Managers sucked. End of story.
What kind of person can just say to others to put on your business formal attire to a quidditch player. And more importantly, Sorcha. Ugh!
Needless to say, her already reckless and disheveled room was hit by a tornado of clothing. She went through everything she had in her closet and drawers. Even found some things she could have sworn were missing! Which was wicked awesome! But! Well, if we're being perfectly honest, what in the bloody hell was business formal?
Sorcha sat on her bed in her loose heathered purple tee shirt and boot cut jeans, legs folded underneath of her as she twisted up her frizzy hair. Taking in a deep breath, she exhaled abruptly, sending her bangs into a frenzy, and let out a grunt of annoyance. "Fine!" She stood, swiped her hand across her bed which sent three pairs of underwear through her cracked window. "Ah, shit a brick." Sorcha grumbled as she watched three perfectly good pairs of panties inevitably float to their deaths.
Whatever.
Hunter green jacket donned and topped off with her beige and black ribboned fedora meant this chickity was on a mission: figuring out what the heck "formal" entailed, oh and picking up that bottle of whiskey en route to the shoppes.
And then rain happened. Sorcha scowled, hawk-eyed shoppe signs and squished her way into the first place she could find that was even semi close to where she hoped to find her dictionary, so to speak.
Eyes blinking away the splatter she had received to her face, Sorcha spied her! "Hi! You! You have to help me." Sorcha scurried over and flopped her hat onto the nearest waist high area. "Dress me 'business formal'" Sorcha rolled her eyes as she deepened her tone to mock her manager's voice. The girl smirked and then arched her brows upwards. "Seriously though, what in Merlin's name does that even mean, really? I have slacks and button up shirts and maybe like…" her gaze went upwards as she began flicking out her slender fingers, counting away, but embarrassingly not too far away, "one… two… thr- FOUR dresses that might be considered formal enough. Maybe."
Her eyes were on the other girl. "Yeah, probably not enough in the slightest. Who am I kidding." Sorcha's hand put herself on display as she presented her and her glorious outfit to the girl in front of her, making quite a good point at how formality is not high on her list. "But like… formal isn't me, you know? I want me to be there." She sported a toothy grin, revealing her gap.
