Closed; Harry Potter
The week following their Hawaii trip Skylar decided to return to work, realizing that she couldn't completely avoid her issues forever or become a hermit from everyday society. The gossip column, all things considered, had been temporarily taken over by her editor until Skylar wanted it back. That was going to be a discussion for a completely different day. There were still other responsibilities that she had to be present for, however, like the advice column and fashion sections that she actually did edit as well as the fashion shoots she sat in on from time to time. Even if she didn't pick up the column again (something she had been swinging back and forth about) she still had a full schedule at Witch Weekly.
While she probably should have been spending a few late nights catching up and reorganizing everything, Skylar slipped out of the office a few hours early on Thursday. There was only so much she could be expected to do in one day and the office had been functioning just fine with out her. She was still very much in vacation mode, more than just a little bit spoiled by the private beach she shared with Harry, and stopped to pick take-out on the way home (Hawaiian BBQ, she had a craving).
"Harry, you sleeping?" she called, locking the front door behind her.
Skylar shrugged off her jacket and kicked off her heels when a very familiar looking owl tapped on her living room, immaculate timing as always. As much as she wanted to ignore it, she just couldn't leave that little guy out there in the cold, his little eyes looking at her expectantly. She opened the window and let Bona (short for Napolean Bonaparte, her fathers strange sense of humor) inside, scratching right at the top of his head where he liked.
Skylar Nicole Fawcett,
Can you tell me why it takes your cousin shoving a gossip magazine in my face to get an update on your life?
When you moved to London to take that embarrassment of a job I didn't think the experience would include gunshot wounds and kidnappings. Honestly, Skylar, you're more intelligent than that.
A family discussion is long over due. We've been more than patient with you.
Come for dinner on Sunday.
With love,
Your Mother
PS: Bring Harry. Your father wants to meet him.
It was all she could do not to crumple up the letter and forget about it. Instead, Skylar settled on an eye roll before letting Bona hop onto her shoulder, bringing him into the kitchen for something to eat.
While she probably should have been spending a few late nights catching up and reorganizing everything, Skylar slipped out of the office a few hours early on Thursday. There was only so much she could be expected to do in one day and the office had been functioning just fine with out her. She was still very much in vacation mode, more than just a little bit spoiled by the private beach she shared with Harry, and stopped to pick take-out on the way home (Hawaiian BBQ, she had a craving).
"Harry, you sleeping?" she called, locking the front door behind her.
Skylar shrugged off her jacket and kicked off her heels when a very familiar looking owl tapped on her living room, immaculate timing as always. As much as she wanted to ignore it, she just couldn't leave that little guy out there in the cold, his little eyes looking at her expectantly. She opened the window and let Bona (short for Napolean Bonaparte, her fathers strange sense of humor) inside, scratching right at the top of his head where he liked.
Skylar Nicole Fawcett,
Can you tell me why it takes your cousin shoving a gossip magazine in my face to get an update on your life?
When you moved to London to take that embarrassment of a job I didn't think the experience would include gunshot wounds and kidnappings. Honestly, Skylar, you're more intelligent than that.
A family discussion is long over due. We've been more than patient with you.
Come for dinner on Sunday.
With love,
Your Mother
PS: Bring Harry. Your father wants to meet him.
It was all she could do not to crumple up the letter and forget about it. Instead, Skylar settled on an eye roll before letting Bona hop onto her shoulder, bringing him into the kitchen for something to eat.