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 Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2008 4:37 pm
For the first time in a very long time, singing could be heard. Well, Ianna rarely sang, but she was in such a good mood. Even though Aricia had come to her without her guardian - who knew what had happened to her, and Ianna was slightly worried - she was in a good mood.
The little girl had run her ragged, but it was a good feeling to have a little girl around the Headquarters again. She reminded her a lot of her own daughter, who was finally getting her act together. Currently, the little girl was sitting at a makeshift table, coloring with some crayons provided by the older woman. She seemed okay with things, though Ianna knew children often were NOT how they appeared to be most of the time.
She'd had her for a good week now, and was hoping that whoever she was choosing for her new guardian would show up sometime soon. The girl needed her parent, because Ianna certainly couldn't take her, and nobody else could take her either. Patrick certainly was all tapped out.
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Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2008 1:31 am
There was an advantage to being on the bottom rung, despite the vast amount of pots and other utensils that required cleaning at the bakery. Annalise smiled and shifted her cloth bag higher onto her shoulder, ticking off her advantages on one hand as she walked. First, clean hands. Second, you get skilled enough to work faster than the washing machine. Third... You get to get off early, even if you have to make deliveries on your way home. Speaking of, where is this 'Wand Shop'?
The woman paused, looking up. "Hm, fancy that," she mused out loud. "Whoever ordered these forgot the extra "pe" on the end. Tsk, tsk!" The thin, wire-frame glasses were adjusted slightly as she took the place in. Well, the cookies wouldn't get any warmer standing out here...
Annalise opened the door and walked in, giving Ianna and the child (aww, she was coloring! How cute!) a broad smile. "Hello! I'm from Rising Muffin Bakery, here for a delivery," she said, practically waltzing over to the desk and pulling out a white box filled with assorted cookies. Following the box came a folded piece of paper, complete with a dotted line with its own fashionable 'X' in front of it. "Ah, can I get one of you to sign this, please?"
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