Genie de la Lune (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} wolfinboots) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
Genie grimaced in sympathy. "Well that's shite. I mean, I'm at least up front that I find commitment hard," she said. It was something she tried to be honest about. She thought, maybe with the right person, or maybe people. She had found herself content a couple of times with two people, and her eye not wandering, so she thought maybe... maybe someday. If she were lucky. "But that? That's low."
She chewed and swallowed a bit of the shepherd's pie. "We're living in a couple of side-by-side places in Angel? But we aren't on the Floo. Purely Muggle area," she said and lifted one shoulder in a shrug. She took another bite to avoid answering immediately. "You could say that, I guess. I got stuck there without a wand, and then it was just easier to stay there on the whole. We do some business in both worlds -- I brew, but I also make soaps and perfumes and such, so I make stuff for both sides of it all." On top of everything else, and she didn't even know shops in this area that would cater to that yet. She kept it vague and chatty while still answering his question.
"They can share if I let them. But sometimes they get stabbed with a fork. Fair's fair. Or I eat their leftovers and show them." She smirked.
"I've got a waitressing gig at a restaurant probably in the bag, for now, but I tend to juggle a couple of jobs at least, and it'd be good to get into the wizarding world again, maybe? What sort of things do they have at the Prophet?" she asked curiously. She sipped at her water, regarding him over the rim of her glass. "I do a bit of everything, really. I'm not terribly picky, especially if they'll let me have a couple of days I want off to do the camping thing with everyone."