Wipe Your Soul Clean [Cassie]

[Jazmyn Hevulen]

”At least suspicious stains can’t attack you, and you don’t have to touch them,” Jazmyn reasoned. Oh the thrills of Wingardium Leviosa. Being a witch certainly helped the job be a lot less gross, and she couldn’t be accused of touching people’s things because she very rarely did. Spells were a blessing. Jaz had been tempted by looking at peoples belonging before, if they left them lying around what was a girl to do? It made life more interesting.

Jaz laughed, she’d made that mistake once before. Until she threw up herself. Then her boss had thought it a good idea to ban her from such activities. Not that Jaz minded. Other peoples bodily fluids weren’t something she wanted to be cleaning up, ”I tend to work the bar, but in the quiet lull of the late morning I get to do this,” There was only a handful of rooms at the Broomsticks. Most of which tended to be full most of the time, but her cleaning job only took her an hour before she back downstairs playing bar maid.

”We get the Quidditch teams in,” Jaz admitted, but that wasn’t anything she found all that exciting. Quidditch had never been her thing at school, and she could probably only name about three players by face.

Jaz set the spells running on the next room in time to see Cassie trail off into the bathroom, saying something about a band and shaving foam. She couldn’t help but laugh at the story. ”Sounds about right,” she chuckled to herself, ”They were in my house at school. The amounts of mess they would make and trouble they’d get in was unreal.”

[Cassie Vimes]

Cassie made a face, wrinkling her nose and poking her tongue out. ”Guests can be a pain in the butt all right.” She agreed wholeheartedly. She and Jaz had found a rich vein here, they could bitch about working in the hotel industry until the cows came home it seemed. ”They seem to hold us personally responsible for every aspect of the hotel. God I used to hate working the complaints desk in Paris, the French talk fast when they’re pissed.” Cassie grumbled, rolling her eyes.

She poked her head out the bathroom door, waving the occupants toothbrush around for emphasis then returning it to it’s rightful place by the sink as Jaz continued to chatter away. ”Aww awesome,” Cassie enthused, bounding back into the room and plonking herself down on the bed just as the new sheets finished folding themselves back. She could always smooth out the creases later. ”I always wanted to try my hand at pulling a pint. I’ve been a waitress, but never worked behind the bar.”

Like Jazmyn, Cassie wasn’t all that interested in quidditch. It had all happened so quickly and so far away at the various matches she’d been to over the years that she could rarely follow what was going on. Various boyfriends had tried to explain the off-pitch rule to her, something about defenders and goalposts but she still didn’t get it. That said quidditch players could be hot. ”You know I heard traditional wizarding families don’t wear anything under their quidditch robes when they’re playing.” She quirked her brows and threw in a devious smile for good measure.

”You knew them?” Cassie asked, perking up considerably. That was so unfair, it was slightly shameful to admit it but she was a bit of a fangirl. ”Girl you rock!” She got up, patting down the bed to get rid of any sign that she’d been lounging on some stranger’s bed and wandered over to wait by Jaz’s cleaning cart. ”I asked for their autographs, is that lame?” She asked with an unabashed grin.

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[Jazmyn Hevulen]

Jaz could help but agree, wiping up some final mess on the counter, and turning her attention back to her new friend, ”This one time it was absolutely heaving, every seat in the place downstairs was occupied. And literally every person waned something to eat. So, obviously, it was taking some time to get to everybody. I mean, we’re not Hogwarts, right? We don’t have house-elves. So anyway, there is this one guy who is all like: Why Is my food not here? And he literally order five minutes prior to this, and he was blaming me for it. I mean, I can’t turn around and tell him to stick it, but I really wanted to. It was one hell of a shift and I just didn’t want to deal with it anymore,” she finished, as she waved her arms around rather frantically.

Paris? Had Cassie been everywhere? She probably stopped over there for a while before coming to England or something, ”I can’t understand the French at the best of times, so you’ve got one up on me,” Jaz smiled, throwing her duster into the tray and readying herself to move on. ”It’s not all it’s cracked up to be. Instead of walking in on people you get molested by drunks. Good times.”

Quidditch had never really been something Jazmyn had been interested in, but she too had had the pleasure of people trying to explain the rules to her. Mainly her brother, off on one of his rants, but then she just tended to switch off and nod and agree in the right places, ”I’ll ask my brother,” she laughed, not really wanting to think about what he wore, or didn’t wear under his robes, ”but then, we were never much of a traditional wizarding family,” she admitted.

”Not very well, but the youngest was in my year, so I knew him,” she didn’t want to admit to being quite the geek about them, sure she knew there names, ages, amount of siblings, ever single and song they had ever recorded to date, but she wasn’t about to admit that, ”We were given them before they were even famous, they made a point of telling us continually that they would be – we never believed them. I guess we were wrong.”