Thread: Emerald Eyes and Silver Fangs (xoliemckyer & Greeneyed23)

Nothing of her years at Hogwarts could have prepared her for this moment. After spending what seemed an eternity finding odd and end jobs, Xolie was finally able to work in the profession she had worked so hard to receive further education upon. Potions was one of the two things she was thoroughly good at and seeing as one couldn't get a job working within the dark arts, unless how to counteract them, she would keep that skill a secret. Standing in front of the mirror in the women's restroom, she examined herself tentatively. Her dirty blonde curls were pulled back into a messy bun and her bangs slid to the side of her face framing it perfect. The golden eyes that were eerily snake like popped with the simple black eyeliner that rounded them. This morning she had attempted to look professional but her choices were limited, so a nice black trouser and a white blouse with silver and black cami's underneath seemed like a safe choice. Luckily she didn't have to wear robes like she had 6 years ago when in Hogwarts. That had gotten rather old to say the least. So heavy and overbearing. Filling her lungs with air, she quickly let it out and closed her eyes trying to calm the nerves that were making her skin crawl. What if she messed up in identifying certain potions? What if she slipped in an incorrect ingredient and put a plan into complete detriment? That could be the end of her career as a potions master. Well maybe not a master, but an alchemist of sorts. Opening her eyes she starred at herself and silently mouthed, You can do this. First days were always nerve wrecking, she should know this with how many jobs she had held over the years. This was so much different though. This was an actually career... Shaking her head, she bent over to pick up her purse along with various papers filled with notes upon notes about the different tricks of potion making. Why she had not put them in a bag had been beyond her. One thing was for certain about Xolie... she tended to do things the most difficult way. Call it a curse, call it a blessing, whichever it was Xolie was it. She backed up against the door and without managing to trip, followed the flow of people going every which way. Looking at her top paper she examined the instructions on where she would need to go to get settled into the new job. Some sort of orientation? Possibly not here in the Ministry of Magic. Stumbling into someone she gave them an apologetic smile and shrugged her shoulders. Sorry. Was all she could manage as they pursed their face unsatisfactorily and continued on their way. Watching particularly close to where she was stepping, she managed not to run into anyone else. Instead floating memos hit her in the face a couple of times which caused her to go beat red. Everyone had to know that she was new by now. What other person in their right mind would make such a fool of themselves after years of being here? Maybe with this fact alone they would give her some slack and spare some compassion. This she doubted though as they seemed to not even notice her existence. That could be good or it could be very bad. Stopping at a spot where no one would run into her, she gazed around to find the lift that instructed to her to take. Left, then right, then left again, then... ah. That was it. Taking a step forward with a pleasant smile she swiftly strode to the lift, attempting to catch it before it closed. A foot caught upon the edge and some of her papers went flying, whereas the majority she held close enough to her body that they didn't disperse. Blushing bright red, she didn't notice the man standing dangerously just beside her as she bent down to quickly pick up her papers. Could I be any more clumsy? She asked herself out loud. Before standing up with all her papers gathered, she pushed a lock of hair behind her ear and then looked up to see the silver haired man making a silent presence. Everything about him screamed intimidating and though she normally wasn't scared of people, she didn't want to make a completely fool of herself in front of anyone on her first day. This though seemed to might have done the trick. I'm sorry Sir. Excuse my gracefulness. Must be nerves. She said quickly glancing at him as she did, but never holding the gaze for very long. The lift closed and started to move upwards and she turned to face the grate with her head down and not opening her mouth to say another word.