Malcolm Baddock (badoldmockclam) wrote in whatprice, @ 2009-05-24 12:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | draco malfoy, malcolm baddock |
Who: Malcolm Baddock; OPEN
What: A lazy Sunday afternoon
Where: A coffee shop in Chelsea
When: Sunday afternoon, May 24
Rating: TBA (but I wouldn't expect any gratuitous sex over lattes)
Malcolm sighed, putting the paper down and picking up the cup of black coffee. Tracing the rim of the cup with his finger, he glanced at the clock.
Three hours. Three hours and two newspapers later, and he had yet to find a job he considered satisfactory. Perhaps, he mused as he brought the cup to his mouth for a close sip (the coffee tasted like dishwasher, and he would have to remember not to come back here), if he had spent less time perusing newspaper personal ads, the time could have been used more productively. But he knew that the problem was not really his procrastination, but his standards. He did not plan on becoming a Potions factory again, nor did he want to work as a shop clerk. Those parts of his life were supposed to be past. With a new career to embark on that would promise greater prospects for the future.
He smiled lightly. Some future indeed. His eyes wandered to the window as he placed the mug back onto the table.