Who: Charlie and Cerise What: Charlie, fed up with the concept of a desk job, meets Cerise. When: Tuesday Where: The Ministry of Magic Warnings: TBA? Status: Incomplete
Charlie was ecstatic when he noticed the clock about to hit the hour mark. It meant the day was nearly over and he'd be able to escape this hell hole of an environment. Nothing was able to change his mind about the work he was doing in the Ministry. It was mundane and unnecessary. The only reason he was even bothering was because his family was in dire need of him to be around. But every day that chipped away, every day that he was away from his true calling, the more aggravated and annoyed he got with his own situation.
He didn't mind the idea of possibly leaving a few minutes early. So, he scooped up the paperwork he needed to turn into the receptionist, dropping it off on his way out of the mess of cubicles. He slung a messenger bag around his side and made his way towards the lifts. With a slight scowl on his face, he stepped in and dropped his head to study the intricate details of the floor paneling.