Post by quinn on Jun 26, 2006 9:03:31 GMT -5
Taymyr clutched the letter in her hand, re-reading it for the umpteenth time while downing a few more drinks. She'd been awakened this morning by an owl scratching at her window at the local inn.
The owl had a letter she'd been anxiously awaiting. She had been so thrilled to have a reply at last she'd given the owl a bit of breakfast before she'd sent him on his way. However, her happiness was short lived. She'd just barely ripped the letter free of its envelope and begun to read when she realized that it hadn't been what she'd been hoping for. It said:
Dear Miss Quinn,
While I appreiciate your enthusiasm for the position of potions teacher, as evidenced by your numerous inquiries and letters, I regret to annouce that you are not the canidate I've selected to fill this position. Please feel free to apply again should any other teaching positions for which you are qualified have openings.
With deepest sympathies,
Talon Windwaltz
Headmaster FFU
Taymyr boiled in silent rage for a moment. How dare he! How could he not see that she was perfect for this position? She'd traveled the world studying everything there was to know about making potions. The only other subjects that she knew as much about were magical creatures and herbology, and that was because they were linked to potion making.
Taymyr brought herself back to the present, mostly because her glass was empty, but also beacause she now needed a new plan. What was she going to do now? She had enough money to last her a while, if she was careful with it. She cnsidered the idea of opening a shop, selling potions, ingredients and other things like that.
However, that idea was not particularly attractive given the area she was in, and even if she wasn't worried that someone might just blow her shop away, she wanted to teach. She liked kids, she had been looking forward to fine tuning young minds and seeing youthful faces as they finally grasped a concept that had eluded them. Taymyr ordered another drink, and re-read the letter once again.
The owl had a letter she'd been anxiously awaiting. She had been so thrilled to have a reply at last she'd given the owl a bit of breakfast before she'd sent him on his way. However, her happiness was short lived. She'd just barely ripped the letter free of its envelope and begun to read when she realized that it hadn't been what she'd been hoping for. It said:
Dear Miss Quinn,
While I appreiciate your enthusiasm for the position of potions teacher, as evidenced by your numerous inquiries and letters, I regret to annouce that you are not the canidate I've selected to fill this position. Please feel free to apply again should any other teaching positions for which you are qualified have openings.
With deepest sympathies,
Talon Windwaltz
Headmaster FFU
Taymyr boiled in silent rage for a moment. How dare he! How could he not see that she was perfect for this position? She'd traveled the world studying everything there was to know about making potions. The only other subjects that she knew as much about were magical creatures and herbology, and that was because they were linked to potion making.
Taymyr brought herself back to the present, mostly because her glass was empty, but also beacause she now needed a new plan. What was she going to do now? She had enough money to last her a while, if she was careful with it. She cnsidered the idea of opening a shop, selling potions, ingredients and other things like that.
However, that idea was not particularly attractive given the area she was in, and even if she wasn't worried that someone might just blow her shop away, she wanted to teach. She liked kids, she had been looking forward to fine tuning young minds and seeing youthful faces as they finally grasped a concept that had eluded them. Taymyr ordered another drink, and re-read the letter once again.