Post by harper io weasley on May 7, 2018 20:25:11 GMT -7
The scorching morning heat had no place in London this time of year. It was almost October, for Merlin’s sake! The month of September had sped by, kicked off with the final departure of Xavier and the unfortunate reality that Ondina was still slithering around the house each morning and evening. Harper enjoyed the heat for the most part, but this kind of sickening haze that had befallen the cityscape was something else altogether. She was ready to break out her sweatshirts, not strip back down to a t-shirt just to get some relief whilst walking down the street. Work wasn’t for a few more hours, and even then she didn’t really have to go in today. Mondays were always delivery days, the tools and parts they would need as metal charmers being dropped off around mid-afternoon and then dispersed to everyone so they had parts for the rest of the week. Harper’s current shipment was charming silverware. It was absolutely enthralling, and she couldn’t get enough of it. Thinking about it made her roll her eyes as she brushed by a group of muggles. The truth was that she was going to be able to get through that shipment in a matter of hours this afternoon. Laying down activation spells on the silverware so that even the below average witch or wizard could manipulate the utensils was the most basic metal charming out there. She wanted something more difficult, like muggle radios that could tune into wizarding broadcasts. According to her bosses though, she was still too green for that task, despite exhibiting the knowledge to execute the task. Apparently building radios and charming them since she was a first year in Hogwarts or repairing her motorcycle without the assistance of magic wasn’t good enough.
The frustration of her job and the onset of the muggy weather had Harper in an irritable mood, the kind that had her out of the house early to avoid interacting with Ondina and able to roar down the streets on her motorcycle without anyone really caring. But work was still looming over her, and the slow crawl until she had to head in was inching its way closer to her with every passing minute. Eventually she would have to drag herself into the office and get her work done, even if it meant she wouldn’t have anything else to do for the rest of the week. Better to get it out of the way now rather than later. But first: breakfast. Ducking into a coffee shop that she frequented often while on the way to work, Harper slid her earbuds out of her ears just long enough to make her order, replacing them immediately as she stepped out of the way to wait for her coffee and bagel. She would have to spend her work hours without her music, so letting it seep into her now was her only respite until she got out later. Anxiously rocking on her heels, Harper tapped on the counter of the order pick-up as she waited for her food.