Dunder-Mifflin, this is an open RP...
Just beyond the main doors and inside the entranceway to Hogwarts Castle was a tall desk. It was the sort of desk one would see in the reception area of a generic American office -- chest high, beige, and entirely nondescript except for three things: the "RECEPTION" name plaque that sat atop it, the jar of mixed jelly beans that sat next to said plaque, and the girl with wavyish light-brown hair who sat behind it. And right now, that girl, one Pam Beesly, looked entirely bored.
This was Michael's new thing: having her sit at a reception desk right smack at the front of the school. It was as though he thought Hogwarts itself was Dunder-Mifflin, a misconception that didn't surprise Pam. She knew Michael all too well. And truth be told, she didn't mind sitting there, except for the fact that she was all by herself -- no Phyllis, no Toby, no Oscar...no Jim.
Not even Kelly, her former roommate, who one day, in the middle of a stream of chatter about Britney's blubber and baby bumps, had suddenly flown up into the air and turned into a piece of popcorn.
At this point, Pam was so bored and lonely that she would even have been grateful for some company from Dwight.
She didn't even need the job anymore; it wasn't as though she had to pay rent to live in Hufflepuff, and the food at Hogwarts was free. But for some reason, she couldn't bring herself to quit. Maybe it was because she didn't want to hurt Michael's feelings, or maybe it was that she was used to this job. Or maybe she just really liked the office chair Michael had gotten for her; she might as well be comfortable if all she was going to do all day was doodle, anyway.
So she just sat there for her shift, drawing pictures of parchment reams and staplers and waiting for five o'clock to arrive. And if anyone approached her, she'd politely look up and say, "Dunder-Mifflin, this is Pam," as Michael had instructed.
((Feel free to throw your chars at Pam!))
This was Michael's new thing: having her sit at a reception desk right smack at the front of the school. It was as though he thought Hogwarts itself was Dunder-Mifflin, a misconception that didn't surprise Pam. She knew Michael all too well. And truth be told, she didn't mind sitting there, except for the fact that she was all by herself -- no Phyllis, no Toby, no Oscar...no Jim.
Not even Kelly, her former roommate, who one day, in the middle of a stream of chatter about Britney's blubber and baby bumps, had suddenly flown up into the air and turned into a piece of popcorn.
At this point, Pam was so bored and lonely that she would even have been grateful for some company from Dwight.
She didn't even need the job anymore; it wasn't as though she had to pay rent to live in Hufflepuff, and the food at Hogwarts was free. But for some reason, she couldn't bring herself to quit. Maybe it was because she didn't want to hurt Michael's feelings, or maybe it was that she was used to this job. Or maybe she just really liked the office chair Michael had gotten for her; she might as well be comfortable if all she was going to do all day was doodle, anyway.
So she just sat there for her shift, drawing pictures of parchment reams and staplers and waiting for five o'clock to arrive. And if anyone approached her, she'd politely look up and say, "Dunder-Mifflin, this is Pam," as Michael had instructed.
((Feel free to throw your chars at Pam!))