 A Poop * k8 *
Ember thought the woman must be in charge of the food. OH SHE WAS A SAINT. She giggled and nodded, nomming on her crackers. She would need drink soon, though, because saaaalt. "Good. Glad to hear it. Days seem to go by muuuch better when mornings are smooth, you know?" she grinned an wondered where the woman was off to now?
Eventually, she'd had enough crackers, and she wondered when the lift was going to MOVE. Um HELLO--work here! But she was trying to be patience. Ember was good at being patient, uh huh. She shoved the bag back into her little bag and siiiighed. "Hi, Aria. What a beautiful name. it reminds me of the stars--" she said, in an very airy voice. And the stars reminded her of night time, which reminded her of her pets, and she just UGH. She missed her babies already, like she did every day, but that was okay. She'd get over it.
Oh my. Was she mixed blood?! What did she MEAN? Ember just smiled confusedly at her. "Wh-what? I mean--my dad's a muggle born--" is that what she was asking? Because if so, well..why did that matter, eh? And she felt like a muggle born a lot of times, since both her parents had muggle jobs and she had been raised in a very muggle way. Simple and stuff. Was Aria one of those crazy pureblood supremacists?! OH NO.
"I figured it had something to do with that--oh wow!" she nodded. "The food is just...SO good there--you do a LOVELY job, I tell you!" she said and she tilted her head a little and examined the woman some more. The lift could start moving now, yeah?
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |