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Week Name/Date/Time: 'The Mistletoe Mishap' / Friday, 23 December / 9:42 PM
Location: The Leaky Cauldron
Open To: Evey
Currently Involving: Iseult
Today was no special day. Iseult had gone to work, come home, and gone out to drink. It's not that she wasn't satisfied with what she did for a living, it's just after a while it got boring just like any other regular job. So she drank away her problems like any alcoholic would do.
Instead of trying to do something about that, she went drinking and sometimes even wasted. It's not like Iseult really cared, for it was her body and she'd do what she wanted with it. If her brother dare say anything to her Iseult did hold a wand to him as he was helpless. Eventually he'd forget and all would be well again.
So taking her regular seat at the Leaky Cauldron bar, she said, "The regular, Tom," and placed her head in her hands. This week hadn't been a particularly bad week at work. The usual happened: screw up a patients condition here and there, and drop a few sewing needles on the floor without picking them up. Iseult was as careless as ever, but did anyone seem to see that? Psh, like she would leave the evidence. It's not like she really wanted to be working at damn St. Mungo's! Fashion was her passion, and the only reason Iseult was being forced to work at St. Mungo's and become a healer was because her parents thought that 'she had a gift there, and not many people did', so she should use it. Being the foolish person that she was, Iseult believed them and actually did what they told her. Like they were right...
Location: The Leaky Cauldron
Open To: Evey
Currently Involving: Iseult
Today was no special day. Iseult had gone to work, come home, and gone out to drink. It's not that she wasn't satisfied with what she did for a living, it's just after a while it got boring just like any other regular job. So she drank away her problems like any alcoholic would do.
Instead of trying to do something about that, she went drinking and sometimes even wasted. It's not like Iseult really cared, for it was her body and she'd do what she wanted with it. If her brother dare say anything to her Iseult did hold a wand to him as he was helpless. Eventually he'd forget and all would be well again.
So taking her regular seat at the Leaky Cauldron bar, she said, "The regular, Tom," and placed her head in her hands. This week hadn't been a particularly bad week at work. The usual happened: screw up a patients condition here and there, and drop a few sewing needles on the floor without picking them up. Iseult was as careless as ever, but did anyone seem to see that? Psh, like she would leave the evidence. It's not like she really wanted to be working at damn St. Mungo's! Fashion was her passion, and the only reason Iseult was being forced to work at St. Mungo's and become a healer was because her parents thought that 'she had a gift there, and not many people did', so she should use it. Being the foolish person that she was, Iseult believed them and actually did what they told her. Like they were right...