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Harron Peasley · 11-04-2022, 09:25 PM

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

Quaint, nostalgic, and dingy.

The Leaky Cauldron would forever be a time capsule of her youth and the shadow her younger self once cast. She could still see some scratches in the floorboards that she had left while chasing Harley around, the Dalmatian her dragon and she the warrior princess who needed no saving. She half wondered if the scorch marks were still in the kitchen from that one time she had tried to cook a porkchop or some other kind of meat and nearly set the entire place on fire. Her hidey hole beneath a loose floorboard in one of the guest rooms that had been her own castle at one point had most likely been mended by now. Sachiko never really enjoyed coming back here and yet each time business brought her back to the UK...here she was.

Nose wrinkling as she walked towards the counter to order, she did not try all that hard not to let her resentment show. To think that at one point it had even been hinted at that she take over this place was laughable. Just because it was her birth place did not mean it was her destiny. France, Paris, was far superior and her career as a very successful high fashion model was sooooooo much better than being some peasant of a bar maid.

Gross.

Still, she supposed she could afford to indulge in the flavor of her past and ordered a chicken and grape salad with a rice pudding (the latter being a comfort food from the past) and moved to find herself a seat. The seats themselves left much to be desired. "Do they have trolls cleaning this place?" she groaned with a hard eye roll as she patted her cherry red Saffiano leather with gold accents bag for a hand towel...or two...and lay them down on the seat to protect her assets. "Honestly.."

Though, on saying there were a lack of interesting people present....

When Sachiko walked in, Florrie's brain stood to attention. Her manicured hand maintained the slow movement of pushing her salad around her plate, and her face remained impassive and uninterested, but something behind her eyes lit up. In the world Florrie lived, in the circles she orbited - always on the periphery, never quite making it inside - someone like Sachiko was the definition of interesting.

With celebrities - and models, in particular - Florrie harboured a strange resentment alongside her admiration. Jealous that someone literally got paid to look good, it was easy to ignore any work they had to do, especially given that they were paid to make it look effortless. And as she obsessively compared herself to those on the pages of the magazine she worked at, it was a feeling heightened when she met them in person.

Her eyebrow quirked upwards as she watched the supermodel put some towels down, mentally noting that a cleaning charm would have no doubt done a better job. It was Sachiko's remark about the staff that had her emitting a short laugh, though. Not because it was necessarily funny (but to ingratiate herself with someone like this, Florrie would pretend that they were the first comedian to grace the planet if that was what it took), but because she just looked so ridiculous in this setting. "I believe the trolls work in the kitchen, actually," she offered in response, finally pushing away the untouched salad.

It was a cruel and unnecessary comment, but Florrie was often reminded that she was a cruel and unnecessary woman.

11-04-2022, 09:25 PM	#4 (permalink)
Harron Peasley DERP Mooncalf Join Date: Apr 2009 Location: The Losers Club Posts: 7,562 Hogwarts RPG Name: Reuben Albert Darcy-Stemp Hufflepuff Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Billie Love Stemp Gryffindor Third Year Ministry RPG Name: Fintan Darcy Ecological Protection x3	Sarah thinks I'm cute \| Shan's safe space. Quote: Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie Quaint, nostalgic, and dingy. The Leaky Cauldron would forever be a time capsule of her youth and the shadow her younger self once cast. She could still see some scratches in the floorboards that she had left while chasing Harley around, the Dalmatian her dragon and she the warrior princess who needed no saving. She half wondered if the scorch marks were still in the kitchen from that one time she had tried to cook a porkchop or some other kind of meat and nearly set the entire place on fire. Her hidey hole beneath a loose floorboard in one of the guest rooms that had been her own castle at one point had most likely been mended by now. Sachiko never really enjoyed coming back here and yet each time business brought her back to the UK...here she was. Nose wrinkling as she walked towards the counter to order, she did not try all that hard not to let her resentment show. To think that at one point it had even been hinted at that she take over this place was laughable. Just because it was her birth place did not mean it was her destiny. France, Paris, was far superior and her career as a very successful high fashion model was sooooooo much better than being some peasant of a bar maid. Gross. Still, she supposed she could afford to indulge in the flavor of her past and ordered a chicken and grape salad with a rice pudding (the latter being a comfort food from the past) and moved to find herself a seat. The seats themselves left much to be desired. "Do they have trolls cleaning this place?" she groaned with a hard eye roll as she patted her cherry red Saffiano leather with gold accents bag for a hand towel...or two...and lay them down on the seat to protect her assets. "Honestly.." Though, on saying there were a lack of interesting people present.... When Sachiko walked in, Florrie's brain stood to attention. Her manicured hand maintained the slow movement of pushing her salad around her plate, and her face remained impassive and uninterested, but something behind her eyes lit up. In the world Florrie lived, in the circles she orbited - always on the periphery, never quite making it inside - someone like Sachiko was the definition of interesting. With celebrities - and models, in particular - Florrie harboured a strange resentment alongside her admiration. Jealous that someone literally got paid to look good, it was easy to ignore any work they had to do, especially given that they were paid to make it look effortless. And as she obsessively compared herself to those on the pages of the magazine she worked at, it was a feeling heightened when she met them in person. Her eyebrow quirked upwards as she watched the supermodel put some towels down, mentally noting that a cleaning charm would have no doubt done a better job. It was Sachiko's remark about the staff that had her emitting a short laugh, though. Not because it was necessarily funny (but to ingratiate herself with someone like this, Florrie would pretend that they were the first comedian to grace the planet if that was what it took), but because she just looked so ridiculous in this setting. "I believe the trolls work in the kitchen, actually," she offered in response, finally pushing away the untouched salad. It was a cruel and unnecessary comment, but Florrie was often reminded that she was a cruel and unnecessary woman. __________________ ⇀ Standing now, calling all the people here to see the show_____________________________ Calling for my demons now to let me go ↽