Angelina Johnson. (hg_angelina) wrote in hallowed_ground, @ 2009-01-01 00:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | * complete, 1997: august, angelina johnson, kenneth towler, place: diagon alley |
Date: 24 August, 1997
Characters: Angelina Johnson and Kenneth Towler
Location: Museum of Quidditch
Private/Semi-Private/Public: Semi-Private
Summary: Angelina's skiving off work and decides to visit the museum.
Status: Complete.
There was no other way to put it: Angelina was most definitely skiving off work. She hadn't owled, she hadn't even made a flown call. She had in no way contacted her manager to let him know that she didn't really have any plans that involved making it into the shop today. And while she was mostly certain that pulling a stunt like that could lead to her finding herself fired tomorrow, it didn't matter somehow. It should have mattered, and yet it didn't. It wasn't like it was her dream job, was it? No. She hadn't spent her days at Hogwarts daydreaming about how one day she'd own her very own Quality Quidditch Supplies shop, had she? No. She hadn't wasted any of her time imagining her life after she made it, had she? Not one bit. She was supposed to be a professional Quidditch player. That was her dream, her only dream, and this morning she'd just... woken up with a new, refreshed, resolve to make it happen.
Good timing I've got, with everything the way it is, she thought to herself, half-amused, half-bitter about it as she entered the Museum of Quidditch. In her mind, it seemed like the perfect place to not attend work at. After all, she loved Quidditch, was fanatic about it even, and what would cheer her up more than being in a building dedicated to the sport? She could even try predicting which exhibit room would be hers once she made it. It was sort of therapeutic and calming, really.
And, later, she was going to have to buy a bottle of Firewhiskey, just because. Maybe two. "And a third, for Al by way of Pet," she murmured to herself under her breath.