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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2016 3:55 pm
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Tʜᴇ Oғғɪᴄᴇ OғTɪғғᴀɴʏ Sᴛᴀɴꜰᴏʀᴅ PᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴇᴇʀOғғɪᴄᴇ Hᴏᴜʀs 8AM - 3:30PM Mᴏɴᴅᴀʏ - Fʀɪᴅᴀʏ Wᴀʟᴋ-Iɴ Gᴜᴇsᴛs Wᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ!Tiffany's office is always pleasantly warm, usually due to the fires under various cauldrons around the room. It's decorated in a rather homely fashion, which she hopes will both encourage people to visit her, but also help induce her own creativity. There is a large wooden desk painted a pretty teal in the center of the room, where Tiffany sits to work or consult with customers. Behind the desk is a room where Tiffany brews her potions, and the locked door beside it is where she brews more dangerous and expensive potions. Both rooms are equipped with several protection charms. On the corner of the desk is an elegant owl perch, under which is a tray of business cards which list her owling address, just in case. Quote: Hello and welcome to my humble office! If I am not in, please feel free to send me an owl with any and all potions you may need, in addition to the time you may need them. Currently my hours are limited in the daytime, since I have to be home when my daughter gets off from school, but I have a potions brewery at my house as well, so orders are always well maintained. Thank you so much! Tiffany A. Adelwood
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Posted: Thu Oct 11, 2018 9:15 am
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xx⇴ Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴍ I? Work xxx⇴ Wʜᴏ ɪs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ? Charlie xxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ's ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ? Working xxxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs? What's he got up his sleeve?
Tiffany was hard at work on her new potion. She'd just gotten promoted to the top spot in the Potioneer Society, and she wanted to impress. She was adding some newts' eyes to the mix when someone walked in. The woman looked up to see Charlie enter. "Hi Charlie, dear." He was his ever polite self, but she grinned when he mentioned his mom's cooking. Apparently Mrs. Antunez had made them a batch of her fancy enchiladas. "Tell your mum thankth from us, Charlie. And thank you for hothting a nice party. I know the kidth loved it." She grinned, still absentmindedly stirring the vivid blue potion before her. When Charlie said he wanted to ask her something, Tiff perked up, wondering what he could need to know. It was way too soon to be asking for Gertie's hand in marriage, and besides, he'd need Brenden's permission too. Then again, she was the scarier one of the two. Shaking off the thoughts, the woman questioned further. "What'th the question?"
Wᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀs, sᴛᴀʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏɴ ᴀ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴇʏ. Nᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍɪɴɢ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ'ᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ Nᴏᴡ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ, I'ᴍ sᴜᴅᴅᴇɴʟʏ sᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ Nᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴇ I ᴡᴀs ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ. Uɴᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ Wʜᴇɴ I ʟᴏsᴛ ʜᴏᴘᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴍɪɴᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀʀᴛ Aɴᴅ ʟɪꜰᴇ ɪs ᴀ ʀᴏᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ I ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ɢᴏɪɴɢ. Lᴏᴠᴇ ɪs ᴀ ʀɪᴠᴇʀ, I ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ꜰʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ Lɪꜰᴇ ɪs ᴀ ʀᴏᴀᴅ, ɴᴏᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ, ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀꜰᴜʟ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴇʏ I'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ sᴛᴏᴘs ᴛᴜʀɴɪɴɢ. I'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴏʀᴍ ɪs ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ Iɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ I ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ sᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ Wᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀs, ᴏɴ ᴀ ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ ᴀᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇ. Nᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍɪɴɢ, ʜᴏᴡ ᴏᴜʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴇ Nᴏᴡ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴇ sᴛᴀɴᴅ, ᴜɴᴀꜰʀᴀɪᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2018 7:59 pm
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xx⇴ Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴍ I? Work xxx⇴ Wʜᴏ ɪs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ? Charlie xxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ's ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ? Working xxxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs? Such a nice boy
Tiffany tilted her head when Charlie asked if she was needing an assistant. It was something she had been considering, she wouldn't deny. There was a ton of work to do, especially now that she'd gotten promoted to the head potioneer. Besides, she had a new contract to work out, plus her individual studies. Charlie added that he wanted to learn more, beyond what Hogwarts had been able to teach him. He was a sweet kid, and she really could use another set of hands. It helped that they already had a good rapport. "That thounds wonderful, Charlie. You'll have to put in an offithial application, but I would love to have your help." She set a hand gently on his shoulder, glad he'd decided on a good, strong career in potioneering. She was a little surprised he had decided go go straight for the Ministry work, rather than somewhere like an apothecary, but she was delighted nonetheless.
Wᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀs, sᴛᴀʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏɴ ᴀ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴇʏ. Nᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍɪɴɢ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ'ᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ Nᴏᴡ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ, I'ᴍ sᴜᴅᴅᴇɴʟʏ sᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ Nᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴇ I ᴡᴀs ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ. Uɴᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ Wʜᴇɴ I ʟᴏsᴛ ʜᴏᴘᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴍɪɴᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀʀᴛ Aɴᴅ ʟɪꜰᴇ ɪs ᴀ ʀᴏᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ I ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ɢᴏɪɴɢ. Lᴏᴠᴇ ɪs ᴀ ʀɪᴠᴇʀ, I ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ꜰʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ Lɪꜰᴇ ɪs ᴀ ʀᴏᴀᴅ, ɴᴏᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ, ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀꜰᴜʟ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴇʏ I'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ sᴛᴏᴘs ᴛᴜʀɴɪɴɢ. I'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴏʀᴍ ɪs ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ Iɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ I ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ sᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ Wᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀs, ᴏɴ ᴀ ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ ᴀᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇ. Nᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍɪɴɢ, ʜᴏᴡ ᴏᴜʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴇ Nᴏᴡ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴇ sᴛᴀɴᴅ, ᴜɴᴀꜰʀᴀɪᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ
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