billie jenkins is the god damn ultimate power (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} billiejen) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} wariscoming,@ 2010-06-12 11:24:00 |
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What: Conversations!
When: Late Afternoon
Where: The magic shop Billie Works at
Rating: TBD
Status: Incomplete
The sounds of the clock slowly ticked by, she thought today would never end. It wasn't that she hated her boss. Her boss was nice, but her boss also thought she was a witch, when she wasn't. Her boss was a bit flakey, and a lot of the stuff in here had nothing to do with magic. A lot of it did, but a lot of it didn't. Still, Billie tried to show the more useful items when she could. But working here was grating on her nerves. The thought of opening her own magic shop? Had not escaped her.
It had been a stead afternoon, it wasn't often that there was no one in the shop, but right now no one really needed her help. So she lounged against the counter, pen tapping aimlessly, wishing the ticks of the clock were going as fast as it was. Her boss was gone for the day, something about spiritual cleansing something or other. She'd gone flaky and Billie had stopped paying attention.
When she looked at the clock again, her finger moved ever so slightly, and the hands of the clock whirled to the time when she was supposed to close down. For a moment there was a satisfied smile on her face, but that melted away. She knew she couldn't keep the watch there. With another movement of her hands, the clock hands moved back to where they were supposed to be. "Oh come on closing time." she muttered.