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I thought that life after Hogwarts sorted itself out, for lack of a better word, magically.
Merlin, was I wrong.
In a perfect world, I'd be a starting Chaser for the Harpies right now, earning thousands of galleons a season, doing what I love best in the world, living with a boyfriend who -- oh, sod it, never mind.
Instead, it's five-oh-seven in the morning and I just got off-shift. My feet are killing me from these ridiculously high heels That Prick makes us wear, even though I'm already a foot taller than all the other girls, and my robes are ...don't even get my started on my robes. I hate wizards, especially old, drunk, pervy ones.
My flat leaks. I had to pawn my broom to pay the rent. My birthday's coming up. Hooch is dead and the world doesn't make sense.
At least there's Quidditch, right?
Merlin, was I wrong.
In a perfect world, I'd be a starting Chaser for the Harpies right now, earning thousands of galleons a season, doing what I love best in the world, living with a boyfriend who -- oh, sod it, never mind.
Instead, it's five-oh-seven in the morning and I just got off-shift. My feet are killing me from these ridiculously high heels That Prick makes us wear, even though I'm already a foot taller than all the other girls, and my robes are ...don't even get my started on my robes. I hate wizards, especially old, drunk, pervy ones.
My flat leaks. I had to pawn my broom to pay the rent. My birthday's coming up. Hooch is dead and the world doesn't make sense.
At least there's Quidditch, right?