[The Hogsmeade Zoo -Dangerous Creatures-]
[Morning]
[Open to: Charlie Weasley]
Morag had been rather bored of late. The farm was in good hands between herself and the Squibs who worked it, and aside from her experiments, she had enough free time that she'd decided she needed something to do during her off-time. Being the sort that grew bored easily, Mora knew that whatever it was would need to be challenging and entertaining enough. She'd heard of the zoo at Hogsmeade along with the rest of the world. And to the zoo she'd gone with letters of recommendation seeking to volunteer part-time.
So it was that, at half-eight in the morning (after the morning chores on her farm were completed), she showed up at the tiny building in which the employees offices were. She was dressed as she usually was for work in dragonhide trousers and a camisole (both black) with thick boots. Her wand was in a special pocket on the side of her trousers, and her cigarettes carefully stowed in another pocket charmed to stay closed as a clam unless she put her hand in it. She waited impatiently for someone to meet her, a cigarette already in her mouth as she waited. She was excited, in truth, as she looked about at the exhibits and the creatures she'd be working with.
[Morning]
[Open to: Charlie Weasley]
Morag had been rather bored of late. The farm was in good hands between herself and the Squibs who worked it, and aside from her experiments, she had enough free time that she'd decided she needed something to do during her off-time. Being the sort that grew bored easily, Mora knew that whatever it was would need to be challenging and entertaining enough. She'd heard of the zoo at Hogsmeade along with the rest of the world. And to the zoo she'd gone with letters of recommendation seeking to volunteer part-time.
So it was that, at half-eight in the morning (after the morning chores on her farm were completed), she showed up at the tiny building in which the employees offices were. She was dressed as she usually was for work in dragonhide trousers and a camisole (both black) with thick boots. Her wand was in a special pocket on the side of her trousers, and her cigarettes carefully stowed in another pocket charmed to stay closed as a clam unless she put her hand in it. She waited impatiently for someone to meet her, a cigarette already in her mouth as she waited. She was excited, in truth, as she looked about at the exhibits and the creatures she'd be working with.