Dinner Rush (Ciara)

Cece was suddenly rich. Well, that was an overstatement. But she'd earned enough money in the last year to move out of her tiny, dirty apartment and buy a nice new pair of shoes. And she was able to afford unnecessary luxuries, like the occasional fairly expensive trip out with Anya, or every now and then a dinner out. On this sunny, warm evening, she'd decided on the Leaky Cauldron for dinner, after a little bit of shopping. She'd needed some new robes for work, and some parchment for writing letters to her father in Azkaban. She could afford classier writing utensils now, which was nice. Her dad was so proud of her, he kept saying. He'd completely screwed up his life, but Cece was determined to hold on to the hope that he was a wonderful man at heart. It was just one time. One time that he'd committed murder. But that didn't matter right now - she had to get to the pub before the usual dinner rush started, when everyone wanted to eat at the same time and she couldn't get a table.

Luckily she was early enough. There were quite a few people there already, and it was quickly filling up, so she was quick to pick a booth near the bar, and order a pint from the waitress who approached her. While she waited, she grabbed a bit of parchment, a quill and pot of ink from the little bag she was carrying, deciding she could write a letter to her father now. Oh, she ought to remember her mother too - she hadn't been in contact for months now. Not that the woman gave a shit about her only daughter.

Ciara had just long day working. She had to work as healer at morning to lunch and then since now as model. She had to skip even lunch because of it. At least she could eat breakfast at morning before work. She was so hungry now so she walked into Leaky Couldron and sighed if she couldn't find any empty tablr. She noticed one woman sitting in one booth near the bar. Ciara walked over there and smiled bit at her.

"Is this seat taken?" She asked from that girl now with a weak smile. She really hoped it wasn't taken at all. It wouldn't be easy to find any other place to sit now actually. This place so full already with people, she wished she could have finished her job bit earlier. Tomorrow will be her last day as working healer, she needed to finish her needed hours for getting the last pay. She after thst will work only as model.