RP: Whose idea was working for a living?
Date: Monday 10th June, 1999 : around five o'clock
Characters: Marcus Flint, Tracey Davis,
Location: Utopia
Status: Private
Summary: Marcus drops in for a drink after work.
Completion: Complete
Marcus rubbed at his neck and shoulders as he walked through Hogsmeade. He had a crick in his bloody neck again from sitting bent over a work bench all day. His new job wasn't quite what he had expected. First his new boss had taken an age to let him know he had actually got the job, and now all he seemed to give him was the menial tasks. Last week it had been cleaning the shop and work shop, and today it had been sorting through materials by hand. If he saw another bloody twig he might have to poke someone in the eye with it. Marcus couldn't understand why the guy didn't just get a house elf. It didn't look like he was ever going to trust him with a job of any skill. He had thought he would be learning about broom making, not slogging his guts out all day doing jobs that were frankly beneath him. If he hadn't needed the money he would have left by now.
He definitely needed a drink. At least now he had the money to be able to afford one. Even though his Father was taking rent out of his wages, it still left him with more than he'd had in a while. And it would take his mind off of his worries. Like how unfit he was if he was going to be when he attended Quidditch try outs.
Marcus pushed open the door of Utopia and felt himself relax straight away. This was what he needed. He found a seat at the bar and waited impatiently to be served tapping his fingers lightly on the polished wooden surface of the bar.
Characters: Marcus Flint, Tracey Davis,
Location: Utopia
Status: Private
Summary: Marcus drops in for a drink after work.
Completion: Complete
Marcus rubbed at his neck and shoulders as he walked through Hogsmeade. He had a crick in his bloody neck again from sitting bent over a work bench all day. His new job wasn't quite what he had expected. First his new boss had taken an age to let him know he had actually got the job, and now all he seemed to give him was the menial tasks. Last week it had been cleaning the shop and work shop, and today it had been sorting through materials by hand. If he saw another bloody twig he might have to poke someone in the eye with it. Marcus couldn't understand why the guy didn't just get a house elf. It didn't look like he was ever going to trust him with a job of any skill. He had thought he would be learning about broom making, not slogging his guts out all day doing jobs that were frankly beneath him. If he hadn't needed the money he would have left by now.
He definitely needed a drink. At least now he had the money to be able to afford one. Even though his Father was taking rent out of his wages, it still left him with more than he'd had in a while. And it would take his mind off of his worries. Like how unfit he was if he was going to be when he attended Quidditch try outs.
Marcus pushed open the door of Utopia and felt himself relax straight away. This was what he needed. He found a seat at the bar and waited impatiently to be served tapping his fingers lightly on the polished wooden surface of the bar.