This loneliness, it just won't leave me alone [Sylvester]

The apartment building was gorgeous, that was the first thing that Lorin noticed. She had dressed modestly, wearing a gray and black dress with a mock v neck and heels. She was well manicured and pressed, wearing hose, a bangle, and only three rings. She was nervous, this wasn't her first interview but she had only ever had one before in her life, and it was for a close family friend who had hired her on the spot. The stakes were higher here, because although Hefin had arranged the meeting between Lorin and his uncle Sylvester, and while he had certainly talked her up—she felt her experience and qualifications were both lacking. She was scared she wouldn't get the job and humiliate her friend.

She knocked on the door, shoulders pushed back and relaxed, and an assistant answered, leading her back into the office which was currently vacant. She looked around but tried not to snoop. She stood very still, listening and breathing rhythmically. She could do this. She was a strong, confident woman. She was capable. Even though she lacked experience in managing broom sales, she certainly had experience in being a personal assistant. She even sometimes helped with arithmancy things for Donnie. She could handle anything if she could handle keeping that man together.

She hated to admit it, but she missed him. He was kind to her. Living with Theoren again was great, because her and her brother had always been close, but Lorin was growing up now and so was Theoren. She couldn't crowd his life forever. She had once thought that keeping Theoren forever would be a possibility, but she was less certain of it as time went on. He needed to find someone, too, and he couldn't exactly have girls over with his baby sister around. She was cramping his style. She needed to get out on her own, and getting this job was the first step towards that.

As the time crept past their meeting time, she began to look even more nervous. She wondered if he was watching her , trying to get her to sweat a little. It's good that she was wearing strong deodorant.

@Sylvester Walker

When Hefin had informed him that one of his former students, Miss Odell, would be absolutely perfect for the vacant post as his assistant in the British branch of the Walker Corporations, Sylvester had not doubted that would indeed be the case. He remembered Lorin vaguely, but any former student of his was more than welcomed to work for him. It was an unspoken rule Sylvester had always applied ever since he’d begun teaching. If he could help his former students in any way, he enjoyed doing so. In the end, his job as a professor and mentor for them didn’t stop when they graduated, or when he’d quit the post at Hogwarts. He would always be there for a student in need – it was exquisite publicity, after all.

They had arranged an interview for Miss Odell, and it was definitely only a formality. It wasn’t even an interview per se, for Sylvester was surely going to hire her. Actually, she had the job already since the moment Hefin mentioned her name. Today he was basically only going to tell her what he required of her and, of course, discuss the issue of her paycheque. Sylvester was renowned for being generous regarding that subject, but he still preferred to lay all cards on the table, to know for certain that everyone personally hired by him would be satisfied by all the benefits Walker Corporations offered.

He’d been in his bedroom, replying to some letters to his older sister, when his personal assistant arrived and informed Lorin was waiting for him in his office. The wizard arranged his jacket and after handing his assistant the letter for Silvia, for him to owl it to her, Sylvester headed towards the office. He pushed the door abruptly, and entered the chamber, heading directly towards his desk. “Greetings, Miss Odell.” He addressed Lorin in a polite, yet severe tone.

“A pleasure to see you again.” Upon reaching the desk, Sylvester stretched out his arm to shake her hand, and couldn’t but arch an eyebrow as he finally looked at her. Little Lorin definitely did some growing up, and it sure happened to be in all the right places. Her style was a bit bland, but as his assistant that would easily be fixed. She definitely belonged to the Walker aesthetic, and Sylvester smirked at the thought that Hefin had certainly believed that too when recommending Lorin to him.

Sylvester let out a soft laugh as he took a seat, gracefully unbuttoning his jacket in the process. “Did you have any problems in finding the house? I trust my assistant’s directions have been quite accurate.” Or he hoped so; Sylvester didn’t need to replace more than one assistant at a time. 

Lorin remembered Sylvester from flying classes at school, something which she certainly struggled with. She got red-faced and out of breath at even the most basic physical activity, and  had little balance atop a broomstick. She was surprised but glad that he seemed to remember her fondly, rather than poorly. She had certainly grown up since her first year. Though she was quick to develop her womanly body, it never fully suited her until she was at least sixteen, and she had continued to mature in looks since then, even. She tried not to flush as she took his hand in a confident shake.

“Pleased to see you again too, Professor Walker.” Lorin said, standing even as he sat, for he had not offered her a seat. She worried about coming across as presumptuous, though she also might come off as obtuse. What was the right way to go? She didn’t know and surely couldn’t ask. “I found the place perfectly, thank you.” She smiled at him. She had noticed him looking her over, but it didn’t feel the same as when other men did it. He was likely scrutinizing each aspect of her dress. Was it appropriate? She had erred on the side of modesty, though it was difficult for her to look modest with such an ample chest without dressing a bit like a nun. Something lower-cut would have been more her style, though she wasn’t sure how appropriate it would be to do this dance with her body in full view.

“May I?” She motioned to the empty seat, deciding to simply ask instead of waiting for him to offer. She had lots of questions as to what the job would entail. She had another job interview lined up with Hefin’s other uncle and really wanted that job, too. If she could do both, that would be ideal, but she didn’t want to overwork herself. Plus, she had no idea what she would be required to do for this job. It seemed he already had a number of assistants, so she certainly wouldn’t be ironing his shirts or packing his lunches like she’d done with Donnie.

Donnie. Lorin was still sore about the whole ordeal with him, though she knew she really shouldn’t be. Just because he’d extended her temp job over and over again didn’t mean that he needed to keep going with it. She just didn’t know why it had happened so suddenly. She hadn’t been planning on moving out and getting another job right away, doing the walk of shame back to Theoren’s home and drunkenly crying into her burned lasagna over it. She had thought Donnie liked her, and he certainly needed her. She worried about him, even now. His house would be disgusting and he probably ate takeaway or just coffee for every meal. She supposed it wasn’t her business anymore to take care of him. He hadn’t been particularly nice about it, either. Maybe she had hurt his feelings somehow. Or, maybe he was just finished with her.

Somehow she doubted the well put-together man in front of her needed a mothering type, so what did he need exactly? She was eager to find out.