Introducing: Isis The outfit she had worn to her latest job interview was long gone by now. Isis had developed a way of obtaining nice outfits, which was to purchase them, wear them to the event necessitating them, and return them. Like a lot of things in her current situation, she was not particularly proud of the arrangement, but she did what she had to do. She could simply not afford to purchase nice clothes and hold onto them long-term.
The sunrise bursting through the car windows served as her alarm. The indigo sunlight painting the Eastern horizon always brought Isis a surge of hope, and coupled with the singing birds perched too far to identify visually, she found motivation. She climbed out of the car and into the cool Boston morning, stretching out her gangly limbs after another night of cramped car slumber. But maybe today would be the day.
Isis paced around the car briefly before settling back inside and digging through her “closet”, also known as the back seat, for an outfit that was not yet worn since her last trip to the laundromat. She found one but only one and slid into it. Cracking open the glove compartment, she consulted her finances: she had about forty dollars in bills, maybe ten in change, primarily quarters. Tucking some change and a little cash in her pocket, she closed the compartment and started the vehicle.
As she drove, she found herself thinking about Detroit, as she often did. It was a miracle that she had pulled herself out of the slummy neighborhood into which she had been born. Times like these, she wondered about the people she left behind. Half of her childhood “friends” were probably dead or in jail, the other half wasting their lives with drugs and crime. Isis never regretted her decisions for a moment, but sometimes she felt guilty that she could not have brought anyone else out with her.
But as she brushed it from her mind, she reminded herself that it wasn’t her responsibility. And nobody had ever tried on her, so she was not obligated to try on anyone else from the neighborhood. Isis had gotten out, gone to college, and moved herself to Boston to find something better, and while she was still unemployed and living in her car two years after graduating college, it was better than wasting away in Detroit.
She spent her day at the laundromat or finding food at the cheapest prices possible. It was an all-day, everyday affair that only brought her back “home” (as in, parked where she had designated home base) as the sun was setting. Just after she had switched into her pajamas and gotten relatively comfortable, a tapping on her window made her jump.
Isis did not see anyone, so she got out of the car to investigate. What she found brought an instant smile to her lips: an owl with an envelop. Eager brown fingers tore into the envelop and quickly discovered the best news imaginable. She got the job!
Tears of joy slid down her dark cheeks as she searched her car for a pen and paper to respond. She scribbled her acceptance and sent it off with the owl. This Muggleborn witch would soon not only be employed but sheltered, the advantage of working at a boarding school. With a paycheck eminent and so little belongings, she knew that packing for Sonora was not going to be the challenge. She had a lot of shopping to do!