Jemma walked into the lounge, heading straight towards the fridge. She'd bought in her lunch that day, and she was starving. She opened the fridge, and pulled out her pasta salad that she'd made a couple days back. She always cooked her lunch in bulk on the weekends, so she could just take some to work each day. She wasn't a fan of cooking, but it was cheaper than buying ready made food all the time, plus a lot healthier.
Her new job as Secretary to Mr. Shaw was, interesting, to say the least. He didn't seem to be the most ethical of men, and seemed to use the Ministry resources for many a personal errand. The latest of which, sending flowers to a girl. Not a woman, a girl. A sixth year in Hogwarts. So an underage girl. Jemma didn't like the sound of it at all, but valued her job enough to keep her mouth shut about it.
She turned around, to look at the room. She hadn't really come in here much before, but she'd decided she needed to make an effort to be social. She'd been too distant from everyone in the past, now was time for a change. She walked over to a group of sofas, and sat on one. A few others were sat near her, but she didn't recognize any of them.
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