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Shanners · 01-09-2011, 07:37 PM

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Originally Posted by Rookins

Lyra was dressed to the nine's in her stylish robs. Sarcasm. She was not fond of dressing in wizarding robes as it hid her stylish figure to what she was use to showing off, though it wouldn't be around for long. Her fingers were fluffing her hair, something that kept her looking good, at least, when the door opened. A new boss.

"It's Mrs. Miles," she chimed in, allowing her new boss to take in the moment that she was NOW MARRIED. After all the years of pining over Christian, they finally met back up and he belonged to her. After fluffing her long golden locks of hair, she pushed the strands behind her shoulders and smiled. "It's been a while since I've been here but I did work in the education department before becoming sick." And sick was not the worst part of it, that was a long story all on it's own.

"But, I came to visit with you in hopes of returning, though with restrictions of course." There were certain things that were going to happen this time and she was not going to become what she was before.

Ah, it was 'Mrs', which meant the woman was married, or atleast too old to not want to be called Miss, in which Tatelyn would have suggested using Ms. But she didn't look old, anyway. Her early twenties, the older woman presumed upon first glance. "Well then, Mrs. Miles; lovely to meet you. As the door says: Tatelyn Beauchamp, Department Head. But feel free to call me Tate, i'll answer to most, really." She nodded, before brushing a loose strand of her now-growing hair behind her ear.

So, a returning employee. Interesting. Tate nodded, and pushed her door open fully, taking a step to the side. "Well, I do hope you're feeling better, indeed. Do come on in." At least that way they could get comfortable, and talk. Instead of being on the 'doorstep', so to speak. "Would you like a normal chair, or a bean bag, you never know everybody's personal choice, so I store both." That way everyone was happy, right?

"Well, you can return, by all means! Another person around, just means all the more fun. So what restrictions do you have in mind?" Fun, quite possibly, couldn't be involved in these restrictions, could it? Not that Tate minded, actually. As long as everybody was safe, and happy.

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Shanners DMAC & DMC Manticore Join Date: Dec 2005 Location: whoville Posts: 43,369 Gryffindor Sixth Year First Year x7 x5	∞ 17 \| RP entrepreneur \| defies gravity \| Miss George is flawless \| blanket burrito lyfe Quote: Originally Posted by Rookins Lyra was dressed to the nine's in her stylish robs. Sarcasm. She was not fond of dressing in wizarding robes as it hid her stylish figure to what she was use to showing off, though it wouldn't be around for long. Her fingers were fluffing her hair, something that kept her looking good, at least, when the door opened. A new boss. "It's Mrs. Miles," she chimed in, allowing her new boss to take in the moment that she was NOW MARRIED. After all the years of pining over Christian, they finally met back up and he belonged to her. After fluffing her long golden locks of hair, she pushed the strands behind her shoulders and smiled. "It's been a while since I've been here but I did work in the education department before becoming sick." And sick was not the worst part of it, that was a long story all on it's own. "But, I came to visit with you in hopes of returning, though with restrictions of course." There were certain things that were going to happen this time and she was not going to become what she was before. Ah, it was 'Mrs', which meant the woman was married, or atleast too old to not want to be called Miss, in which Tatelyn would have suggested using Ms. But she didn't look old, anyway. Her early twenties, the older woman presumed upon first glance. "Well then, Mrs. Miles; lovely to meet you. As the door says: Tatelyn Beauchamp, Department Head. But feel free to call me Tate, i'll answer to most, really." She nodded, before brushing a loose strand of her now-growing hair behind her ear. So, a returning employee. Interesting. Tate nodded, and pushed her door open fully, taking a step to the side. "Well, I do hope you're feeling better, indeed. Do come on in." At least that way they could get comfortable, and talk. Instead of being on the 'doorstep', so to speak. "Would you like a normal chair, or a bean bag, you never know everybody's personal choice, so I store both." That way everyone was happy, right? "Well, you can return, by all means! Another person around, just means all the more fun. So what restrictions do you have in mind?" Fun, quite possibly, couldn't be involved in these restrictions, could it? Not that Tate minded, actually. As long as everybody was safe, and happy. __________________ [Grimoire]__________________________________________________ ____________