 ½ of Lauralie | Koala | The being in Ern's pocket | Baby Smurf | Prouf member of The Flock
Maine shuffled into the work areas, coffee flask in one hand and the Daily prophet in the other. Closed of course, she wasn't exactly stupid. But upon reaching, she realized that it wasn't as empty as it normally was when she arrived. Strange. Maybe she'd overslept again.
"Good morning, everyone!" she beamed, dropping her stuff off at her desk before making her way towards the crowd. And then noticed the huge blot on Natasha's paper.
"I hate it when that happens," she said, frowning. "I could help you rewrite some of those if you want. It looks pretty bad." It did, really. And Maine had finished work on her shipment of backfires, so she was pretty free today. |