•a long day's night,

[molly]

•mollyminervaweasley,
•reserved for genevieve anne brookes

•normally the books from floiurish & blotts were brought to hogwarts via owl or some other transportation but due to the large size of this order, the books were brought via train accompanied by molly minerva weasley. a very rich wizard recently bought hundreds of new potions books to donate to hogwarts and molly's boss wanted to make sure that they arrived safely. molly had tried all her charms, including flirting with him, to get herself out of being a book-sitter but was forced to do as much. she was doomed to be her boss' slave forever, or until she got a new job or gave in and went on a date with him.

•with the help of several seven years and the thestral rides, molly had managed to bring all the books into the entrance hallway but did not know where to go from with the books from there. molly considered bringing the books down to the potions classroom which seemed reasonable but she was unsure if the school was storing the books somewhere else until they passes them out to the students. she felt as if she was close to exploding or imploding. molly's boss treated her as a slave yet at the same time always hit on her. when she called him on it, or didn't flirt back, she got yelled at by her boss. sexual harassment at it's finest, but her boss was an alright guy in the complete picture.

•despite this whole book thing, which she was cursing him for, as she waited to see someone appear to tell her were to put the stray books. trying to walk towards the entrance of the great hall, molly tripped over one of the large purple books and landed on the stone marble floor. a large ache came into her arm as she landed on it. bloody hell, molly cursed after several other dirty words spewed from her mouth. if one more thing went wrong, right there molly promised herself she would leave, and drown herself in the black lake. it was not her day. she prayed for a little help. or maybe someone to vent on. frustrated, molly got herself up and then went over to a knee-high stack of the purple books. she sat on it, placed her elbow on her knee, and propped her head up.


•there are 392 words
•status is 392 finished
•reserved for genevieve anne brookes

[genevieve]

As an eighteen year old who was taking double degrees in both Potions and Charms, it was probably no surprise that she had to write thesis supporting her theories or explaining them. And given that she had delved into a field that most people were unsure about - Charmed Potions - it was probably, once again, no surprise that her mentor had little knowledge on it. The most renowned author on this subject had but passed away the year prior, and the only thing that Genevieve could do to get his knowledge was perhaps via books. Thus, it was no big surprise to find Genevieve absorbed in books most of the time, for it was the only way she would ever get to learn about her specialty. An odd choice some might comment, but she wanted it like this so that she could combine both disciplines and effectively get her degrees in both.

As such, in a bid to expand her knowledge, she had made a trip down to Hogwarts, for there had been news that a shipment of books had been expected there. Rich people and their enormous wealth be thanked, for she had per chance looked over the entire shipment of books, and was surprised to find a few texts that she needed for her research. Who knew that rich people also had such fine taste in choosing books? It was also probably extremely good luck that her mentor had such a copy of the list of books that were due to come in, and that she was also given the day off in order to visit Hogwarts. Permission received and granted by the Headmaster, the former Ravenclaw was on her way back to visit her Alma Mater.

As she brushed her fringe from her face, blue-green eyes surveyed her surroundings silently. It had been but a year since she was here, but she didn't remember some of the things. Had there been chances so fast, when she hadn't been here? She hadn't been much of a socialite when she had been here, so there weren't many good memories to reminisce about. However, there had been the library here that had been her utmost solace when she was still schooling, and her lips curved into a small smile at the thought of such a thing. Navigating her way through the lawns that led up to the school, she walked into the Great Hall without any obstruction, for the doors were already opened. Curiously, however, there was a small trail of books that were evident upon entrance into the Great Hall, varied in their colors. Picking up a purple one as she stared at it, she recognised it as a Potions Journals, and instinctively started following them to their source.

And it was like this that she did find Molly, her head propped up by her hand as she thought. Waving a hand in front of her, she murmured quietly, "Are you the one in charge of delivering the Potions texts Hogwarts is due to receive?"

[/color][/size][/blockquote][/font]

[molly]

•mollyminervaweasley,
•reserved for genevieve anne brookes

• molly jumped off the pile of books she was sitting on to a stand position, half of out being scared and half out of being in a conversation with someone. bloody hell, molly weasley repeated again, you know how to scare a girl. molly looked around her at all the books she had taken on the long journey from flourish and blotts to hogwarts. then, she looked towards the girl who was asking her about her books. the lady who was asking her about the book delivery. she was too old to be an average student but not old enough to be a teacher. molly carefully looked the woman over once more before answering. yes, unfortunately, i am in charge of delivering these books. molly weasley, assistant manager of flourish and bloots. are you in charge of picking them up?

• yes, molly answered her own question and then flicked her wand out of her cloak, well, where are these suppose to go? the potions room? she spoke quickly with her questions and had her wand at the ready. she wanted to leave quickly. molly, as she stood ready to send the books on their way and then be on her way, realized she was being a big bitch. sorry i am in such a rush and all. i just am pissed. i didn't want to be here. it was the truth. it was suppose to be her day off and her boss put her on work detail instead. she really had no way to avoid him, she lived in the apartment above the shop and he was her landlord. ever met the owner and manager of flourish and blotts? real pain in my ass that bloke is..

•wingardium leviosa, molly said under her breath and with a quick swish of a wand one stack of the purple potions books was in the air. so, where to?

•there are 316 words
•status is finished
•reserved for genevieve anne brookes

[genevieve]

a curl of her lips indicated her entire interest in the issue, saying, "I learned from the very best."

[/color] she was amused at the other's reaction, although the choice of swear word was perhaps slightly crude at best. instead, she shook her head, looking as the other asked if she was the one who was in charge of picking them up, she shook her head. "that's not me, I'm afraid. I'm the Potions Mistress Apprentice at the Apothecary, if you've been there."[/color] surely someone from Flourish and Blotts would know of the place. not visited it, for sure, but knowledge of the shop was to be sure of. unless they were that off the map, in which case she would have to raise the issue with the owner. surely they couldn't be letting ickle firsties spend half their day finding the Apothecary. amusing as that might be to some, it just delayed business hours for the shop.

running a hand through her hair, she looked somewhat surprised at the other's words. where to put them? well, she surely didn't know. as she looked around to find the current Potions Professor in the school and discover where they were and what to do with the books, she was stunned to find that Molly had already levitated the books, and was but waiting for her instructions. "I don't know..."[/color] she started, but cut herself off. well, she would know, given the amount of time she spent in the Potions classroom. bloody hell, it was her real home, not the Ravenclaw common room. with a sigh escaping her lips, she shook her head, before saying, "I'm not the one expected to pick it up, but I guess I know where they should be. dungeons."[/color] their desination was clear, and she herself whipped out her own wand, casting a non-verbal charm as she levitated the books up in the air, reminding herself she would have to procure the text she was looking for later.

"I believe the steps are this way,"[/color] she gestured, pointing to an alcove leading off from the Great Hall and down the corridor. though not her duty, she figured this would be the least she could do to repay the Headmaster for letting her borrow books from the Hogwarts library in order to complete her Masters that she was studying at the moment. a small favour for the greater good of the school.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/font][/size]