 ∞ 17 | RP entrepreneur | defies gravity | Miss George is flawless | blanket burrito lyfe
Tate actually wasn't looking forward to having to walk in; alone. She knew no one, really. Only Eri, and that friendship had only started up again now that they were both working here.
Nonetheless she had left her office, as soon as the owl had arrived, and she'd had time to read it. It wasn't necessarily a long walk to her destination, but it felt almost like a walk of shame. Like when you were in school, and you had been a badly behaved student, and you got requested to your Head of House's office? Like that walk of shame, really.
The brunette tidied up her barnet as she walked, and quickly checked there was nothing left of the pumpkin pasty she'd been nicely eating previously, around her mouth. Which, thankfully, there was none.
Deciding against saying anything, she just took a seat next to Erica, and gave her a smile.
Smiles were good.
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