Ginevra Molly Potter (bat_bogeys) wrote in silverage, @ 2011-08-20 10:54:00 |
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Ginny had more or less recovered from the evening prior. She hadn't even heard when Lily and Sirius had come back in, but she hadn't seen either of them at breakfast so she assumed it had been late. She honestly wasn't sure how she felt about Lily ... well, being a teenager and going out, but she guessed she didn't have any grounds to say anything either way. Lily wasn't married, after all, and James wasn't here. The logic didn't suit her, personally, but she didn't have to follow in any footsteps she didn't want to. Exhaling softly, she dressed in her most respectable clothing from her limited options and did what she could with her hair. She rolled her shoulders and studied herself in the mirror and decided she looked presentable enough. Besides, theoretically, she wasn't going to be in front of any customers and it wasn't as though this was an actual interview. It was just a chat to see if they were compatible and if the job would suit. Or if she would suit the position. She did hope it worked out; she'd love to be able to write her. She had no idea about art though, but she trusted the woman (whose name she didn't even know!) would instruct her in anything she needed to know. The trip from the flat to the gallery wasn't horrible. She was slowly learning the bus routes (and proper change for the buses, which meant dealing with the coins), and finding that most people were fairly helpful about directions. The blokes tended to laugh a bit like she was some poor dumb lost puppy who didn't know her arse from her elbow, but what of it? Let them have their condescension. When she finally arrived, she stood outside for moment simply regarding the exterior of the place before she let herself inside. Not generally prone to nerves, she did feel a brief flutter of them if only because all of this was so damn foreign to her, and she hated being out of her element. It made her feel off-balanced, and that was annoying. "Hello?" She called out softly as she looked around to see if she could find the woman who'd directed her here. |