Post by NAOMI RAINE on Aug 2, 2018 14:05:53 GMT -5
Naomi ran up the stairs, though she knew aparation would be faster, in her current state of feeling late she forgot that she had that ability. She was late to get home, worked late on a Friday, not sure why she was even still running. It wasn’t like the bar was going anywhere. But, Hadley’s temper might grow if she was late. “I’m home! I’m home!” she called opening the door with a bang against the wall. “Ooops.” She was more than uncertain how they got here at all as she kicked off her work heels and set all her bags, including the bottle of cheap wine she’d quickly bought down the street as she rushed home.
“I have wine!” she said letting the words echo through the apartment she shared with Hadley. She took the clip out of her hair and ran her fingers through it upside down trying to get the work day out of her hair. She was feeling so very overwhelmed actually being at work. The pressure that comes from being a fulltime employee was much more than Naomi expected. Her summer internship last year had not prepared her for the amount of work she would actually be doing.
This was her own fault, and she knew that. She was just a small girl who had a big idea that department needed a Statistical Analysis. She did the work for the Hogwart’s paper, but she did not ever understand how endless professional quidditch was. Naomi felt that she needed an assistant just to get all the stats in order. What was she doing? There were so many games every week and when she was just a simple, little intern she covered only the big games. Who knew about all the little ones that they had, the practice games were important too, because that’s when the back-up players had a chance to play and show their skills. So, that needed to be reported on, because how would people know that there were other players were doing when it came to trades. Naomi had a moral obligation to the future of these players to do it right!
Of course, much of this pressure she was putting on herself. And, she was missing HARRIET CARDEW . It had been a few months since they had graduated, which was why Naomi and Hadley had ended up in a flat together in the first place. Naomi had a job offer, Hadley was still applying at the time, so she could score the place and they assumed an income would come in eventually from Hadley. The last year and a half had been such a whirlwind, Naomi was surprised how much of it had passed. She and WILLIAM THATCHER had first kissed, a dare under some mistletoe at the time, but it had really sent their relationship into a weird and fuzzy place. After talking and talking and talking about it, they decided not to date, because he was going to graduate that year anyways and Naomi had one year left. When he’d gotten the quidditch offer, Naomi knew that they had made the right decision.
Then, seventh year, without even talking about it she had ended up making out with Harry. Well, one thing led to another, and she and Harry had spent most of their seventh year seeing who could try to stay quiet while the other pleasured each other in the shared girls dorm. Why any of them still talked to them was beyond her. Then gosh, finals. And Harry got a job offer out of country which meant that they knew without saying anything that their thing would end. It had hurt more than Naomi had imagined. Being out of school though was interesting, because though she’d never stopped talking to Will, now it was something of a conundrum, you know, not really knowing if she was dating Will or just “hanging out” whatever that meant.
Naomi was already taking off her pencil skirt when Hadley entered the room looking much more bar ready than her in the stuffy work outfit she had. NAomi had exactly two skirts and one pair of pants. On Fridays, she could wear jeans. She also had exactly three nice shirts for work and she tried really hard to mix and match so nobody knew. As she got more paychecks, she could get more items, but there were these weird things called bills, and wanting to go out instead of be responsible. Maybe she would just move home and spend all her money on herself or be selfish one day, but guess today was the day to go get drinks, because they had made it to the end of summer, somehow.
“Can I borrow your black skirt?” she said taking off the shirt now too. “Oh, and that halter, where is that halter I love?” She let herself into Hadley’s room to start looking through her clothes. Hadley had better clothes than she did, obviously.
“I have wine!” she said letting the words echo through the apartment she shared with Hadley. She took the clip out of her hair and ran her fingers through it upside down trying to get the work day out of her hair. She was feeling so very overwhelmed actually being at work. The pressure that comes from being a fulltime employee was much more than Naomi expected. Her summer internship last year had not prepared her for the amount of work she would actually be doing.
This was her own fault, and she knew that. She was just a small girl who had a big idea that department needed a Statistical Analysis. She did the work for the Hogwart’s paper, but she did not ever understand how endless professional quidditch was. Naomi felt that she needed an assistant just to get all the stats in order. What was she doing? There were so many games every week and when she was just a simple, little intern she covered only the big games. Who knew about all the little ones that they had, the practice games were important too, because that’s when the back-up players had a chance to play and show their skills. So, that needed to be reported on, because how would people know that there were other players were doing when it came to trades. Naomi had a moral obligation to the future of these players to do it right!
Of course, much of this pressure she was putting on herself. And, she was missing HARRIET CARDEW . It had been a few months since they had graduated, which was why Naomi and Hadley had ended up in a flat together in the first place. Naomi had a job offer, Hadley was still applying at the time, so she could score the place and they assumed an income would come in eventually from Hadley. The last year and a half had been such a whirlwind, Naomi was surprised how much of it had passed. She and WILLIAM THATCHER had first kissed, a dare under some mistletoe at the time, but it had really sent their relationship into a weird and fuzzy place. After talking and talking and talking about it, they decided not to date, because he was going to graduate that year anyways and Naomi had one year left. When he’d gotten the quidditch offer, Naomi knew that they had made the right decision.
Then, seventh year, without even talking about it she had ended up making out with Harry. Well, one thing led to another, and she and Harry had spent most of their seventh year seeing who could try to stay quiet while the other pleasured each other in the shared girls dorm. Why any of them still talked to them was beyond her. Then gosh, finals. And Harry got a job offer out of country which meant that they knew without saying anything that their thing would end. It had hurt more than Naomi had imagined. Being out of school though was interesting, because though she’d never stopped talking to Will, now it was something of a conundrum, you know, not really knowing if she was dating Will or just “hanging out” whatever that meant.
Naomi was already taking off her pencil skirt when Hadley entered the room looking much more bar ready than her in the stuffy work outfit she had. NAomi had exactly two skirts and one pair of pants. On Fridays, she could wear jeans. She also had exactly three nice shirts for work and she tried really hard to mix and match so nobody knew. As she got more paychecks, she could get more items, but there were these weird things called bills, and wanting to go out instead of be responsible. Maybe she would just move home and spend all her money on herself or be selfish one day, but guess today was the day to go get drinks, because they had made it to the end of summer, somehow.
“Can I borrow your black skirt?” she said taking off the shirt now too. “Oh, and that halter, where is that halter I love?” She let herself into Hadley’s room to start looking through her clothes. Hadley had better clothes than she did, obviously.
nudge for changes, love!
HADLEY DRAKE | wearing: technically a bar and tights |
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