Verity had a certain fear about leaving the close quarters of her room and ensuite. They had certainly become her home and she didn't know quite what it would be like to leave. Of course, the prospect of seeing people had the same effect. It both terrified and excited her. She had seen nothing of the world since April of the previous year. A year and a half had gone by without her.
Despite her fears, the idea that she could have a job gave her strength if nothing else. Verity had always been a hard worker (homework aside) and she had always found pride in her previous jobs. This, she hoped, would be no different. The fact that Rabastan was letting her have a lunch period in Diagon Alley and to keep her earnings made her feel almost like a human again. There was a part of her that acknowledged the fact that it could be a trick or a way to manipulate her but an opportunity to see Lee was something she couldn't pass up. And who knew who else she may be able to see. Angelina was surely allowed in the Alley, right?
Just before she left for work she had talked to Steve about her son. Her son. No matter how much time she had spent trying to get used to the idea, it hadn't come. But now she knew he was alive, he was probably safe. He was in France where the war hadn't reached yet.
Needless to say she was rather cheery as she dressed. She had a surpring amount of robes to choose from, each of them nice, simple, but made especially for her body. She could even hear the birds singing out side of her window. By the time she floo'd to the wandmaker's shop she was practically giddy, though she did try to appear professional.
"Mr. Ollivander," she greeted with a smile. "I am Verity Fitzgerald. Thank you again for this opportunity." She didn't think twice about holding her hand out to shake. She remembered the wand maker when she'd received her wand and he had always seemed kind if eccentric, it didn't occur to her that he may not want to shake hands with a slave.