Post by Nav on May 30, 2013 22:37:03 GMT -5
It was late when Nav finally trudged upstairs to his apartments over the broom shop he ran. Ever since he'd gotten that (rather lucrative) contract with the Spanish team, business had been booming. Custom orders had nearly tripled, and he'd had to hire two more employees just to mind the store for him, so he could keep up on the broom-making.
Not that he was complaining, of course. He was busy and happily engaged in a trade he loved, and making money hand over fist to boot. Nope, nothing at all was wrong with this picture. Sure, there were things in his life that he wished would have turned out differently, but that was life, wasn't it? Nobody lived an enchanted picture-perfect life, and being upset by that fact was like being upset that water was wet.
There was a surprising amount of room up here. Mostly, Nav used his bedroom, occasionally the kitchen, and once in a long while, he actually found the time to sit in his living room reading quidditch magazines and catching up with his favorite teams. Still, even that could technically be considered work, he supposed. It was hard to be a quidditch shop owner if you didn't keep up with the game.
Despite the late hour, and the fact that he had a meeting early the next morning regarding making his shop a chain, he took the time to poke around a few of the disused rooms. Some of them held excess stock for the shop. He'd definitely over-ordered Norwegian-themed gear, but that was only his own bias rearing its head. He'd always be a fan of the Tromsø Tordenvær, no matter what; his appreciation for the gray and gold was a part of him and had been since he was a child.
However, as he opened one door, he spotted a vase of strange, small, white flowers that he was sure he hadn't put there. Being half-fae himself, and having spent part of his childhood among them, he recognized this sort of thing for what it was. His first guess was his half sister, Cynara, but why should she come to him now? They hadn't spoken in at least a dozen years. Though, he supposed that was no time at all for fae.
"Cynara," he said, already tired and wanting to get this--whatever it was--over with. "You can just stop the stupid game playing now. If you want something, just tell me."
Not that he was complaining, of course. He was busy and happily engaged in a trade he loved, and making money hand over fist to boot. Nope, nothing at all was wrong with this picture. Sure, there were things in his life that he wished would have turned out differently, but that was life, wasn't it? Nobody lived an enchanted picture-perfect life, and being upset by that fact was like being upset that water was wet.
There was a surprising amount of room up here. Mostly, Nav used his bedroom, occasionally the kitchen, and once in a long while, he actually found the time to sit in his living room reading quidditch magazines and catching up with his favorite teams. Still, even that could technically be considered work, he supposed. It was hard to be a quidditch shop owner if you didn't keep up with the game.
Despite the late hour, and the fact that he had a meeting early the next morning regarding making his shop a chain, he took the time to poke around a few of the disused rooms. Some of them held excess stock for the shop. He'd definitely over-ordered Norwegian-themed gear, but that was only his own bias rearing its head. He'd always be a fan of the Tromsø Tordenvær, no matter what; his appreciation for the gray and gold was a part of him and had been since he was a child.
However, as he opened one door, he spotted a vase of strange, small, white flowers that he was sure he hadn't put there. Being half-fae himself, and having spent part of his childhood among them, he recognized this sort of thing for what it was. His first guess was his half sister, Cynara, but why should she come to him now? They hadn't spoken in at least a dozen years. Though, he supposed that was no time at all for fae.
"Cynara," he said, already tired and wanting to get this--whatever it was--over with. "You can just stop the stupid game playing now. If you want something, just tell me."