Chapter Two: Xathereth
I'm starting this before I can get a response to the first chapter yet, so hopefully this is going over well. I'm actually a phsycotic typist, you can hear me pounding away in the next room. With a closed door. A word of advice: never leave ramen noodles on the stove boiling for god knows how long. They turn to mush.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~ Xathereth brushed her short redish- brown hair into two buns, and got dressed. She glanced at Belldani's empty bed.
"It sure is quiet without that loudmouth in here snoring away," she muttered to her mirror.
"Of course dear," It replied. Pocketing her Apparition license, she hurried down the stairs of her family's small Strandford-upon-Avon home to grab a cup of tea.
"Morning Mum," she said cheerfully, sipping the herbal tea her mother made.
"Good luck at the job today," her father said over the morning Daily Prophet. Xathereth gave both her parents a kiss on the cheek, and handed a letter to her mother.
"Mum, this came last night from Bell, I think she might write more today," Xathereth set down the teacup and slipped on her shoes. "I will return with a job!" She laughed, and Disapperated.
Appearing in the Ministry of Magic, Xathereth paused to get her bearings.
"Out of the way, Department of International Magical Cooperation coming through!" said a voice from behind her, and she stepped out of the way to be passed by a man with reddish hair, wearing dark green robes that were starched to the point that they didn't move as he walked.
"Lovely," thought Xathereth, "Truly splendid place to work." She looked at a guidepost stuck into the middle of the shiny marble tile of the main entrance of the Ministry. It clashed with the surrounding decor, but no one seemed to mind.
"Let's see." Xathereth said out loud, "Department of Magical Creatures." She scanned the arrows shooting off the post in literally all directions. It was up near the top, and it jutted off in a north-easterly direction.
"Duco Department of Magical Creatures!" Xathereth whispered, and a streak of blue light shot off from the tip of her wand. She set off after it.
That afternoon Xathereth Apparated home to Stratford, and collapsed on the sofa.
"Did you get the job, dear?" her mother asked, walking into the room.
"I got the job, now I don't know if I want it," she admitted, "I was the only one applying, but then they put me to work. This guy who was Head Boy of the class above mine at school , Percy Weasley is out to make my life miserable because I'm not 'dressing like a respectable witch', the boss is nice, but the office is a mess right now, with paperwork, and the other departments keep sending people to get things that I don't even know where they are because it wasn't even my first full day!" Xathereth put a pillow over her face and screamed.
"Welcome to the working world, Princess," her father said with a grimace as he walked out of his office. Xathereth's father was a copy editor for the Daily Prophet. He started complaining to his wife about the latest articles - "Pathetic, really, rubbish in all - got worse from that Skeeter, wherever she's buggered off to" while Xathereth found her headphones and turned on the WWN.
As Mrs. Helide prepared dinner, and Mr. Helide ranted about the problems of the modern wizard publishing world, Xathereth bounced up the stairs to write a letter to her twin, singing along to her favourite Weird Sisters song, 'Takes One to Know One'.
Dearest Little Sister Bell,
We are all very glad to hear that you got to Hogwarts, safe and sound. Mum was especially glad to know, since you took the Knight Bus, due to your lack of an Apparition liscense. Yes yes, I know that you can't apparate or disapparate onto Hogwarts ground, no need to remind me. But the conductor on the bus looked so awful, it must have been a deary ride.
I got my job!!! I'm the secretary to the head of the Department of Magical Creatures. My first day was awful, you're so lucky, I bet yours was wonderful. Everyone expected me to know how to find what they needed in the office that I have to clean up from a total mess! To top that off, there's a total prick working there - remember Percy Weasley? - He has had the nerve to question my clothing several times already today. I am going to hex him, I swear.
Mum is making dinner, and Papa's complaining about work as always - So write back soon! We're all waiting to hear from you!
Xathereth
The young witch took a quick look at the letter, and folded it and attached it to the leg of her snowy owl, Buttons. Buttons flew out the window, and Xathereth sighed. "There's nothing to do!" she yelled in frustration, flopping onto her bed.
Two weeks later, Xathereth found that she had too much to do in too little time. "I cannot seriously believe how much work a *secretary* does at home!" she whined.
I'm starting this before I can get a response to the first chapter yet, so hopefully this is going over well. I'm actually a phsycotic typist, you can hear me pounding away in the next room. With a closed door. A word of advice: never leave ramen noodles on the stove boiling for god knows how long. They turn to mush.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~ Xathereth brushed her short redish- brown hair into two buns, and got dressed. She glanced at Belldani's empty bed.
"It sure is quiet without that loudmouth in here snoring away," she muttered to her mirror.
"Of course dear," It replied. Pocketing her Apparition license, she hurried down the stairs of her family's small Strandford-upon-Avon home to grab a cup of tea.
"Morning Mum," she said cheerfully, sipping the herbal tea her mother made.
"Good luck at the job today," her father said over the morning Daily Prophet. Xathereth gave both her parents a kiss on the cheek, and handed a letter to her mother.
"Mum, this came last night from Bell, I think she might write more today," Xathereth set down the teacup and slipped on her shoes. "I will return with a job!" She laughed, and Disapperated.
Appearing in the Ministry of Magic, Xathereth paused to get her bearings.
"Out of the way, Department of International Magical Cooperation coming through!" said a voice from behind her, and she stepped out of the way to be passed by a man with reddish hair, wearing dark green robes that were starched to the point that they didn't move as he walked.
"Lovely," thought Xathereth, "Truly splendid place to work." She looked at a guidepost stuck into the middle of the shiny marble tile of the main entrance of the Ministry. It clashed with the surrounding decor, but no one seemed to mind.
"Let's see." Xathereth said out loud, "Department of Magical Creatures." She scanned the arrows shooting off the post in literally all directions. It was up near the top, and it jutted off in a north-easterly direction.
"Duco Department of Magical Creatures!" Xathereth whispered, and a streak of blue light shot off from the tip of her wand. She set off after it.
That afternoon Xathereth Apparated home to Stratford, and collapsed on the sofa.
"Did you get the job, dear?" her mother asked, walking into the room.
"I got the job, now I don't know if I want it," she admitted, "I was the only one applying, but then they put me to work. This guy who was Head Boy of the class above mine at school , Percy Weasley is out to make my life miserable because I'm not 'dressing like a respectable witch', the boss is nice, but the office is a mess right now, with paperwork, and the other departments keep sending people to get things that I don't even know where they are because it wasn't even my first full day!" Xathereth put a pillow over her face and screamed.
"Welcome to the working world, Princess," her father said with a grimace as he walked out of his office. Xathereth's father was a copy editor for the Daily Prophet. He started complaining to his wife about the latest articles - "Pathetic, really, rubbish in all - got worse from that Skeeter, wherever she's buggered off to" while Xathereth found her headphones and turned on the WWN.
As Mrs. Helide prepared dinner, and Mr. Helide ranted about the problems of the modern wizard publishing world, Xathereth bounced up the stairs to write a letter to her twin, singing along to her favourite Weird Sisters song, 'Takes One to Know One'.
Dearest Little Sister Bell,
We are all very glad to hear that you got to Hogwarts, safe and sound. Mum was especially glad to know, since you took the Knight Bus, due to your lack of an Apparition liscense. Yes yes, I know that you can't apparate or disapparate onto Hogwarts ground, no need to remind me. But the conductor on the bus looked so awful, it must have been a deary ride.
I got my job!!! I'm the secretary to the head of the Department of Magical Creatures. My first day was awful, you're so lucky, I bet yours was wonderful. Everyone expected me to know how to find what they needed in the office that I have to clean up from a total mess! To top that off, there's a total prick working there - remember Percy Weasley? - He has had the nerve to question my clothing several times already today. I am going to hex him, I swear.
Mum is making dinner, and Papa's complaining about work as always - So write back soon! We're all waiting to hear from you!
Xathereth
The young witch took a quick look at the letter, and folded it and attached it to the leg of her snowy owl, Buttons. Buttons flew out the window, and Xathereth sighed. "There's nothing to do!" she yelled in frustration, flopping onto her bed.
Two weeks later, Xathereth found that she had too much to do in too little time. "I cannot seriously believe how much work a *secretary* does at home!" she whined.