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Post by Gaia Myspone on Dec 13, 2011 19:54:35 GMT -6
Gaia's office was quiet as she worked on the bewitched clock. The only sound was the occasional squeak of protest from the screws of the clock as she took the back off of it. A set of magical teeth on the face of the talking clock were embedded in her black, dragon-hide glove as she worked the screws to remove the back. The spells that made the clock magical, and unsuited for muggle ownership, had been applied to internal components of the clock. A particularly loud squeal of metallic protest told her that the screw had likely been stripped when whoever had spelled the clock had put the back on. She wrinkled her nose to the side, pursing her lips.
"Dumbass moron technogeek law breaking spell monger." She growled under her breath. She set her screwdriver down on her desk and leaned over, opening a mismatched oakwood drawer on the mahogany desk and digging out a different tool. This one was of her own invention and would get out even the most stubborn of screws or nails with enough force. She slid the lip under the edge of the stripped screw and popped the rest of the head of her tool over the screw, holding it in place. She then began to push, forcing the screw up and out of it's hold. Eventually the screw came out and the cover popped off.
"Whew... Finally. I was getting worried that this'd never be done." She plucked out the bespelled components and raised her wand, it took a few tries, but she eventually discovered which spells had been put on which pieces. Then she used the counter spells and presto, the clock was an ordinary clock again. With a sigh she placed the cover back on and replaced the working screws. She binned the stripped screw and pulled open a walnut drawer, pulling out a matching screw from a packet without even looking. She screwed it in carefully and held the clock up. Ordinary as could be and ready to be sold to anyone again. She smiled and set it in a pile of of finished objects in an orange crate at the side of her beat up, mismatched and patched together desk. She loved her job. Sure, the pay wasn't all it could be, but she got to do things she found fun. She raised her hand, running her fingers over the shell of her ear, even tracing the notch in it. She looked at her skin and then turned it darker for fun, with that she also turned her hair a pretty henna red and her eyes an unnatural shade of violet. She leaned back in her chair, looking around the small room. The water damaged ceiling, the mismatched burgundy and bubblegum walls, the patched together desk that was spartan aside from what she needed to work, the old cafeteria chair with it's patched cushions and spello-taped and rusty back, the nameplate on the desk, the open pinewood door, the busy people outside her room; she sighed happily and stood up, stretching. She was done with work for now, unless someone called in another issue. She walked out the door, waving to her boss.
"I'm gonna take a lunch break. Send a note if you need me. I'll be back in a few hours, mmmkay?" She loped out, leaving her purse in her room and closing the old door. She padded out, past the other departments, past her fellow ministry workers, and a few creatures and visitors. Finally she made her way to the courtyard, where people were selling food and other items. She wandered for a few moments, and then purchased a container of fish and chips. She wandered engaging in one of her favorite activities, people watching, as she nibbled her lunch. People were oddly interesting as long as she didn't have to interact with them. She hummed, watching a couple make out over where they thought they were hidden. She smirked a little; it would be nice to have a relationship, but she had to work on her job and she probably needed to get out of renting an apartment as well. She sighed and shrugged, finishing her chips and tossing the newspaper the meal had been wrapped in in a trash bin and loping back toward her job.
She'd been away from her desk a little under two hours, she waved to her boss and entered her office once more. There was still nothing to do, so she hopped up on the desk. It wobbled a bit, but not so much that she couldn't lay down and fall asleep on it, reverting to her natural physical appearance. Her legs dangled off one end, and her hair off the other, but she wasn't bothered. Her boss rolled his eyes, but didn't bother yelling. She'd sleep if she wanted, besides, unless someone else wanted or needed her abilities she was essentially done with work for the day. Why didn't she just clock out? Then again, every hour she was at the office or out on work paid her a little more. She made maybe 320 galleons a year, she couldn't really afford to check out early and lose pay.
"Dumbass moron technogeek law breaking spell monger." She growled under her breath. She set her screwdriver down on her desk and leaned over, opening a mismatched oakwood drawer on the mahogany desk and digging out a different tool. This one was of her own invention and would get out even the most stubborn of screws or nails with enough force. She slid the lip under the edge of the stripped screw and popped the rest of the head of her tool over the screw, holding it in place. She then began to push, forcing the screw up and out of it's hold. Eventually the screw came out and the cover popped off.
"Whew... Finally. I was getting worried that this'd never be done." She plucked out the bespelled components and raised her wand, it took a few tries, but she eventually discovered which spells had been put on which pieces. Then she used the counter spells and presto, the clock was an ordinary clock again. With a sigh she placed the cover back on and replaced the working screws. She binned the stripped screw and pulled open a walnut drawer, pulling out a matching screw from a packet without even looking. She screwed it in carefully and held the clock up. Ordinary as could be and ready to be sold to anyone again. She smiled and set it in a pile of of finished objects in an orange crate at the side of her beat up, mismatched and patched together desk. She loved her job. Sure, the pay wasn't all it could be, but she got to do things she found fun. She raised her hand, running her fingers over the shell of her ear, even tracing the notch in it. She looked at her skin and then turned it darker for fun, with that she also turned her hair a pretty henna red and her eyes an unnatural shade of violet. She leaned back in her chair, looking around the small room. The water damaged ceiling, the mismatched burgundy and bubblegum walls, the patched together desk that was spartan aside from what she needed to work, the old cafeteria chair with it's patched cushions and spello-taped and rusty back, the nameplate on the desk, the open pinewood door, the busy people outside her room; she sighed happily and stood up, stretching. She was done with work for now, unless someone called in another issue. She walked out the door, waving to her boss.
"I'm gonna take a lunch break. Send a note if you need me. I'll be back in a few hours, mmmkay?" She loped out, leaving her purse in her room and closing the old door. She padded out, past the other departments, past her fellow ministry workers, and a few creatures and visitors. Finally she made her way to the courtyard, where people were selling food and other items. She wandered for a few moments, and then purchased a container of fish and chips. She wandered engaging in one of her favorite activities, people watching, as she nibbled her lunch. People were oddly interesting as long as she didn't have to interact with them. She hummed, watching a couple make out over where they thought they were hidden. She smirked a little; it would be nice to have a relationship, but she had to work on her job and she probably needed to get out of renting an apartment as well. She sighed and shrugged, finishing her chips and tossing the newspaper the meal had been wrapped in in a trash bin and loping back toward her job.
She'd been away from her desk a little under two hours, she waved to her boss and entered her office once more. There was still nothing to do, so she hopped up on the desk. It wobbled a bit, but not so much that she couldn't lay down and fall asleep on it, reverting to her natural physical appearance. Her legs dangled off one end, and her hair off the other, but she wasn't bothered. Her boss rolled his eyes, but didn't bother yelling. She'd sleep if she wanted, besides, unless someone else wanted or needed her abilities she was essentially done with work for the day. Why didn't she just clock out? Then again, every hour she was at the office or out on work paid her a little more. She made maybe 320 galleons a year, she couldn't really afford to check out early and lose pay.
