Post by Jameson Hera Blishwick on Apr 13, 2021 16:44:39 GMT -7
no care in the world.
jan 2026HOGSMEADE WEEKEND WAS USUALLY A TIME that Jimmie highly anticipated. She was prone to itchy feet, and the restricting qualities of boarding school had always been a challenge for her. If she wasn't sending owl after owl to her father, or mailing rough copy edits of mock articles to various papers, she was being a bit too nosy for people's general taste. This weekend in particular was not one that Jimmie anticipated.
Hands sweating, Jimmie rolled the scroll of parchment in her fist again and again. It was tied neatly with a piece of brown string and smelled of fine, black ink. Very professional, Jimmie had thought, as she'd drafted its final edit the night before. It was her monthly lunch with her father, planned to detail in an attempt to fit it around his extremely busy schedule. He was always a keen father, but Jimmie knew that. Answering her endless owls as if each were the first, even though she knew he had countless contracts of his own to draft.
Jimmie entered the Three Broomsticks with a stiff posture. Her face flushed and icy blonde hair sticking to her forehead. She swiped it away impatiently, spotting her father immediately. It was hard not to, he was the best dressed man in the entire pub. Then again, he had a habit of overdressing. She'd always sort of liked it.
"Hi," She said breathlessly, hugging him woodenly before she settled in to the seat opposite him. "Before-" She held up a halting hand, closing her eyes to compose herself. "Let me stop you before you start." She warned him, as if they were business associates. It was the only way she could do this without making a fool out of herself. "I have to ask you to sign this contract." She instructed him, holding out the scroll of parchment she'd been manhandling all the way from Hogwarts. "It's nothing dangerous, but I can't continue this-" She motioned between them, "meeting until we've ironed out the... logistics." She mirrored her father's most stern, professional mannerisms, nodding nervously the entire time.