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Post by Jazmyn Hevulen on Feb 8, 2009 16:54:29 GMT 1
Jaz had been working at the Three Broomsticks for about three months, probably he longest she had stayed in one job without getting bored. She had to do a lot of different things which gave her life a bit of zest and the people that stayed above the bar were sometimes quite interesting, and full of stories.
One of the better things about the Broomsticks is the fact that her brother was more likely o visit her, or well spend his Hogsmeade trip sat in the corner with a book and she’d have to make the effort to talk to him – he really needed lessons in how to be social. He also needed some friends his own age. From his letters home she knew about his friendship with Oscar – somebody she had never really paid too much attention to in he last year of school but she knew of him all the same. He seemed like he would be a nice guy.
By the seems of it, he was trying to get their Mum to let Oscar come and say with them for a while over Christmas, she couldn’t see Polly agreeing to it, but who knew. She might just to make Seth happy. She was pretty thrilled he’d finally found his niche at school, even if it was with somebody four years older than him.
Jaz’s afternoon task consisted of making her way through the rooms, picking up anything remotely rubbish like and making the bed – or at least conjuring the spells to do so. She’d restock the tea and coffee and leave the room again. She sometimes came across things she found rather interesting, and other times she would walk in on things she’d rather she wouldn’t see in her life. It wasn’t her fault – she’d knocked!
That’s what she was doing now – knocking, ”Housekeeping,” she said loudly through the thick oak door.
No answer.
Previous experience told Jazmyn to knock again just to be sure, but he longer she took the more her boss got her back up. So, against all reason, she decided to enter.
”Housekeeping,” she said again pulling the cleaning cart in behind her. ”Hello?” Jazmyn was certain that the Australian that was currently in the room hadn’t gone out – she’d been out front all morning tending to the students who had appeared.
The blonde girl had left her sheets in a pile, a massive pile, Jaz rolled her eyes setting the charms to do there work on the rest of the room. She’d have to detangle the bed sheets first before she could re-lay the bed.
Jazmyn lifted the bed sheets and let out a small squeak of a scream. The Australian was still there, ”I’m so sorry!” she blurted out running over to the cart to collect the rest of her stuff.
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Post by Cassie Vimes on Feb 8, 2009 17:49:53 GMT 1
Cassie wasn’t really a morning person. Nor was she a cold weather person. So the fact that it was the morning and cold didn’t really get her off to a good start. She probably shouldn’t have stayed over at The Hog for until so late the night before, but now that Ed was at least pretending to be over the whole Dacian thing he wasn’t trying to kick her out as soon as the sun went down. So Cassie had hung around, keeping Rowdy occupied while Ed kicked out the stragglers and cleared up for the evening.
She’d left near to one in the morning, refusing Ed’s offer to walk her back to her room at The Three Broomsticks, it was only two streets away and she’d had just about enough of him being an overprotective git. Nothing out of the ordinary happened on her journey back and she’d been in bed fairly quickly after that, snuggling up under the covers to try and get as warm as possible. Bloody freezing country.
Blearily Cassie reached out of the covers with one hand, groping at the bedside table with little finesse until she came across her wristwatch. Pulling it back into the cocoon she cracked open one eye, glanced at the time and cursed. It was pretty late, but she didn’t anywhere to be, she was just cursing at the whole being awake part of the equation. She rolled over, curling further under the covers to try and block out all thoughts that involved getting up and going out into the cold.
There was a knock at the door, muffled by the several layers of covers piled over her head. Whoever it was called something through the door, but Cassie couldn’t hear it. ”’m awake.” She mumbled grouchily. She’d get up and answer the door… any minute now. Clearly she wasn’t quite fast enough as the next thing she knew somebody was pulling back the covers, letting daylight and cold into her private nest.
”Wha?” Cassie sat up, pushing her messy blonde hair out of her eyes and peering at the intruder. It was the girl that had showed her to her room when she first arrived and it seemed Cassie had given her quite a shock. She laughed and shook her head. ”Don’t worry about it. It’s about time I dragged my lazy ass out of bed anyway.” Cassie clambered out of bed, making her way over to the messy pile of clothes in one corner to pull on a sweatshirt. Pajamas weren’t enough to combat the cold alone. ”It’s Jaz right?” She asked, voiced muffled by the sweatshirt half over her head.
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Post by Jazmyn Hevulen on Feb 8, 2009 18:05:23 GMT 1
Jaz smiled at the Australian, busying herself with clean sheets and towels to restock the room with. Winter in England was certainly going to be a shock, the ground was already covered in snow and it was about to get a lot worse. Word had it nights were falling far below freezing – not that Jaz was outside, more like curled up in her central heated home in her duvet with her Mum.
After profusely apologising to the occupant of the room, Jaz couldn’t help but blush. She had had more embarrassing situations in her time there, but she hated intruding, ”Yes, Miss Vimes,” she replied nodding. A part of her training being never to call a guest by their first name if hey weren’t an immediate friend, even if you knew their Christian name.
The locals ended up being the ones you called Jim and Dave, and the occasional student. Jaz still felt strange calling her teachers by their first names and still called them “Professor” and “Sir”. It was one of those things. One of those things you never got used to, well at least now she could smile a bit too much at them and not feel illegal about it. How her brother managed to befriend somebody in a superior position o himself she had no idea – even she would never have managed that.
”I can come back later,” Jaz offered, now her cleaning charms had finished on the surfaces and the tea had been refilled. She didn’t know what to do with herself, flattening her clothes, comforting herself slightly. A common trait running in their family, only her clothes weren’t too big for her, they were jus crumpled.
Jazmyn was a confident soul, she made friends easily and certainly was getting to know Cassie better. But it didn’t stop her from being somewhat embarrassed by the encounter, ”I’ll just, urm, I’ll go,” she said grabbing a hold of the cars handle and heading towards the door.
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Post by Cassie Vimes on Feb 8, 2009 20:28:52 GMT 1
Hearing Jaz address her by her last name was weird to Cassie. Like she’d somehow been transformed into a middle-aged lady and therefore had to be awarded with the proper respect. ”Please, call me Cassie.” She said with a grin. She knew the girl was friendly from the brief conversations they’d had when Cassie was coming and going, but she hadn’t been as sociable as she usually would have been because she was so wrapped up in spending time at the Hog’s Head.
Her face fell as Jaz said she was leaving. Now Cassie was up she needed something to keep her occupied. Dacian wouldn’t be up during the day and Ed would be busy with the lunch rush, besides Cassie wanted to make a few friends while she was here. ”No, wait!” She said, wincing as she realised that had probably sounded a little desperate, not to mention odd. ”I mean, I’ll go stir crazy by myself, I’d like the company.”
She caught sight of the cleaning cart and realised rather sheepishly that Jaz was working. ”I can tag along if you need to finish up.” She gestured at the cart. ”Just let me let me just brush my teeth, morning breath, yick, and pull some clothes on. It probably won’t help the business if you look like you have a tramp following you around.” Cassie grinned hopefully, an hour or two wandering the streets of Hogsmeade in the cold wasn’t all that appealing to her.
A mental review of the conversation so far told Cassie that she hadn’t really succeeded in sounding any less weird. ”Or, alternatively, I could stop sounding like such a stalker and let you get on with it, sorry.” Cassie’s ability to make friendly conversation was obviously lacking when her brain was still half asleep. She just wasn’t one of those people who could just spring awake and be instantly alert. For a start she needed coffee to even function.
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Post by Jazmyn Hevulen on Feb 11, 2009 14:23:01 GMT 1
Jaz smiled at the residence, ”Okay,” she paused and smiled once more, ”Cassie,” she had spoken to the woman before, but she was very rarely in the Three Broomsticks, she took off first thing, once she was awake, and came back late at night. Jaz tended to work the morning shifts so she could spend the evenings with her mum back in Essex. Occasionally though when staff were off or away she’d have to do he night shifts – or hell the all day all night double shifts, those she hated.
Jaz stopped before she got to the door and let go of the cart, ”If you’re going crazy on your own, you won’t want to follow me about. It’s pretty boring. But hey, it gets me money,” she said, omitting the fact that she would rather be working where Cassie spent he majority of her time. More things happened up that end of town, more interesting things.
”I’ll just finish up here then whilst you’re doing whatever, then” She pulled the cart back into the centre of the room, she pulled her wand out from her apron – a completely fashionable piece she would assure you… with pockets in the front and everything. Yeah, if you asked Jazmyn Hevulen what her favourite thing about work was, she would tell you this very apron. Yeah. Right.
”No, no! It’s okay. I could do with the company. Gets a bit boring on my own.” Jaz held her hand in front of her, as if to stop Cassie from running away. Starting the charms at work Jaz pulled the covers of the bed so the new sheets could magically make themselves into the shape.
((Fails, Jen fails))
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Post by Cassie Vimes on Feb 12, 2009 20:30:38 GMT 1
Cassie grinned as Jaz consented to using her first name, the only people who had ever called her by her surname were her old school teachers and that had mostly just been when they were cross with her. ”If the task is boring then I consider it my duty to keep you occupied.” She said still looking hopeful. ”Why should you be paid to be bored out of you skull. Besides, I could even lend a hand, get things done twice as fast.”
There she went sounding overly eager again, but it seemed to have worked because Jaz relented, agreeing to finish up her tasks in Cassie’s room while she got ready to face the world. Her eyes were drawn to the apron as Jaz fished her wand out of one of the pockets. ”So long as I don’t have to wear one of those aprons.” She teased lightly, hoping Jaz wouldn’t take offence, but really as work uniform went it was pretty crummy.
”Great, I’ll be two ticks.” Cassie rummaged through the pile of clothes on her floor again, pulling out whatever she could find and slipped into the bathroom. Then it was a frantic dash, trying to do her teeth and brush her hair at the same time. She knew from experience that cleaning up a room didn’t take long, working in a Parisian hotel had taught her that. Cassie didn’t want Jaz to get bored and leave without her.
All done she returned to her room, heading over to the door and out into the corridor. ”So what’s the grossest thing you’ve ever found in one of the rooms?” Cassie asked with a wicked grin. She had some stories of her own to share and wondered if Jaz would be able to top them. ”When I worked in a hotel a seriously found ten used condoms in a bin. I don’t even want to think about what the couple had been doing all night. Gotta applaud the guy’s stamina though.” She’d never really learned to tone down her crude sense of humour, people could like it or lump it.
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Post by Jazmyn Hevulen on Feb 18, 2009 17:43:18 GMT 1
Jaz considered Cassie’s comment for a second before replying, ”I’d rather be paid to be bored than just be bored,” Jaz admitted. At least she as getting something for her pain. It would be much worse if she wasn’t. Being paid by the hour tended to lead to doing things slowly. But cleaning the rooms was always something Jaz wanted to get done quickly. The less time she had to handle dirty things the better and the sooner she could go back to playing front of house, ”It would be much appreciated.”
Jaz laughed at Cassie’s reaction to the apron. Much had been her response when her boss had first put it in her hands on her first day at the Three Broomsticks, ”You mean you don’t like it?” Jaz joked putting her product tray back on the cart and waiting for he final sheets to fold themselves ready for her to cart them away again. Jaz had had worse jobs than this, like working in the post office and having to clean up after the Owls. That one had lasted a week before she had declared herself at physical risk to illness and running out on the job.
It didn’t take Cassie long to get ready, dressed, brushed and clean in all of a minute. It had to be a record, ”The grossest thing I’ve fond or seen?” Jaz replied. She had seen some weird things in her time at the Broomsticks. Like walking in on three peope doing stuff she had rather not have seen, ”Maybe there was more than one guy,” Jaz laughed slightly, ”I’ve seen that before. Had to wash my eyes with soap for a week to get the images out of my head,” they had ‘Do Not Disturb’ signs for that exact reason. Did people ever drunkenly remember them? NO!
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Post by Cassie Vimes on Feb 21, 2009 20:33:15 GMT 1
Cassie poked her head out the bathroom door, toothbrush still in hand, to continue their conversation about Jaz’s less than fashionable apron. She wrinkled her nose at it, a small smile on her lips. ”Oh no, it’s lovely.” She giggled, ducking back into the bathroom to rinse the toothbrush off under the tap. ”I bet everybody that sees it wants one. I’m just jealous, really.” She called out over the sound of running water, her voice deadpan.
”Seriously?” Cassie made a face that was somewhere between horrified and gleeful. ”I think people mistake hotels for brothels. It’s the only plausible explanation.” She paused, leaning against the wall of the narrow corridor so Jaz could get past with the trolley of cleaning materials. ”The fact that alcohol is served on the premises probably doesn’t help, right? There are only so many pools of vomit a girl can take.”
Swapping horror stories from work was pretty enjoyable, it wasn’t often she got to talk to somebody who knew the ins and outs of working in a hotel. Most of the people she hung out with in bars were male and therefore more interested in telling her about the size of their car or racing broom. Yeah, because that wasn’t a metaphor something else. ”How about celebrities? Had anybody famous staying here?” [/font]
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Post by Jazmyn Hevulen on Feb 22, 2009 13:06:18 GMT 1
Jaz couldn’t help but laugh. ”You know you love it,” she replied. A least she didn’t have to wear the fashion disaster all day everyday, only when cleaning the rooms so she didn’t get herself messy. Which she was grateful for in a way. The apron could have been nicer, but hey ho, you can’t get everything you want.
Jazmyn nodded in reply, yes she seriously had walked in on that. Not something she wanted to see ever again, ”Luckily, vomit, I don’t deal with. I just get somebody else to. The smell of it makes me want to heave. The look and the thought of having to touch it, just makes me queasy,” Jaz admitted. It had happened in the past, she had been sent to clear up some young child’s vomit and she had ended up adding to it. Only she made it to the toilet first.
Celebrity wise, Jaz couldn’t recall anybody too important, jus the usual minister and a singer one time, ”We’ve had the Minster of Magic in a lot, but he’s not ‘oh my god yey’ famous. We had the lead singer in from a band that I don’t remember, but that’s how memorable he was,” she replied, friendly smile on her face, ”What about you?”
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Post by Cassie Vimes on Feb 22, 2009 15:00:14 GMT 1
”You poor thing.” Cassie sympathised, giving Jaz a friendly pat on the shoulder. ”I’ve been lucky enough to avoid any accidental voyeurism. I only got the aftermath. Suspicious stains, not fun.” She trailed Jaz into the next room, looking around curiously. One of her favourite things about clearing out hotel rooms was poking through other people’s stuff. Of course she wasn’t allowed to go rummaging through their suitcases, but if they should just happened to fall open while she was walking past, well… You couldn’t blame a girl for looking.
”Yick.” Cassie wrinkled her nose. Cleaning up vomit was one of her pet hates, but at least she could stomach the task. It must be ten times worse for Jaz if the sight of it made her want to heave herself. ”I made the mistake of being all eager and mopping it up without batting an eyelid when I first started my old job.” She explained. ”From then on any unpleasant task was loaded onto me. Damn my stomach of steel.”
”I guess Hogsmeade isn’t really the place to go if you want to see fame and glamour.” Cassie agreed with a nod, wandering into the bathroom to check out what kind of toiletries the occupant had. Toiletries were important when trying to take a guess at a person’s personality. ”We had that band. What are they called? McFloo something I think. Nice guys, made a mess of the rooms though. Something about a shaving foam battle.” [/font]
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