RP: Files, Records, oh, my...
Date: 25 January, 2005
Characters: Irma Pince, Victoria Frobisher
Location: Ministry, Records
Status: Semi-private, ie. anyone can walk in.
Summary: She had come to the conclusion that none of her jobs were right for her.
Completion: Incomplete
Victoria was back at the Ministry after substituting for Remus during his absence.
The quiet of the records was rather comforting after the noise of the classroom. She would probably have to admit to Professor McGonagall one of these days that she didn’t think she made a very good teacher - she didn’t seem to have the talent to control a class, that she’d noticed some of the Professors at Hogwarts had had. The pupils had all been rather well-behaved during the first few times she’d substituted, but this last week… She really preferred the calm environment of the research lab - even if it usually hadn’t been very quiet when Terry Boot had been performing his experiments.
The other day, with Miss Skeeter, had also proved that she most certainly was not made for paperwork at this level.
Of course, she appreciated having jobs, it wasn’t that - but neither job felt right.
She sat at her desk, and began to daydream about what she could do - go back to experimental Charms… Hire herself out as gardener… Start a bakery of sorts…? She blinked slowly. It wasn’t something she’d considered when moving to Stoatshead Hill, but after getting here, she had received praise for her baking. Victoria had just begun to mentally plan how she would do it, if she ever got that far, when someone cleared their throat.
Characters: Irma Pince, Victoria Frobisher
Location: Ministry, Records
Status: Semi-private, ie. anyone can walk in.
Summary: She had come to the conclusion that none of her jobs were right for her.
Completion: Incomplete
Victoria was back at the Ministry after substituting for Remus during his absence.
The quiet of the records was rather comforting after the noise of the classroom. She would probably have to admit to Professor McGonagall one of these days that she didn’t think she made a very good teacher - she didn’t seem to have the talent to control a class, that she’d noticed some of the Professors at Hogwarts had had. The pupils had all been rather well-behaved during the first few times she’d substituted, but this last week… She really preferred the calm environment of the research lab - even if it usually hadn’t been very quiet when Terry Boot had been performing his experiments.
The other day, with Miss Skeeter, had also proved that she most certainly was not made for paperwork at this level.
Of course, she appreciated having jobs, it wasn’t that - but neither job felt right.
She sat at her desk, and began to daydream about what she could do - go back to experimental Charms… Hire herself out as gardener… Start a bakery of sorts…? She blinked slowly. It wasn’t something she’d considered when moving to Stoatshead Hill, but after getting here, she had received praise for her baking. Victoria had just begun to mentally plan how she would do it, if she ever got that far, when someone cleared their throat.