Skye McLaggen (thebirdie) wrote in 20somethings, @ 2020-11-30 21:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | c: skye mclaggen, d: 2026 11, ~ complete, Ω: rp |
RP: Cold feet.
Who: Skye
What: Skye is maybe having second thoughts about becoming "The Birdie"
When: Monday afternoon
Where: Sweet Nothings, Diagon Alley
Warnings: None
Completion Status: Complete
Skye had ducked out of The Daily Prophet's offices a little early for a Monday... She had snuck down to the bakery at Sweet Nothing's down the street on Diagon Alley and had gotten herself a blonde roast coffee and a slice of pumpkin pie (without whipped cream) and settled into a little table near the back. She wanted to hide, and she didn't quite know why. She had been feeling a lot of pressure. Her first column... Wait, no. The Birdie's first column was planned to be released on Friday to a lot of fanfare. They had been teasing a big new launch for two weeks now and she'd been pulled into secretive, intense meetings with her Editor more often than not since the teasers began being published.
She felt... Her muscles felt tight and sore all the time now, and she found herself clenching her jaw and grinding her teeth more than she ever should. Which was never. She should never do those things. But she couldn't seem to catch herself before she'd been doing it for a while. Ugh. She was going to send her massage, dental, and physical therapy bills to her Editor. The crick in her neck was a constant reminder, too. Was this worth it?
And then there was the elephant in the room... She didn't have to this week, but she knew she'd have to write about her brother at one point. Probably soon. She hated the thought. But he was a celebrity and people were interested and good god the rumors people spread. She had rationalized her acceptance of the job offer by telling herself that at least this way she could control what was said, have some say in what rumors were spread - right? But she also knew that even with that rationalization, if Hunter ever found out, he'd be devastated, and he'd want to forgive her - because that's what they did, they were two peas in a pod, they could always forgive each other - but it would hurt his heart so badly to even try to do so. The thought of hurting her brother weighed heavy on her mind. Perhaps, it was a heavier weight than even the stress her Editor was putting her under.
Of course, knowing all that, the re-launch contained a massive social society bomb and she got a bit of a thrill out of being the one to publish it. It felt... powerful. Skye hadn't felt powerful like that since she was the Queen Bee of her year at Hogwarts. She had a personal assistant her seventh year, for crying out loud, a fourth year Slytherin who just wanted so badly to be "one of the cool kids" (a saying that, every time the fourth year said it, made Skye actually, physically cringe). She and her best friends (not just Slytherins, especially being as her, like, entirely family were Gryffindors who bled gold and scarlet) were thick as thieves and she had been sort of... Elected her their leader. It wasn't formal or anything. It was just clear as day by Skye's third year.
The Birdie had the same sort of direct, cutting power that Skye felt she had at Hogwarts. Social lives and relationships could be made and broken with a word. It was heady.
The conflicting emotions were doing a number on her body. So she had needed to get out and enjoy a sweet indulgence.
She pulled out some letters for Ask Aurora and sighed - what did it say about her and her life that this was her happy place? That emotionally, reading the large or small tragedies or mundane lives was relaxing for her.
Slowly picking at her slice of pumpkin pie and sipping at her large cup of light coffee, she let herself get lost in letters:
"I want to breakup with my live in GF but I want to be fair to her. Advice?"
Me and my girlfriend have been living together for the past year, but it's not working. We're both unhappy, and I'm starting to resent her. I don't want to get into why but I have decided that we need to breakup.
We have a flat together, in which most of the furniture is mine. As in, what is hers can fit in the back of an average American pickup truck. She owes me about 10 months worth of rent and utilities. I didn't care too much about it because we were planning on marriage and in the end it wouldn't matter.
She is a college student from outside of my city and has no personal transportation. I do not think she is able to go home. I am going to tell her to move out but give her 30 days to do so in order to get her affairs in order. I have no idea how she is going to move her stuff out or where she will live. Am I being unfair, too fair, or a pushover?