A Working Day [Chapter 2]
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esp_dragonFandom: Harry Potter
Summary: Everyone knows that Remus has a ‘monthly problem’. There’s a problem when this can be… misinterpreted as something else. As well as Remus’ other quirks.
Rating: K
Notes: I should probably change the genre to something else...
A ha! I now definitely actually have a year. *cough* Yeah, I do a bit too much research. ^ ^; Anyways, the year is meant to be 1987. Just because of the date. And it's in July.
This isn't another time jump so this is on the same day as the last scene in the first chapter.
A little bit of background/filling out on Claire's character. Hopefully.
Shyeah, and the thing with the cat - symbolism, if you even spot it thingy, wasn't intended to be there.
^ ^; A bit of an abrupt ending.
Genre: General/ Humour
Word count: 998
Total word count: 2,380
Status: In-progress
Claire shelved the books that some customers had been negligent to put back in to their proper place. Other than that, there was nothing else to do. It had started drizzling again; nothing too heavy but it was steady enough to be heard lightly on the windowpane. There was hardly anyone in the bookshop either – only two customers and they were both huddled around the romance section.
But seeing as it was a weekday, it wasn’t anything to worry about. The shop was rather small but they still usually made profit and it was usually during the weekends that they made the most. She mused her last thought, her hand sliding the last book into it place. Well, she supposed, it was ‘they’ now – not ‘I’ as it had been a few months before. She smiled at the thought. She’d hated it when she’d first stuck the help ad in the window; she was pleased that the little shop was gaining popularity but needing to ask for help… It felt like, by asking for help, that that the shop wouldn’t be completely hers anymore once she had found help – even though she would still be the owner. It was stupid to feel that, she knew, but it still hadn't stopped her from feeling slightly possessive.
A gradual change in lighting distracted her from her thoughts, directing her attention instead to the windows. Sunlight was fighting its way through the gaps in the clouds, though it was still being hidden more times than not. Hmm, when had it stopped drizzling? She stared out the window for a few seconds before the muffled tread of someone walking to the counter reminded her that was still working.
She hurried over, absentmindedly making sure that her pen was still in her pocket out of habit. With Remus off that day and the rain away (not that it really deterred anyone), it was going to get busier. But it was only for one day so she would be fine.
Claire smiled at the slightly flustered man as she slid behind the counter. “Can I help you?”
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Surprisingly, the light spell actually stayed for a few hours. The forecasters had said that there was going to be constant showers of rain for the entire day until about seven at night. Claire shook her head and snorted a laugh. She couldn’t believe that she’d believed it – everyone knew to take their forecasts with a grain of salt and there was hardly a day that they were completely right.
She was back to doodling on her scrap piece of paper again. There had been an article in the newspaper that morning -a light piece about a lost cat somehow finding its owners even though the owners had moved (after losing it) to the other side of the country after two years- and she was attempting to draw the black-and-white cat (thought that might have just been because of the newspaper printing in black and white) that was in the arms of its happy owner.
Her pen paused mid-stroke when she heard the bell above the door jingle. She quickly placed the papers under the desk, keeping the pen in her hand, and glanced up at the customer, a smile on her face. The customer at the door was a woman, rather aged by time, her black hair pulled into a tight bun. Her clothing was nearly completely the opposite from Mrs. Yeoman’s – while Mrs. Yeoman dressed like the grandmother that she was, this woman reminded Claire entirely too much of one of her strict high school teachers.
Seeing Claire’s (hopefully still) friendly expression, her stern appearance softened slightly. She walked over to the counter, not glancing at any of the shelves as she passed them by.
“Can I help you?” Claire asked her as she approached.
The woman nodded once. “I was hoping to take Remus off of your hands for a few minutes. I need to speak to him.”
A little startled that she was being asked about Remus and not books, Claire replied, “Oh. He’s not in today.” But then again, it wasn’t every day that someone asked for him.
“He’s not?” The woman’s eyebrows furrowed slightly behind her glasses, her eyes glancing around the room. “This is where he said he…” she trailed off. “What date is it today?” she asked suddenly.
“The date?” Claire repeated blankly. Her eyes flicked to the miniature calendar that was sitting in front of her. “Uh, it's the thirteenth.”
The woman sighed quietly. “Of course,” she muttered to herself. She returned her focus on to Claire. “Thank you for your time,” she said with a nod. She turned to leave.
Claire stared at her back for two seconds, internally battling with herself. “Wait!” The woman turned again, looking at her over her glasses. Claire cringed under that look. ‘Jeez. Far too much like my high school teachers.’ She was having the distinct feeling that she was eleven again. “Who do I say came by?”
There was a small smile on the woman’s lips, she was sure of it. “Minerva.” There was another jingle from the bell and Claire was left alone in the shop once more.
As she retrieved her papers from under the counter, Claire thought over what Minerva had said. If she knew what the dates meant when it came to Remus (though, to be that accurate was a little strange. Maybe she was working on averages?) then she knew what Remus really was.
It was good that someone else did.
She turned back to the doodle, thinking that it was entirely too quiet in the shop. She made a small note in one of the corners about Minerva, just in case she forgot to tell Remus tomorrow. After that, the silence (bar from the ticking of the clock) was a bit too... She didn't have a word for it. Maybe she should bring in her old radio the next time Remus was off.
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Summary: Everyone knows that Remus has a ‘monthly problem’. There’s a problem when this can be… misinterpreted as something else. As well as Remus’ other quirks.
Rating: K
Notes: I should probably change the genre to something else...
A ha! I now definitely actually have a year. *cough* Yeah, I do a bit too much research. ^ ^; Anyways, the year is meant to be 1987. Just because of the date. And it's in July.
This isn't another time jump so this is on the same day as the last scene in the first chapter.
A little bit of background/filling out on Claire's character. Hopefully.
Shyeah, and the thing with the cat - symbolism, if you even spot it thingy, wasn't intended to be there.
^ ^; A bit of an abrupt ending.
Genre: General/ Humour
Word count: 998
Total word count: 2,380
Status: In-progress
Claire shelved the books that some customers had been negligent to put back in to their proper place. Other than that, there was nothing else to do. It had started drizzling again; nothing too heavy but it was steady enough to be heard lightly on the windowpane. There was hardly anyone in the bookshop either – only two customers and they were both huddled around the romance section.
But seeing as it was a weekday, it wasn’t anything to worry about. The shop was rather small but they still usually made profit and it was usually during the weekends that they made the most. She mused her last thought, her hand sliding the last book into it place. Well, she supposed, it was ‘they’ now – not ‘I’ as it had been a few months before. She smiled at the thought. She’d hated it when she’d first stuck the help ad in the window; she was pleased that the little shop was gaining popularity but needing to ask for help… It felt like, by asking for help, that that the shop wouldn’t be completely hers anymore once she had found help – even though she would still be the owner. It was stupid to feel that, she knew, but it still hadn't stopped her from feeling slightly possessive.
A gradual change in lighting distracted her from her thoughts, directing her attention instead to the windows. Sunlight was fighting its way through the gaps in the clouds, though it was still being hidden more times than not. Hmm, when had it stopped drizzling? She stared out the window for a few seconds before the muffled tread of someone walking to the counter reminded her that was still working.
She hurried over, absentmindedly making sure that her pen was still in her pocket out of habit. With Remus off that day and the rain away (not that it really deterred anyone), it was going to get busier. But it was only for one day so she would be fine.
Claire smiled at the slightly flustered man as she slid behind the counter. “Can I help you?”
Surprisingly, the light spell actually stayed for a few hours. The forecasters had said that there was going to be constant showers of rain for the entire day until about seven at night. Claire shook her head and snorted a laugh. She couldn’t believe that she’d believed it – everyone knew to take their forecasts with a grain of salt and there was hardly a day that they were completely right.
She was back to doodling on her scrap piece of paper again. There had been an article in the newspaper that morning -a light piece about a lost cat somehow finding its owners even though the owners had moved (after losing it) to the other side of the country after two years- and she was attempting to draw the black-and-white cat (thought that might have just been because of the newspaper printing in black and white) that was in the arms of its happy owner.
Her pen paused mid-stroke when she heard the bell above the door jingle. She quickly placed the papers under the desk, keeping the pen in her hand, and glanced up at the customer, a smile on her face. The customer at the door was a woman, rather aged by time, her black hair pulled into a tight bun. Her clothing was nearly completely the opposite from Mrs. Yeoman’s – while Mrs. Yeoman dressed like the grandmother that she was, this woman reminded Claire entirely too much of one of her strict high school teachers.
Seeing Claire’s (hopefully still) friendly expression, her stern appearance softened slightly. She walked over to the counter, not glancing at any of the shelves as she passed them by.
“Can I help you?” Claire asked her as she approached.
The woman nodded once. “I was hoping to take Remus off of your hands for a few minutes. I need to speak to him.”
A little startled that she was being asked about Remus and not books, Claire replied, “Oh. He’s not in today.” But then again, it wasn’t every day that someone asked for him.
“He’s not?” The woman’s eyebrows furrowed slightly behind her glasses, her eyes glancing around the room. “This is where he said he…” she trailed off. “What date is it today?” she asked suddenly.
“The date?” Claire repeated blankly. Her eyes flicked to the miniature calendar that was sitting in front of her. “Uh, it's the thirteenth.”
The woman sighed quietly. “Of course,” she muttered to herself. She returned her focus on to Claire. “Thank you for your time,” she said with a nod. She turned to leave.
Claire stared at her back for two seconds, internally battling with herself. “Wait!” The woman turned again, looking at her over her glasses. Claire cringed under that look. ‘Jeez. Far too much like my high school teachers.’ She was having the distinct feeling that she was eleven again. “Who do I say came by?”
There was a small smile on the woman’s lips, she was sure of it. “Minerva.” There was another jingle from the bell and Claire was left alone in the shop once more.
As she retrieved her papers from under the counter, Claire thought over what Minerva had said. If she knew what the dates meant when it came to Remus (though, to be that accurate was a little strange. Maybe she was working on averages?) then she knew what Remus really was.
It was good that someone else did.
She turned back to the doodle, thinking that it was entirely too quiet in the shop. She made a small note in one of the corners about Minerva, just in case she forgot to tell Remus tomorrow. After that, the silence (bar from the ticking of the clock) was a bit too... She didn't have a word for it. Maybe she should bring in her old radio the next time Remus was off.
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Date: Jun. 1st, 2007 10:11 pm (UTC)McGonagall!
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Date: Jun. 3rd, 2007 08:02 am (UTC)*snorts* And oh hay look! After the dilemma of not knowing how to spell her last name... I don't even use it in the actual chapter. *facepalm*
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Date: Jun. 3rd, 2007 08:11 am (UTC)Hm, I wonder what she's here for?
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Date: Jun. 3rd, 2007 09:19 am (UTC)Why, she there for Remus of course! XD Anyways, I have a vague idea and I don't know if, even if I do know why she was there, I'd be able to put it into the fic since it's from Claire's PoV.