RP/Notice: Posting Opening Notices
Date: February 5, 2005
Characters: Hermione Granger. Draco Malfoy. Roger Davies. Remus Lupin. Anyone else
Location: Streets of Stoatshead Hill
Status: Public
Summary: Hermione posts notices about Bookworm's Grand Opening
Completion: Complete (?)
By the time the sun rose, Hermione had been hard at work for nearly four hours. It had been a sleepless night, one of the worst since the end of the war, and she'd stumbled out of bed shortly before four with Lestrange's laughter ringing in her ears. She'd fallen to her knees at the toilet and thrown up until her stomach had finally settled down and her ears stopping ringing. A hot shower had followed, and she stood there beneath the spray until her skin was pink.
After getting dressed, she Apparated to the shop, made coffee and ate a piece of dry toast before starting on her letters. She watched the sunrise while sipping a fresh cup, and then Apparated to a meeting in Cambridge with the solicitor. She was so happy to have found him, as he'd been a fantastic resource for the printing contracts as well as copyright and press information. He confirmed that the contract regarding the printing and selling of the Davies' books in Germany was good, which meant she'd be able to confirm a meeting with Girta Schmidt soon. Possibly by the end of the month, she decided as she left his office in time to make a meeting outside Aberdeen.
It was nearly one by the time she arrived back in Stoatshead Hill. The meetings had been successful, which made the day quite nice despite how it had started. Once she put away her notes and paperwork, she went to the loo and then gathered the flyers she'd made yesterday, with Cedric's help. It had been her intention to post them yesterday, but his sudden confession and subsequent question regarding a date, something she was doing her best not to analyze or overthink, yet, she'd not had a chance. So, she planned to put them up today before her meeting with Irma Pince later in the day.
The town was becoming more active, which was nice. According to the Prophet she'd read earlier, there were new projects and businesses being opened and planned. That was definitely a sign of reconstruction, and it made her more hopeful than she'd felt in awhile. The Minister seemed okay so far, though she reserved judgement on the Ministry until it earned her respect. People were trying to rebuild the world, and that was something rather amazing to be a part of even if it would take time and a lot of hard word.
Personally, she thought the silly bint that had been worried about clothing, of all things, needed a lesson in the reality of reconstruction and just how much work needed done to rebuild their world instead of receiving 'advice', if you could call Lockhart's obvious self-promotion of 'buy things from me despite the fact many of you can't even afford food' advice, on robes versus denims. While she didn't mind robes at all, it wasn't really something she felt was very important right now considering the state of their world. Besides, you could be magical whether you had on the finest robes in the world or were walking about naked as long as you were born with the gift and had a wand; and the latter wasn't even necessary entirely if you were using wandless magic.
It was rather infuriating, in fact, that someone who had 'celebrity' was more concerned with themselves than the rest of their world, but she supposed it was too much to hope that amnesia would have changed Lockhart from the selfish egocentric liar he'd been in the past. Instead of using the fact that some foolish witch actually wrote him for advice to point out the many more important things that might need her attention more than what her husband was wearing, he'd turned it into an advert for his shop. Of course, she tried to remember that he had suffered complete amnesia and had been forced to begin relearning everything from scratch barely a decade ago, which she supposed provided some sort of leniency. After all, he'd just been learning how to write again several years after that incident. Still, that knowledge didn't make her any less disappointed to see a column devoted to such trivial matters. Some people might find it amusing, which might have been the point, though she doubted it knowing how he'd been back in second year.
Regardless, it certainly made her appreciate the fact that Glenda Chittock and Orsino Thruston, among others, were at least using their 'celebrity' to entice people to help rebuild housing in wizarding Cambridge, which had suffered quite a loss, instead of promoting themselves, though she found the fact that so many people were working towards rebuilding and opening shops very admirable on the whole. Lockhart's shop was a positive, even if she personally found there to be a lack of need for fancy robes when most people couldn't afford basic items needed for survival. Of course, she was fully aware that others might think that printing books and running a bookstore was pointless, so she didn't hold someone's choice of career against them. It was mostly the fact that he'd used his column to advertise himself instead of trying to help the wizarding community in a way that was more useful than what people were wearing at the moment that made her glad she'd seen what he was really like when she was younger. However, the entire article had given her an idea, so that was good even if it had been rather disappointing to see.
Thoughts of the Prophet articles kept her mind active for most of the walk and then her thoughts drifted to the owls she'd received earlier from Greg Goyle, of all people. While she tried to keep an open mind and knew people changed from their school days as they matured, she was honestly surprised to have received an owl from him. If he was sincere, though, it would be lovely to have someone to help Mandy with the shelter and to eventually run it as mediwizard-in-charge. That would be one project successfully passed on to others, and she could just volunteer a few days a month as needed.
When she crossed the river, she headed right on River Road towards the Five Alarm. There were several posting boards that had been put up around town, but the one by the pub was the most popular, so she went there first. She hung up the notice and stepped back, deciding that it looked good enough for her purposes. Maybe someone would see it and inquire about a job. She could hope, at least.
Characters: Hermione Granger. Draco Malfoy. Roger Davies. Remus Lupin. Anyone else
Location: Streets of Stoatshead Hill
Status: Public
Summary: Hermione posts notices about Bookworm's Grand Opening
Completion: Complete (?)
By the time the sun rose, Hermione had been hard at work for nearly four hours. It had been a sleepless night, one of the worst since the end of the war, and she'd stumbled out of bed shortly before four with Lestrange's laughter ringing in her ears. She'd fallen to her knees at the toilet and thrown up until her stomach had finally settled down and her ears stopping ringing. A hot shower had followed, and she stood there beneath the spray until her skin was pink.
After getting dressed, she Apparated to the shop, made coffee and ate a piece of dry toast before starting on her letters. She watched the sunrise while sipping a fresh cup, and then Apparated to a meeting in Cambridge with the solicitor. She was so happy to have found him, as he'd been a fantastic resource for the printing contracts as well as copyright and press information. He confirmed that the contract regarding the printing and selling of the Davies' books in Germany was good, which meant she'd be able to confirm a meeting with Girta Schmidt soon. Possibly by the end of the month, she decided as she left his office in time to make a meeting outside Aberdeen.
It was nearly one by the time she arrived back in Stoatshead Hill. The meetings had been successful, which made the day quite nice despite how it had started. Once she put away her notes and paperwork, she went to the loo and then gathered the flyers she'd made yesterday, with Cedric's help. It had been her intention to post them yesterday, but his sudden confession and subsequent question regarding a date, something she was doing her best not to analyze or overthink, yet, she'd not had a chance. So, she planned to put them up today before her meeting with Irma Pince later in the day.
The town was becoming more active, which was nice. According to the Prophet she'd read earlier, there were new projects and businesses being opened and planned. That was definitely a sign of reconstruction, and it made her more hopeful than she'd felt in awhile. The Minister seemed okay so far, though she reserved judgement on the Ministry until it earned her respect. People were trying to rebuild the world, and that was something rather amazing to be a part of even if it would take time and a lot of hard word.
Personally, she thought the silly bint that had been worried about clothing, of all things, needed a lesson in the reality of reconstruction and just how much work needed done to rebuild their world instead of receiving 'advice', if you could call Lockhart's obvious self-promotion of 'buy things from me despite the fact many of you can't even afford food' advice, on robes versus denims. While she didn't mind robes at all, it wasn't really something she felt was very important right now considering the state of their world. Besides, you could be magical whether you had on the finest robes in the world or were walking about naked as long as you were born with the gift and had a wand; and the latter wasn't even necessary entirely if you were using wandless magic.
It was rather infuriating, in fact, that someone who had 'celebrity' was more concerned with themselves than the rest of their world, but she supposed it was too much to hope that amnesia would have changed Lockhart from the selfish egocentric liar he'd been in the past. Instead of using the fact that some foolish witch actually wrote him for advice to point out the many more important things that might need her attention more than what her husband was wearing, he'd turned it into an advert for his shop. Of course, she tried to remember that he had suffered complete amnesia and had been forced to begin relearning everything from scratch barely a decade ago, which she supposed provided some sort of leniency. After all, he'd just been learning how to write again several years after that incident. Still, that knowledge didn't make her any less disappointed to see a column devoted to such trivial matters. Some people might find it amusing, which might have been the point, though she doubted it knowing how he'd been back in second year.
Regardless, it certainly made her appreciate the fact that Glenda Chittock and Orsino Thruston, among others, were at least using their 'celebrity' to entice people to help rebuild housing in wizarding Cambridge, which had suffered quite a loss, instead of promoting themselves, though she found the fact that so many people were working towards rebuilding and opening shops very admirable on the whole. Lockhart's shop was a positive, even if she personally found there to be a lack of need for fancy robes when most people couldn't afford basic items needed for survival. Of course, she was fully aware that others might think that printing books and running a bookstore was pointless, so she didn't hold someone's choice of career against them. It was mostly the fact that he'd used his column to advertise himself instead of trying to help the wizarding community in a way that was more useful than what people were wearing at the moment that made her glad she'd seen what he was really like when she was younger. However, the entire article had given her an idea, so that was good even if it had been rather disappointing to see.
Thoughts of the Prophet articles kept her mind active for most of the walk and then her thoughts drifted to the owls she'd received earlier from Greg Goyle, of all people. While she tried to keep an open mind and knew people changed from their school days as they matured, she was honestly surprised to have received an owl from him. If he was sincere, though, it would be lovely to have someone to help Mandy with the shelter and to eventually run it as mediwizard-in-charge. That would be one project successfully passed on to others, and she could just volunteer a few days a month as needed.
When she crossed the river, she headed right on River Road towards the Five Alarm. There were several posting boards that had been put up around town, but the one by the pub was the most popular, so she went there first. She hung up the notice and stepped back, deciding that it looked good enough for her purposes. Maybe someone would see it and inquire about a job. She could hope, at least.