The first thing Shea did when she got back was change her age back down to 25. She couldn't have people constantly wondering why she looked so old. Honestly, she didn't think she looked that much different, but every year seemed to be noticed around here. It took her no time now that she knew how old she was supposed to be and she set each stone to display the right age.
For the moment, she had to figure out what she wanted to do. She knew it was time for her to spend a little more time in the Magical world after being away for the last year. She knew she wanted to do a year in and a year out, so she needed to figure out just how that would work. Her bank account held her meager earnings and were hardly enough to afford anything, but they would be enough to feed her for the week at least. She needed to replenish her savings a bit. At the very least, she needed to be able to afford a way out of here.
A broom was a solid investment, if it cost a little much. It would allow her to get just about anywhere, not to mention she missed her time on broomsticks. If she was going to be among Wizards for a year, then a broom would do her well. It shouldn't be that hard to work a little while around Hogsmeade to afford one. Heck, if she worked for a little longer, she might be able to afford room and board when she got to her next location.
She got out a pen and paper from her pack. After a week, she'd have enough for a broom, though after a month she would have something more substantial to live on once she got to the next location.
It was a plan Shea had executed well in the past. She could do cleaning, stock, inventory, work a register, wash dishes, and even balance books if she needed to. In the mundy she'd done most of these things, as well as learned a great deal about how to modify and fix a cell phone, so she was confident enough in her ability to acquire a job if she just asked. If there was something else they needed, she was happy to learn it and add it to her list of things she knew how to do.
She asked around and, so far, she'd found three people willing to let her help them on a whenever she was free basis, two of whom would pay her in cash at the end of the shift. The third was the Hogs Head itself, who was willing to let her stay free so long as she could get their books in order.
To be fair, their books were a nightmare. She spent most of the day in the dark back room with every manner of receipt and IOU scrawled on napkins she was supposed to file away. She came out at the end of it, starving and squinting at the dim lighting of the Hogs Head. Food, the owner was clear, was not free, but she had more than enough to cover that and ordered something to eat before settling down at a table alone on the side of the room. She closed her eyes as she waited, trying to push the numbers out of her head and take a moment to just relax.
For the moment, she had to figure out what she wanted to do. She knew it was time for her to spend a little more time in the Magical world after being away for the last year. She knew she wanted to do a year in and a year out, so she needed to figure out just how that would work. Her bank account held her meager earnings and were hardly enough to afford anything, but they would be enough to feed her for the week at least. She needed to replenish her savings a bit. At the very least, she needed to be able to afford a way out of here.
A broom was a solid investment, if it cost a little much. It would allow her to get just about anywhere, not to mention she missed her time on broomsticks. If she was going to be among Wizards for a year, then a broom would do her well. It shouldn't be that hard to work a little while around Hogsmeade to afford one. Heck, if she worked for a little longer, she might be able to afford room and board when she got to her next location.
She got out a pen and paper from her pack. After a week, she'd have enough for a broom, though after a month she would have something more substantial to live on once she got to the next location.
It was a plan Shea had executed well in the past. She could do cleaning, stock, inventory, work a register, wash dishes, and even balance books if she needed to. In the mundy she'd done most of these things, as well as learned a great deal about how to modify and fix a cell phone, so she was confident enough in her ability to acquire a job if she just asked. If there was something else they needed, she was happy to learn it and add it to her list of things she knew how to do.
She asked around and, so far, she'd found three people willing to let her help them on a whenever she was free basis, two of whom would pay her in cash at the end of the shift. The third was the Hogs Head itself, who was willing to let her stay free so long as she could get their books in order.
To be fair, their books were a nightmare. She spent most of the day in the dark back room with every manner of receipt and IOU scrawled on napkins she was supposed to file away. She came out at the end of it, starving and squinting at the dim lighting of the Hogs Head. Food, the owner was clear, was not free, but she had more than enough to cover that and ordered something to eat before settling down at a table alone on the side of the room. She closed her eyes as she waited, trying to push the numbers out of her head and take a moment to just relax.
