guess maybe I'm not that bad at throwing money at my friends. _______________//OOC: --- _______________    Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow
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"The Hollow Men" by T.S. Elliot.
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AliceInWonderland0921 Crew
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2025 8:51 am
xx❁ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Coffee Shop - Diagon
xxx❁ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? A few patrons
xxxx❁ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Coffee time!
xxxxx❁ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? Brrr... It's chilly Genevieve had had a productive week and was generally enjoying her time spent here in Diagon Alley, either shopping or working over at Cloak and Coven. She was getting the exposure to the industry that she wanted, was shared her ideas and designs with Milan, and genuinely starting to make an impression within fashion world. Everything was really starting to come together for her and the French/Irish young woman was pleasantly pleased with herself. After a productive week working at the shop, Genie had decided she wanted to treat herself to a nice latte and maybe one of the decadent pastries offered by the shop. She had brought along her sketchbook so she could work on some of the designs she was developing. It was a chilly day in Diagon and the young woman had quickly ducked into the shop. Once it was her turn to order, she got herself a raspberry truffle latte and raspberry swirl cheesecake slice. Then she found a nice seat with a few of the outside so that she could enjoy her indulgences while she worked on her designs. Genevieve liked to sit beside the windows because she enjoyed watching the people go by and often times drew inspirations from the people in the Alley. With the weather being chilly, she didn't expect too many folks to be shopping, but it was still busy enough that she could enjoy her people watching hobby. Taking a sip from her latte, she stopped looking out the window for a moment to put some work into the dress she was designing.
I ᴜsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙɪᴛᴇ ᴍʏ ᴛᴏɴɢᴜᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴍʏ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ, sᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʀᴏᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴍᴇss
Sᴏ I sᴀᴛ ᴏ̨ᴜɪᴇᴛʟʏ, ᴀɢʀᴇᴇᴅ ᴘᴏʟɪᴛᴇʟʏ, I ɢᴜᴇss ᴛʜᴀᴛ I ғᴏʀɢᴏᴛ I ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇ
I ʟᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘᴜsʜ ᴍᴇ ᴘᴀsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ. I sᴛᴏᴏᴅ ғᴏʀ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ, sᴏ I ғᴇʟʟ ғᴏʀ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ
Yᴏᴜ ʜᴇʟᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ, ʙᴜᴛ I ɢᴏᴛ ᴜᴘ, ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ʙʀᴜsʜɪɴɢ ᴏғғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴜsᴛ
Yᴏᴜ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴍʏ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴏᴜɴᴅ, ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴜɴᴅᴇʀ, ɢᴏɴɴᴀ sʜᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ
Yᴏᴜ ʜᴇʟᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ, ʙᴜᴛ I ɢᴏᴛ ᴜᴘ, ɢᴇᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ 'ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ I'ᴠᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ
I sᴇᴇ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ, I sᴇᴇ ɪᴛ ɴᴏᴡ! I ɢᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇʏᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪɢᴇʀ, ᴀ ғɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ! Dᴀɴᴄɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀᴇ!
'Cᴀᴜsᴇ I ᴀᴍ ᴀ ᴄʜᴀᴍᴘɪᴏɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴍᴇ ʀᴏᴀʀ! Lᴏᴜᴅᴇʀ, ʟᴏᴜᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴀ ʟɪᴏɴ!
'Cᴀᴜsᴇ I ᴀᴍ ᴀ ᴄʜᴀᴍᴘɪᴏɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴍᴇ ʀᴏᴀʀ!
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2025 11:23 pm
'Cause it's just a smokescreen, it's all just a fake
Built upon a beautiful mistake
Waited for the truth just to show
Lies will lead me more than we know
Seen it all before, don't leave me wanting more
 Muggleborn ⚝ Grчffındor Alumnı ⚝ Medıɯtıch In-Trαınıng *¸.✬★*´´☽ If seventh year Nare could see herself now, she'd savor the seemingly hectic schedule she had then compared to the one she willfully lived through. Today-yesterday? Yesterday-had been one of her Busy Day's in which she would sit in a physical class for her online degree, more than likely a lab that would take the better part of the morning. She'd just barely have enough time to find and scarf down some food before she went to St. Mungos for her mediwitch training which were currently doing overnight rotations. Which is what she just left from and was feeling the effects of burning the daylight and midnight oils (briefly she wondered how and where that term came from but was much too tired to look it up.)
A smart person would've gone straight home, taken a nap, and enjoyed the free coffee there, but when has Nare ever accused herself of that? Instead, the young adult was walking into the coffee shop, shivering in relief from the cold weather outside as she went to wait in the thankfully short line. When it was her turn, she ordered the Marble Truffle with three additional shots of espresso and a breakfast sandwich to help soak up the sugar and caffeine. After she was given her order, Nare realized the short line was a diversion to hide the fact that the café was pretty full and all the single tables were taken. She looked around a bit and found a decently sized table by the window that was only occupied by one other person who hopefully wouldn't mind company. "Sorry to bother you, but all the other tables are full. D'you mind if I sit with you?" Nare gave a small grin hoping the physical exhaustion she felt would be enough of a ploy to let her sit there.
May angels lead you in
Hear you me, my friends
On sleepless roads, the sleepless go
May angels lead you in 
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AliceInWonderland0921 Crew
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Posted: Wed Mar 19, 2025 12:00 am
xx❁ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Coffee Shop - Diagon
xxx❁ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? A new person!
xxxx❁ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Coffee time!
xxxxx❁ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? Brrr... It's chilly Her sketch was starting to come along quite nicely and Genie was pretty focused on perfecting the ruffle around the bust, so she hadn't noticed that the shop had gotten pretty busy. It wasn't until she heard a voice speaking to her that the woman even realized that the shop had filled up. Blue eyes looked up at the person speaking to her and it took her brain a second to realize she'd been asked a question. "Oh, 'ello zere. It ees pretty busy, no? Yes, please 'ave a seat," she said, gesturing to the open chair at her table. Her voice had the lilt of a French accent that betrayed her schooling at Beauxbatons. After confirming the seat was free, the brunette looked around the shop, wondering how long it had taken to get this busy inside the coffee shop. Had she been that focused on her sketch that she hadn't noticed, or had just a rush that came in while she was working? "My name ess Genevieve but most of my friends call me Genie. Pleasure to meet you." She offered her hand to shake, then picked up her pencil again, tapping her lip with the eraser. Huffing out a little sigh, she turned her sketchbook around and asked, "Do you sink ziss ees too much ruffle around zee bust? I vant eet to be fancy but I don't vant to over do eet." Genie chewed on her lip, hoping that she hadn't ruined her sketch by adding too much ruffle. She could redo the drawing, but this was about two hours of work that she'd have to redo.
I ᴜsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙɪᴛᴇ ᴍʏ ᴛᴏɴɢᴜᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴍʏ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ, sᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʀᴏᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴍᴇss
Sᴏ I sᴀᴛ ᴏ̨ᴜɪᴇᴛʟʏ, ᴀɢʀᴇᴇᴅ ᴘᴏʟɪᴛᴇʟʏ, I ɢᴜᴇss ᴛʜᴀᴛ I ғᴏʀɢᴏᴛ I ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇ
I ʟᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘᴜsʜ ᴍᴇ ᴘᴀsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ. I sᴛᴏᴏᴅ ғᴏʀ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ, sᴏ I ғᴇʟʟ ғᴏʀ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ
Yᴏᴜ ʜᴇʟᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ, ʙᴜᴛ I ɢᴏᴛ ᴜᴘ, ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ʙʀᴜsʜɪɴɢ ᴏғғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴜsᴛ
Yᴏᴜ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴍʏ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴏᴜɴᴅ, ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴜɴᴅᴇʀ, ɢᴏɴɴᴀ sʜᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ
Yᴏᴜ ʜᴇʟᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ, ʙᴜᴛ I ɢᴏᴛ ᴜᴘ, ɢᴇᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ 'ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ I'ᴠᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ
I sᴇᴇ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ, I sᴇᴇ ɪᴛ ɴᴏᴡ! I ɢᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇʏᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪɢᴇʀ, ᴀ ғɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ! Dᴀɴᴄɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀᴇ!
'Cᴀᴜsᴇ I ᴀᴍ ᴀ ᴄʜᴀᴍᴘɪᴏɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴍᴇ ʀᴏᴀʀ! Lᴏᴜᴅᴇʀ, ʟᴏᴜᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴀ ʟɪᴏɴ!
'Cᴀᴜsᴇ I ᴀᴍ ᴀ ᴄʜᴀᴍᴘɪᴏɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴍᴇ ʀᴏᴀʀ!
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Posted: Thu Mar 20, 2025 8:16 pm
'Cause it's just a smokescreen, it's all just a fake
Built upon a beautiful mistake
Waited for the truth just to show
Lies will lead me more than we know
Seen it all before, don't leave me wanting more
Muggleborn ⚝ Grчffındor Alumnı ⚝ Medıɯtıch In-Trαınıng *¸.✬★*´´☽ Nare felt a bit bad interrupting the other woman when she was obviously busy with something but she was selfishly glad she agreed to let her join. She gleefully took a seat and exhaled softly as she was finally off her feet for the first time in what felt like hours. It was such an enjoyable moment that she momentarily froze before her brain did a reboot and remembered not only was she in public but that she had hot food. It also meant she nearly missed the other woman-Genevieve or Genie-introduce herself and hold out a hand to shake. Nare grinned and put out her own to give a brief shake. "I'm Narine, but my friends call me Nare." The Gryffindor noted the French accent and figured she might just be here on holiday or had recently moved.
She covetously took a sip of her caffeine concoction and hummed softly in delight, taking a few more sips before she deemed herself awake enough to try eating. Nare had just taken a bite of her breakfast sandwich when Genevieve suddenly turned his book around to show her a sketch of a rather beautiful formal gown and asking if there was too much ruffle. She felt more than a bit awkward to be asked this since she was very sure she'd never be able to afford even looking at the dress, let alone wearing it. But she also figured it'd be rude to got reply since the other girl did seem legitimately distressed. "Uhm, I don't think it's too much...maybe just too small? Like maybe a bigger ruffle could make it more dramatic? At least, that's what I've heard said on 'Style It Out.'" Nare gave a slight grin and shrug. She wasn't big on the design show but would sit and watch it if it were on for background noise.
May angels lead you in
Hear you me, my friends
On sleepless roads, the sleepless go
May angels lead you in
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AliceInWonderland0921 Crew
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2025 12:09 pm
xx❁ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Coffee Shop - Diagon
xxx❁ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Nare
xxxx❁ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Coffee time!
xxxxx❁ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? Hm, more ruffles then Her table guest introduced herself as Narine, but her friends called her Nare, which Genie logged into her memory. Nare seemed to be exhausted, which was fair because that's how Genie usually felt after a long day. She wouldn't judge her for taking a break. At the response to Genie's question about her sketch, Genie's face lit up a little and she excitedly said, "Oh, I love zat show! Eet ees probably my favorite!" Naturally the fashion designer would love a show about designing clothing, especially when they usually made big poofy dresses. Turning her sketch book back around, she considered the drawing and mumbled, "Okay bigger ruffles, zat I can do." Genie started to modify her sketch to add bigger ruffles to her design. Pausing from her sketch for a moment, she sipped from her latte, savoring the raspberry flavor. "If you don't mind the intrusion, vat do you do, Nare?" Genie wanted to get to know her new friend a little more, even if they were only sharing a little moment together. She didn't have many friends in the UK, other than her cousins and her cousin's boyfriend.
I ᴜsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙɪᴛᴇ ᴍʏ ᴛᴏɴɢᴜᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴍʏ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ, sᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʀᴏᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴍᴇss
Sᴏ I sᴀᴛ ᴏ̨ᴜɪᴇᴛʟʏ, ᴀɢʀᴇᴇᴅ ᴘᴏʟɪᴛᴇʟʏ, I ɢᴜᴇss ᴛʜᴀᴛ I ғᴏʀɢᴏᴛ I ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇ
I ʟᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘᴜsʜ ᴍᴇ ᴘᴀsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ. I sᴛᴏᴏᴅ ғᴏʀ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ, sᴏ I ғᴇʟʟ ғᴏʀ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ
Yᴏᴜ ʜᴇʟᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ, ʙᴜᴛ I ɢᴏᴛ ᴜᴘ, ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ʙʀᴜsʜɪɴɢ ᴏғғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴜsᴛ
Yᴏᴜ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴍʏ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴏᴜɴᴅ, ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴜɴᴅᴇʀ, ɢᴏɴɴᴀ sʜᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ
Yᴏᴜ ʜᴇʟᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ, ʙᴜᴛ I ɢᴏᴛ ᴜᴘ, ɢᴇᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ 'ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ I'ᴠᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ
I sᴇᴇ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ, I sᴇᴇ ɪᴛ ɴᴏᴡ! I ɢᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇʏᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪɢᴇʀ, ᴀ ғɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ! Dᴀɴᴄɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀᴇ!
'Cᴀᴜsᴇ I ᴀᴍ ᴀ ᴄʜᴀᴍᴘɪᴏɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴍᴇ ʀᴏᴀʀ! Lᴏᴜᴅᴇʀ, ʟᴏᴜᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴀ ʟɪᴏɴ!
'Cᴀᴜsᴇ I ᴀᴍ ᴀ ᴄʜᴀᴍᴘɪᴏɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴍᴇ ʀᴏᴀʀ!
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Posted: Wed Mar 26, 2025 12:30 pm
'Cause it's just a smokescreen, it's all just a fake
Built upon a beautiful mistake
Waited for the truth just to show
Lies will lead me more than we know
Seen it all before, don't leave me wanting more
Muggleborn ⚝ Grчffındor Alumnı ⚝ Medıɯtıch In-Trαınıng *¸.✬★*´´☽ Nare was happy to see her rather off wall suggestion was not only taken somewhat seriously but also chuckled a bit that Genie also watched the design show. It had to be popular for a reason, right? "If it's on, I like having it as background noise while I'm reading or studying. Some of the challenges are...interesting." Again, she laughed a bit at her own words and lack of knowledge of it all. She couldn't see why making an entire outfit out of recycled chiffon would be such a hardship, but she also knew not every person knew how to deconstruct a diesel engine either.
While Genie worked on her sketch, Nare enjoyed sweetened coffee paired wonderfully with the savory sandwich and was thinking it was totally worth the lack of sleep for good food. Or at least edible food; some of the snacks she'd found in one of the employee lounge's looked like they'd cause her a personal stay at the hospital. She was broken from her thoughts by Genie suddenly asking her what she did for work which she didn't mind sharing. Especially since the other woman was nice enough to basically invade her table.
"I'm currently training to be a mediwitch at St. Mungos and taking university classes online to get my bachelors. So uh, very busy days...and nights actually." Nare chuckled self consciously while trying to hide it behind another sip of her coffee. It just then hit her that she was in Diagon and that not every magical person knew about online schooling or what a bachelors could be. Good grief, she really really hoped she wasn't going to have to explain the internet after only an hour cat nap at 2am.
May angels lead you in
Hear you me, my friends
On sleepless roads, the sleepless go
May angels lead you in
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