Post by SELENE MIRELA LONGBOTTOM on Jul 22, 2009 19:33:55 GMT 1
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Work was going as it was always going, fast. In an age like this there was definitely no shortage of sick, injured and maimed people so it kept healers such as Selene on their feet at all times. Not that she was one to complain, she loved her job of course, that was a given, otherwise she wouldn't have pursued the career, but one samll problem she did have was that it left her very little time to do much else but work. Paperwork was becoming the bane of her existence! For every patient she cured, she had to write out 2 pages on what had happened to them, why it had happened and what she had done to help it.
It was even worse when there were 'suspicious' circumstances involved, and at the moment, that was becoming increasingly common. Only today she'd had to treat an old man that had been poisoned by his evening glass of milk. Something that was obviously not a day to day occurrence and needed to be examined, the only people who must have it worse than her was the Ministry. So hell did Selene have pity for them, poor Albus must have been rushed of his feet doing... whatever the hell it was that Unspeakables did anyway.
With a faint smile on her face she pottered around the small flat that was her home when she was in the City. The few times she returned to the country she resided in the small cottage of her Mother and Father, which would, of course always be her real home. Yet the little flat was nice enough, it wasn't extravagant but open plan and clean, just how she liked it. The walls were bleached white and there were very few items on display except for a few family photos and some of her, the Potters and the Weasleys as children. It was homely without being cluttered. Perfect.
Too many knickknacks had always been a problem for her anyway, she did have a tendency to trip over anything in her way, including her own feet half of the time.
With a flick of her long chocolate curls she hopped across the room, avoiding the couch and the pouf due to years of practice and reached her front door with a grin, clearly proud of her achievement, but when you were Selene Longbottom, you had to be proud of every moment you spent on your feet and uninjured. Reaching for the handle she pulled the door open, a brief gust of wind greeting her skin as she stepped from the flat.
Once outside she took a deep breath, she didn't really have much direction today except that she needed food, food for her house and food for her stomach. So, logically speaking, the supermarket down the road seemed like her first destination. So, with an ever present smile she locked her door with a click and made her way down her corridor, down her stairs and out of her building, turning sharply on the pavement with a click of heels. The shoes a necessary but dangerous accessory. The muggle world always presented an amusing prospect for her.
