Who: Eleanor and Lavender. What: Interview for the spot of a writer. Where: The offices of Miss Witch magazine. When: Friday, 27th of February. Afternoon. (backdated) Status: In-progress.
Elle had arrived promptly at one in the afternoon, as she had say, looking not only chic but professional in her final decision of an outfit. Although her pumps felt murderous on her feet, suffering was certainly an unwritten rule of fashion.
She had been instructed to wait for the other blond, situated on one of the many plush chairs with her legs neatly crossed. Frankly, she could have waited a lifetime for this interview. Witch Weekly treated her like a mule, constantly picking at her ideas for articles and her writing style. While she had excessive respect for her fellow employees, she refused to sit in the background, awaiting her final break. Miss Witch itself seemed like a godsend, and had been the type of magazine she dreamed of writing for.
Adjusting her resume and stack of previous articles on her lap, she nodded politely as a woman led her into what she assumed was Lavender's office. She took a seat across from her, beaming widely. "Hello, Lavender. How have you been?"