Post by WESLEY SILAS WHITBY on Apr 25, 2012 19:26:19 GMT -5
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It was rather bizarre to see Wes sitting at the small desk in his office, for a number of reasons, but the first and most important being that he was never in his office. There was barely anything in the small, hovel like room. The stone walls were bare, filled only with a wooden desk and chair, a rickety coat rack in the corner, and a small bookcase by the far wall, housing only a couple dusty books on dragon care and obscure creatures. On the desk, there was a small placard that read “W. S. WHITBY”, dusty as well, turned carelessly as if it had been knocked and not readjusted, and a small stack of clean, white papers that looked very out of place.
The papers had been left there at the request of his fiancé, Julia, who had been asked that they be delivered to Wesley’s office. It was obvious that she knew little to nothing about his job, or the reality of it at least, because everyone knew that Wes was either outside, or in his room reading or sleeping. Very little of his time was spent inside, even in the winter months. Julia, a ministry administrator, had tracked down a Hogwarts representative to deliver some wedding paperwork, and when Wesley inquired as to why the representative, full knowing he never used his office, left the papers there, he was told that Julia was able to instill large amounts of fear. Wes knew full well that she had an overbearing personality; she loved to talk and plan and tell others what to do. Julia had one of those personalities that were outwardly charming and friendly, but had a vicious bite to them, even without dropping the sugary sweet tones and auras.
The wedding was the last thing on Wes’s mind. He never thought about it, really, except when Julia brought it up. Even then, he didn’t talk about it much, thinking about his own things while Julia babbled on happily about it. He would just nod and make a polite humming noise to feign interest or have her believe he was engaged in the conversation. Looking through the papers on his desk, it was obvious to him that she was starting to catch on to his relative disinterest. In front of him was a survey, complete with questions and space for answers. She was surveying him about their wedding! Didn’t the girl know, after more than a year of dating, that he didn’t have opinions?! Julia came from a very wealthy family and wanted the fairytale wedding she’d always been promised. Wes would have been happy to not get married at all, but he cared for her, and was alright, if not perfectly content, with doing whatever she wanted. He wouldn’t complain, at least. She’d probably do whatever she wanted anyways.
He stood up, flipping the packet of papers back to the front, and tossed it back on the desk. He stared at it for a minute, putting his hands on his hips, exhaling some frustration that he knew he’d never vent. He wished he could care about the wedding, but he found he just couldn’t. Not that he didn’t care about Julia. It was just too much of a to-do to deal with. He didn’t like big, stuffy events full of big, stuffy people who didn’t have perspective. He detested ignorance, and he closely linked it with rich people. Like Julia. Lifting a hand to his temple, he sat on the desk and rubbed at his head. The wedding itself was only a couple months away, and then it would all be over, and he could live his life in peace! Hopefully his new in-laws weren’t overbearing, unpleasant people.
words: 623
outfit: But without those sunglasses and watch!
tag: Wesletta
notes: She’s such a small character I just named her.
The papers had been left there at the request of his fiancé, Julia, who had been asked that they be delivered to Wesley’s office. It was obvious that she knew little to nothing about his job, or the reality of it at least, because everyone knew that Wes was either outside, or in his room reading or sleeping. Very little of his time was spent inside, even in the winter months. Julia, a ministry administrator, had tracked down a Hogwarts representative to deliver some wedding paperwork, and when Wesley inquired as to why the representative, full knowing he never used his office, left the papers there, he was told that Julia was able to instill large amounts of fear. Wes knew full well that she had an overbearing personality; she loved to talk and plan and tell others what to do. Julia had one of those personalities that were outwardly charming and friendly, but had a vicious bite to them, even without dropping the sugary sweet tones and auras.
The wedding was the last thing on Wes’s mind. He never thought about it, really, except when Julia brought it up. Even then, he didn’t talk about it much, thinking about his own things while Julia babbled on happily about it. He would just nod and make a polite humming noise to feign interest or have her believe he was engaged in the conversation. Looking through the papers on his desk, it was obvious to him that she was starting to catch on to his relative disinterest. In front of him was a survey, complete with questions and space for answers. She was surveying him about their wedding! Didn’t the girl know, after more than a year of dating, that he didn’t have opinions?! Julia came from a very wealthy family and wanted the fairytale wedding she’d always been promised. Wes would have been happy to not get married at all, but he cared for her, and was alright, if not perfectly content, with doing whatever she wanted. He wouldn’t complain, at least. She’d probably do whatever she wanted anyways.
He stood up, flipping the packet of papers back to the front, and tossed it back on the desk. He stared at it for a minute, putting his hands on his hips, exhaling some frustration that he knew he’d never vent. He wished he could care about the wedding, but he found he just couldn’t. Not that he didn’t care about Julia. It was just too much of a to-do to deal with. He didn’t like big, stuffy events full of big, stuffy people who didn’t have perspective. He detested ignorance, and he closely linked it with rich people. Like Julia. Lifting a hand to his temple, he sat on the desk and rubbed at his head. The wedding itself was only a couple months away, and then it would all be over, and he could live his life in peace! Hopefully his new in-laws weren’t overbearing, unpleasant people.
words: 623
outfit: But without those sunglasses and watch!
tag: Wesletta
notes: She’s such a small character I just named her.
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