Post by Rowena Jones on Jul 24, 2017 20:52:56 GMT -5
The whispers had started that very day. Sleep deprived and in an emotional mess after the nights events, Rowena had become irritable and barely made it through the Head meeting without snapping off Cutter’s head. Instead she had yelled at several nurses and even made someone cry. The staff had quickly learned not to mention Max’s name in conjunction with hers around Rowena but that didn’t stop her noticing the whispers and conversations cut short at her arrival. They were the talk of the hospital and Rowena was in her own personal hell. This time it was her who avoided Max at every turn sending her Healers-in-Trainings to fetch him whenever he was needed and leaving the room before he ever got close. She was not going to fuel those stupid rumours anymore and to be honest, she didn’t quite trust herself around him.
By the time the weekend arrived, she was about ready to snap and as her amber gaze scanned the parchment on her desk she did. A potted plant in the corner of her room burst into flames as she looked at disbelief at the writing.
The universe must hate her. It was the only explanation. And Milton Bonham had obviously not got the message that Max and her were in no way on close terms. She growled in frustration as she threw her phone in her bag. Tomorrow was quite possibly going to be the worst day of her life.
Saturday morning dawned bright and early and Rowena groaned as Pumpkin and Spice, her two enormous Maine Coon cats, meowed impatiently for her to get up and feed them. She could just call in sick but Rowena Covington hadn’t taken a sick day in her life. Max Kameren was changing her life enough as it was, she wasn’t about to let him ruin her perfect record too. With a sigh she got out of bed and pottered around getting ready. She told herself she was only making herself look good because she was going to be in the public eye, but as she gave herself one last satisfied glance in the mirror, she had to admit part of it, a teeny tiny part, was she wanted Max to notice her too.
She arrived at Mungos in the midst of preparations, banners flying around her head and shouts across the room. She glanced around but couldn’t see Max as she made her way to the Welcome Desk. She stopped by the coffee cart, grabbing the hot drink and a Treacle Tart to wake her up. ‘Here we go,’ she thought miserably.
By the time the weekend arrived, she was about ready to snap and as her amber gaze scanned the parchment on her desk she did. A potted plant in the corner of her room burst into flames as she looked at disbelief at the writing.
Healer Covington,
For the Annual Mungos Madness Fundraiser tomorrow, we have partnered you with Healer Kameren (you can thank us later) to run the Welcome Stall and compete in the Games.
You have also been nominated for the Date Auction. As you know all money raised goes towards hospital improvements and as you argued that we needed to provide better Sleeping Accommodation for our staff, the money you raise will be put forward for this.
We appreciate your cooperation in this matter,
Sincerely,
Milton Bonham
For the Annual Mungos Madness Fundraiser tomorrow, we have partnered you with Healer Kameren (you can thank us later) to run the Welcome Stall and compete in the Games.
You have also been nominated for the Date Auction. As you know all money raised goes towards hospital improvements and as you argued that we needed to provide better Sleeping Accommodation for our staff, the money you raise will be put forward for this.
We appreciate your cooperation in this matter,
Sincerely,
Milton Bonham
The universe must hate her. It was the only explanation. And Milton Bonham had obviously not got the message that Max and her were in no way on close terms. She growled in frustration as she threw her phone in her bag. Tomorrow was quite possibly going to be the worst day of her life.
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Saturday morning dawned bright and early and Rowena groaned as Pumpkin and Spice, her two enormous Maine Coon cats, meowed impatiently for her to get up and feed them. She could just call in sick but Rowena Covington hadn’t taken a sick day in her life. Max Kameren was changing her life enough as it was, she wasn’t about to let him ruin her perfect record too. With a sigh she got out of bed and pottered around getting ready. She told herself she was only making herself look good because she was going to be in the public eye, but as she gave herself one last satisfied glance in the mirror, she had to admit part of it, a teeny tiny part, was she wanted Max to notice her too.
She arrived at Mungos in the midst of preparations, banners flying around her head and shouts across the room. She glanced around but couldn’t see Max as she made her way to the Welcome Desk. She stopped by the coffee cart, grabbing the hot drink and a Treacle Tart to wake her up. ‘Here we go,’ she thought miserably.