january vance. (jances) wrote in thedept, @ 2013-02-15 16:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! confessional, january vance |
January sits down on a sofa -- dressed in her jacket and beanie, looking on her way out of the office -- and chats with someone off-camera for a moment. Inquisitively, she points between the unseen "them" and the camera, as though unsure as to where she should be directing her attention. The answer comes quickly enough -- January readjusts her angle on her seat so that she can face the camera directly. Looking quite at ease, she waves. "Heeello. I'm January Vance. I'm a Capricorn. I get the feeling you've probably heard enough about Valentine's Day to last you a good hundred episodes, but that's sort of what this whole week's been about -- so sorry in advance. Have you heard about the posters? I bet you've heard about the posters. God, they're a good laugh. How am I spending my Valentine's Day, you ask? Well. It's about..." Pausing, January checks her wristwatch. "... 6:20 PM on Valentine's Day. I'm still in the office because I'm a dork, but after this, I get to go to the bachelor auction at St. Mungo's to see how much those blokes sell for. Can't wait. Secretly, I hope Lance -- have you guys met Lance yet? No? Aw -- sells higher than -- ahem -- James Potter. That would be cosmic justice. I feel like I've jinxed it just by saying that out-loud, but there it is. After that, I'm zipping back home for a couple pints and -- zoom! -- it's to the clubs for me with my platonic life-partner. I bought a new dress for just this occasion. It's not this one I'm wearing now..." January opens her jacket to reveal her outfit underneath. The camera pans back so she can dryly stand, perform a pivot, then sit back down again. "... but this is kinda cute, right? For the auction? I got dressed in the bathroom about fifteen minutes ago, so you have to imagine it with different hair. Fashion confession: I always find it hard to put things together for "office" parties. It's like, yeah, you wanna dress to impress, but you're still there representing your professional self, you know? So it's less about looking good as it is about making sure you're putting the right image of yourself out there. Oh wow, I'm sounding off about fashion. That must be so boring. What else is going on this week? Oh!" Leaning to the side, January raises her thumb to begin counting off her "events" of the week. "So I've volunteered to help Champ Dursley find a girl to spend time with, which should be interesting. I want to send a message to all the big guys out there who are in a similar sort of funk as I think Champ is -- be confident. Don't get down on yourself. Even more than looks, girls gravitate to blokes who feel, you know, strong and confident in themselves. That's sexy. Pretty boys with nothing inside get boring so fast." "Hm, what else? -- Oh, I think my friend Kris is looking into potentially moving out of her Ministry flat building. Which would just be so great for her." Accusingly, January turns a deadpan look on the camera. "Not that we don't all enjoy living in a flat where we can hear our twat ex-boyfriends shagging girls next door. You'd think an Auror would know how to apply silencing charms, right?" A wink, and January is bright and light-hearted again. "I'm really excited for her. It's really interesting seeing how people change -- or don't change -- as they grow up. Because when it's you, you can't really tell that you're changing, you know? You can only tell if you're on the outside looking in. Am I making sense? Haha, I'm rambling about nonsense now. I need to get out of here." Laughing, January points her thumb over her shoulder, toward the doorway. "I should be banned from the couch. This was fun, though. As a farewell message, I hope you all... you know, get to spend your Valentine's Day with someone or something you love. Whether that's a lover, a family member, a friend, a movie, a book, or whatever, is entirely up to you. Have fun. And if you're spending this Valentine's Day alone..." January brushes the cusp of her left shoulder. "Put on some Celestina. She's the only valentine we need. Much love -- bye!" She blows a kiss -- and waves -- in farewell to the camera before breaking eye-contact. A murmur from behind the camera inspires a giggle out of her as she rises from the sofa, her hands slipping into her pockets, and with a lazy, half-hearted curtsey, Jan makes for the exit. |