Who: Genevieve and Sarah What: Overhearing conversations and trying not to judge people by their last names When: Today, early afternoon Where: Bakeshop where Sarah works Warnings: Status Judging
Long days were absolutely torturous, and it was barely past noon already. Genevieve had stormed out of the office in a whirlwind of passive aggressiveness and left a note with her secretary that she would be out for two hours. One of the perks of being the boss was that she could do things like that without risking much. In the hope of calming down, Genevieve called one of the few friends she had reconnected with from her academy days on this side of the portal. Priscilla was perhaps one of closest people she had considered a friend during her time in school, and the woman was always good for the latest socialite gossip.
With her blue-tooth tucked against her ear and hidden under her hair, Genevieve walked around Seattle while catching up with Priscilla. By the time she spotted a quaint little bakery, their conversation had inevitably turned to reminiscing about school. They had shared a room for a good portion of their time at school and was privy to many of the things the school at large was not. She ordered a cappuccino and a chocolate chip scone before taking a seat and delving into a story about Jasmine Anderson.
"You remember her, don't you? Redhead that was constantly giving Hawthorne the run around? I've got to say, whatever respect I had for her dwindled quite a bit once she gave in to his incessant attempts at romance. Not to mention the fact that he had that ridiculous war going on between his gaggle of idiots and [Snape]. Not that anyone liked the kid, but you remember how we were. Had to protect one of our own, and the guy was smart as hell. I wonder what happened to him," she muttered, trailing off as she noticed a girl standing there in front of her. "Can I help you?" Genevieve asked smoothly, arching a perfectly sculpted blond eyebrow.