Miss Errona (ladyszczyk) wrote in halcyon_halls, @ 2008-01-17 06:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | miklos |
Week Two: Tuesday
Who: Miss Errona and Miklos
When: Tuesday during mutual office hours
Where: Miklos's office
What: Miss Errona thinks it's impolite not to introduce herself to new co-workers.
Tuesday was the day things got done on her social calendar. Monday and Wednesday were paperwork days. She had to organize things carefully to provide for both Halcyon and her own independent studies. Adding on Numerology had been unplanned, but was a positive. In many ways, she was looking forward to her students hopefully expanding her own knowledge of that particular magical aspect. Despite all her knowledge of ancient runes, the science of how they worked often eluded her. This worked and that worked, but the hows and whys went by her.
From what she understood, it was a bit like computer programming. You had your program with the mouse and clicking, but that was built on another program that launched it when you began. She was very, very good with the clicky program and competent in the launching program. This was more than most people could say. While she lacked some of the flashier powers of her Sisters, they could not understand the real power she had. Leecee could, if she had the time, resources, and reason, create some truly stunning magic with all that knowledge crammed underneath her curly, dark brown weave.
Today she had her hair pulled back and pinned up to hide any potential frizzing. Her skirt and blazer were both black, with velvet lining the seam down the front, the ruffled bottom hem of the jacket, and the two front pockets. Shiny black buttons went down the front of the jacket and the back of the skirt down to six inches above her knees, where the slit showed her long legs. Her purse was a simple black handbag tucked under her arm. Her other arm stowed a small wicker basket that she held swinging in the crook of her elbow.
She rapped twice on Miklos's office door, straightening out her jacket and ensuring it didn't pull down her white satin blouse. It was a bit see-through for her tastes, but she had ensured her modesty with a slip that strained to not burst around the bust. Not everything in life could be perfect. Forgetting that and putting a confident smile on her ruby lips, Leecee stepped back on one heel. She was wearing her good shoes; they were solid netted pumps with sheer backing to the black velvet pattern and a wicked pointed heel. "Welcome to the neighborhood!" She said in her Southern swamps accent as soon as he appearead, giving him a little wave that was more of a limp of her wrist. Welcoming committee!