Two more hours, three minutes and forty five seconds until I could leave. Intensely I starred at the clock on my desk. It needed to move faster. Already in the eight hours I had been awake it was sizing up to be the worst day of my life…

I got up late so when rushed out of bed to get changed I slipped on my carpet, hit my knee on my chair and did a face plant into my floor. Then after getting bitched out by my boss for being an hour late I went to get him his morning coffee. I waited twenty eight minutes in line for his fucking low-fat black toffee coffee, carried it out of the shop only to have someone knock it on me, spilling scorching hot coffee all over my white blouse. I could have killed the guy who did it. This smug ass barely even looked at me. He just ruined my blouse, wasted my boss's coffee and would ultimately force me to get back in line and order another one and yet this man couldn't even give me the decency to look at me? No I wasn't even mad that he didn't apologize. I was mad that he had the audacity to ignore me.

"Hey!" I yelled at him fiercely.

He turned gave me the one over and smirked, "Yes sweetheart?"

"You just spilled my coffee, ALL OVER ME!"

"Hmmm," He mused pursing his lips. "I wish I could help you with that…."

I wanted to deck him in the face and I seriously considered it but I was surrounded by Muggles. Muggles minding their own business and in no way needing to be involved in my dispute. So I gave the guy a dirty look handed him my wasted drink and got back in line. After twenty minutes I managed to get my boss's coffee and get to work. He wasn't too pleased but once he saw my blouse he closed his mouth –which I didn't know he knew how to do. Then I was doing paperwork for an hour and a half. Did I go to Healer school to do paperwork for a Head Healer? NO! I DIDN'T. Did I still have to do it? Yes I did. After a few hours I heard the familiar clicking of high priced heels. I wanted to hide under my desk until she left but she would find me. This woman must have been the queen of hide and seek as a child because no matter how far I run away from her she finds me.

"Esmee darling!" She glowed as if we were the best of friends.

I groaned and glanced up, "Yes Dedree?"

"How are you dearie? You look ever so haggard. Those dark circles under your eyes ARE NOT becoming and what's going on with your hair this morning? Did the jungle take residence in your hair?"

"It's four o'clock Dedree. It's the afternoon." I replied in an annoyed monotone.

"Whatever!" She waved off my response with a blinding white smile, "What happened to your blouse?"

"Coffee."

Dedree gave off a loud shrieking laugh as she settled herself on the top of my desk, "Oh you poor little thing! The worst things seem to happen to you!"

"Yeah…"

"I mean didn't you apply for a position as an actual Healer and get stuck as his assistant?"

My eyes narrowed dully, "Yeah Dedree. That happened."

"Oh well! It was considerate for him to allow you average girls to work for him."

'She has exactly three seconds before I kick her manicured ass out of here…' I thought lethally before taking a sharp breath. "Dedree I have a lot of work to do so if you wouldn't mind…"

"Oh of course dear!" She got off of my desk and smoothed out her bright yellow mini shirt. "I must let you get back to filing!"

Dedree Flemings is the new mistress of my boss. She used to do my job a month ago but the minute he got a diamond necklace around her neck she hasn't done a single stint of work. All she does now is gossip with the nurses and shove her new found status down the rest of our throats. Most of the time I just picture stapling things to her oversized melon head. Sighing I went back to work until it turned four thirty. Two more hours, three minutes and forty five seconds until I could leave. Intensely I starred at the clock on my desk. It needed to move faster. Thankfully at that moment my boss's wife, accomplished Healer Helen Hart decided to come over. She was a kind woman, perhaps horribly naïve to believe her husband was being faithful but a kind woman nonetheless.

"Hello Esmee." She smiled at me warmly, "What are you still doing here?"

I grimaced, "I got in late and took awhile to get his coffee," I stood up and showed her my blouse.

"Oh! Well I will talk to him and tell him to let you off. It's Friday night you should be out."

"Thank you Helen." I smiled gratefully as I grabbed my coat.

"Before you go I want to thank you."

I furrowed my eyebrows, "For what?"

"Not pretending that you like her."

I froze, "What?"

She smiled at me again this time sadly. "I've known about this one and the last three."

"Why don't you just leave him?"

"Well," she sighed, "I let you know when I figure it out."

She left and I frowned before checking my to do list. It was then I realized I had a date in an hour. Rushing out I put away all my files and locked up my drawers before going home to my three room flat. I quickly showered, changed and cleaned myself up. When I had finished everything I had ten minutes to spare to eat. I had some mac n' cheese before brushing my teeth and apparating to the Leaky Caldron. I sat down at the bar and talked to Tom for a few minutes until I started to wonder if I was being stood up. And then after forty minutes of waiting I knew it was true. 'I hate him,' I thought to myself bitterly as I drummed my fingers on the bar counter impatiently. Slowly I looked down and checked my watch again. He was forty minutes late, not a forgivable ten or fifteen. How pathetic am i? Twenty years old and I'm waiting on some guy?! Getting up I pulled my cloak off the back of my chair and pulled it over my shoulders before going outside.

I could have cried. That was it. That was the moment. My life was amounting to nothing. Shitty job, no love life, basically no life. I had become the definition of a pitiful person. I almost couldn't blame the guy for standing me up. Who would ever want me? I'm a five foot six dark haired brunette with a bruise covered up by makeup and my hair tied back in a lame ass ponytail. There is absolutely nothing worthwhile about me.

On my way out I brushed past a crowd of guys and nearly was knocked out as I was knocked over. The worst part of being pushed to the ground was that the men who did it didn't even notice. I felt like just laying there. To just stay there and accept that I was just defeated. And I would have considered it if at that moment a hand hadn't appeared inches from my face. I looked up and saw a man I used to have a few classes with at Hogwarts. He aged in a good way. His body had more scars was tanner and leaner but his eyes had not changed. I gave him a bewildered look.

"Remus?"