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ArianaBlack · 11-25-2014, 05:13 AM

SPOILER!!: eeeee!!!

Level one was dead- hardly a surprise- it always seemed to be. And to make it even WORSE she couldn't find that delightful piece of eye candy-ahem Ezra- anywhere. To top it all off, sitting in her small stuffy little cubicle home was starting to give her a headache and all she needed was a large chai tea latte, with extra whip, but only the fat free kind and holding off on the sugar. Witch Weekly was never like this. Every day was something to be excited about and she was around other people who were just as enthusiastic about fashion as she was, but here in the Ministry it seemed to be a place of constant judgement. So yes, six inch heels were hardly practical, but they were a statement and no one seemed to appreciate them around here!!

Ahem, right, so there were rumors about a little underground coffee shop, and Tiffany wanted to see it herself, no she NEEDED to see it herself. Mostly because she needed some caffeine more than ever, but also because she hoped there would be some form of civilization around the place. After what seemed like an ENDLESS flights of stairs-- ha, who was she kidding, stairs in THESE heels? Ridiculous. After what seemed like an ENDLESS elevator ride, she had finally made it to the--

Ew. They called this a coffee shop?

Uh, right.

Sure the place was well... Erm.... Endearing?

Clutching her Channel purse to her stomach- not wanting to get it dirty with whatever it was that was probably lining the place- she made her way to the line. Specifically behind the woman with the... Blue? Uh. Well, she had seen worse. It was definitely an interesting choice, though, Tiffany didn't really understand the appeal, she did applaud the woman for her erm, unique taste? "I love the color," technically, it wasn't a complete lie, "Did you do it yourself?" she asked looking up at the hair. Not a particular fashion statement Tiffany was fond of... But occasionally, crazy colors did make a statement, you know? And after working with so many fashionless zombies, Tiffany was actually glad to be around someone who took aesthetics to a unique place. Kind of refreshing? In a totally weird But-I-would-never-do-that-to-my-own-hair kind of way.

11-25-2014, 05:13 AM	#12 (permalink)
ArianaBlack Assistant Forum Manager Quibbler & Newbie Mod DMLE & DMT Ashwinder Join Date: Dec 2010 Location: #6e5f57 \|#ff5470 Posts: 13,677 Hogwarts RPG Name: Alfie Adair Hufflepuff Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Laini Gracae-Ryans Slytherin First Year Ministry RPG Name: Tomasz Łaska Law Enforcement x10 x1	doesn't proofread tweets \| #wrongaboutcereal \| #siriusly? \| emo to the extremo SPOILER!!: eeeee!!! Quote: Originally Posted by kayquilz SOOOOOOOOOOooOOOOoOOOooOOOOOoooooOOo Ember was on break. And she wanted coffee. So. SOOoo. She had gone in search of this MYSTERIOUS coffee shop she had heard about--from Mitya, right? And she HIGHLY doubted it was on Levels One, Two, or Three--thank Merlin. Ember hadn't set FOOT on those levels in weeks. She didn't want to get in more trouble! NO NO NO. So the turquoise-haired Pest Controller had gone---ON AN ADVENTURE YEAH! She searched high and low--and finally--FINALLY found this secret little spot. YES. She'd HAVE to show Dmitry. HEY MITYA I FOUND IT HA. But for now--she wanted to adventure by herself. And wow was it BEAUTIFUl. AHHHH. Ember could just--SIGH. She could so see her coming down here to work on paperwork things--or anything in general! SO LOVELY. Ember twirled around a bit and giggled a lot as she took in the room--mismatched chairs. EMBER LOVED MISMATCHING SO MUCH. It reflected her personality, a bit. EEEE! The twenty-three-year-old had to decide what kind of coffee she wanted, though, and as she approached the little ordering spot she bit her lip. HMM. DECISIONS WERE HARD, MAN. Level one was dead- hardly a surprise- it always seemed to be. And to make it even WORSE she couldn't find that delightful piece of eye candy-ahem Ezra- anywhere. To top it all off, sitting in her small stuffy little cubicle home was starting to give her a headache and all she needed was a large chai tea latte, with extra whip, but only the fat free kind and holding off on the sugar. Witch Weekly was never like this. Every day was something to be excited about and she was around other people who were just as enthusiastic about fashion as she was, but here in the Ministry it seemed to be a place of constant judgement. So yes, six inch heels were hardly practical, but they were a statement and no one seemed to appreciate them around here!! Ahem, right, so there were rumors about a little underground coffee shop, and Tiffany wanted to see it herself, no she NEEDED to see it herself. Mostly because she needed some caffeine more than ever, but also because she hoped there would be some form of civilization around the place. After what seemed like an ENDLESS flights of stairs-- ha, who was she kidding, stairs in THESE heels? Ridiculous. After what seemed like an ENDLESS elevator ride, she had finally made it to the-- Ew. They called this a coffee shop? Uh, right. Sure the place was well... Erm.... Endearing? Clutching her Channel purse to her stomach- not wanting to get it dirty with whatever it was that was probably lining the place- she made her way to the line. Specifically behind the woman with the... Blue? Uh. Well, she had seen worse. It was definitely an interesting choice, though, Tiffany didn't really understand the appeal, she did applaud the woman for her erm, unique taste? "I love the color," technically, it wasn't a complete lie, "Did you do it yourself?" she asked looking up at the hair. Not a particular fashion statement Tiffany was fond of... But occasionally, crazy colors did make a statement, you know? And after working with so many fashionless zombies, Tiffany was actually glad to be around someone who took aesthetics to a unique place. Kind of refreshing? In a totally weird But-I-would-never-do-that-to-my-own-hair kind of way. __________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Lemon!