Who: Open to all.
What: The grand Re-Opening of Scrivenshaft’s
When: Thursday January 30th, 5pm
Where: Scrivenshaft’s
Rating: Low
Status: Ongoing
Saunderson was very nervous. Very nervous and very excited and she was having issues settling down the bubbling emotions. The
main area of the shop was cleaned and put together nicely, a long table was stretched out down the center, overflowing with snacks and goodies: anything from cheese and crackers to Chocolate Frogs and Licorice Wands at one end to the French wines and assortment of juices at the other. Children were always welcome of course. Above her head the ceiling danced with lively fireflies, some darting down to swirl lazily around quill feathers.
She checked her appearance in the mirror in her office and smoothed a few stray curls behind her ear, her now daring red curls. It was strange to look at herself sporting the ginger locks, but she had to say that they did bring out her eyes, made them ‘pop’ a bit. Turning in the mirror she straightened the collar of her cerulean blouse and checked her black knee-length skirt for any signs of lint.
What if no one showed up? The redhead paused, a frown on her red lips. “Don’t think like that…
Someone will come.” She practically hissed to herself.
It was nearly five, so she allowed herself two deep breaths before she snagged a piece of parchment from her large desk and darted out into shop, heels clicking across the wooden floor and into
the new classroom area placing the sign-up sheet upon the table for those interested in working with her on their writing or learning a new language.
At 5pm on the dot, she went to the door and unlocked it.