Jubilee A.M. Sweeting (sugarclot) wrote in alleyrpg, @ 2010-06-30 15:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, 2030: 06, character: ben goldstein, character: jubilee sweeting, place: ministry |
RP: Ben, Cherry, and Jubilee
Date: June 30th, afternoon
Characters: Ben Goldstein & Charmian Sweeting (NPC) & Jubilee Sweeting
Location: Auror Headquarters
Private/Public: Private-ish
Rating: PG
Summary: Being nine years old taught you something: adults were thick as fudge.
Being nine years old taught you something: adults were thick as fudge. Mostly it came through from being talked down to (and being the shortest kid in class forever didn't make it okay, no way), but a large chunk of it was also dealing with the pointed inability to read the fact.
Of course, being an nine year old Sweeting taught something, too: never give up.
"But, sweetie," cooed the woman in the ugly, ugly shoes. Why did Aurors wear such stupid shoes, anyway? "We just want to know who you came here with. Okay, dear? Who let you into the office?"
Meaning who let her into Level Two, meaning she didn't think Cherry could get in by herself, meaning she thought Cherry was stupid. So Cherry tightened her mouth further into a stubborn, pink line and glared devoutly. She already told the woman she came alone and she told her she was here to see someone and she told her it was important! But nobody listened.
It was almost as bad as being back home.
"Come on, give the kid a moment." The woman's companion (ever dumber shoes!) reached out to pat Cherry's hair. "No need to fre--AAHHHH! Hex and hags, her hair bit me! "
"Did not," Cherry said, clasping both hands atop her head protectively. The barest edge of a horned head peeped between the little fingers. "He just doesn't like being hit. Do you? No." The lizard scampered down to her shoulder and glared.
"I want to see my uncle." Maybe if she repeated it enough even these jokers would get the point. "I want to see him right now."