Pretty Optimistic {Constance}

[Tamara Margo Tarango]

FOR A PESSIMIST I’M - - - - - - - - -
- - - - - - - - PRETTY OPTIMISTIC

JUST TALK YOURSELF UP AND TEAR YOURSELF DOWN YOU’VE HIT YOUR ONE WALL NOW FIND A WAY AROUND WELL WHAT’S THE PROBLEM YOU’VE GOT A LOT OF NERVE SO WHAT DID YOU THINK I WOULDSAYNO YOU CAN’T RUN AWAY NO YOU CAN’T RUNAWAY SO WHAT DID YOU THINK I WOULD SAY NO YOU CAN’T RUN AWAY NO YOU CAN’T RUN AWAY YOU WOULDN’TI NEVER WANTED TO SAYTHIS YOU NEVER WANTED TO STAY I PUT MY FAITH IN YOU SO MUCH FAITH AND YOU JUST

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Tamara woke that morning with a feeling of dread in the pit of her stomach. That feeling was unceremoniously pushed aside for the warm comfort of her down-feather filled pillows. Tamara was not a morning person. She gladly welcomed the comforting embrace that was her mattress, burrowing into the covers that could, with luck, guide her back to dreamland.

The crater in her stomach would have none of it, however, as it refused to let her fall back into the blessed dream she’d been having. She flung back the mess of duvet and sheets, and was unsurprised at the foggy morning view that was Knockturn Alley. A dismal sight, what with the brick wall from the neighboring shop blocking most of the window, Tamara could still see a glimpse of Honeydukes Sweet Shop if she squinted and tilt her head at just the right angle. Making a mental note to pick up more Every Flavor Beans one of these days, Tamara gingerly crawled from her bed, only to retreat as her bare feet touched down on the cold hardwood floor. Making another note to get a rug or two, she hurriedly pulled on a pair of jeans, a white camisole, and an oatmeal brown loose knit jumper.

Tamara made her way down the stairs, into the shop, as she pulled her chestnut colored hair into a thick crocheted headband, and briskly opened the window to let in the Post Owl that rapped at the pane of Slug and Jigger’s Apothecary. A light brown Barn Owl swooped in, dropped a pile of letters on the front desk, and promptly left.“Well,” said Tamara to the bird's retreating back, “good morning to you too.”

She tapped her wand against the Wireless that sat upon the front desk, and reached for one of the letters as Celestina Warbeck, “The Singing Sorceress,” warbled out a melancholy tune.

Five letters and several anonymous order forms later, Tamara put down her quill and picked up a broom as she began to tidy up for the day ahead. Not that it mattered much, as most of her customers couldn’t care less about the state her shop was in, this was Knockturn Alley, after all. Nevertheless, a few regulars nearly always stopped by, and she didn’t want to disappoint.

Celestina Warbeck was playing again, A Cauldron Full of Hot Strong Love this time, and Tamara began to sing along with the chorus.

“Oh, come and stir my cauldron
And if you do it right”

As the second lines began, however, a baritone voice filled the air, sounding nothing at all like it belonged with the previously jazzy melody. “The Wizarding Wireless Network interrupts this program to bring you breaking news,” said the voice in explanation. Tamara returned to her previously paused sweeping motions, seeing no reason why she couldn’t do two things at once. “Hit Wizards are in pursuit of an escaped prisoner of Azkaban. The prisoner’s identity has just been confirmed as one Thorfinn Rowle, a Death Eater.” The broom she’d been using stopped in its attempts to chase a chizpurfle out the window, as its user froze in place. The chizpurfle, now free of its grassy attacker, fled and burrowed itself as deep as it could into a bin of deep green Augurey feathers. Tamara ignored it, and fully focused her attention on the voice. She half-turned to stare in shock as the wireless went on. “Rowle was one of many convicted during the Battle at Hogwarts, and was found atop the Astronomy Tower with accomplices Alecto and Amycus Carrow. Rowle is described as an enormously muscled, blond wizard, with blue eyes, and is considered armed and very dangerous. Please owl in immediately if he’s seen in your neighborhood, and do not approach him under any circumstances. Thank you to all the Hit Wizards, and good luck in apprehending this fugitive. Now back to your regular scheduled program.” Tamara sank into the chair behind her desk, the broom now forgotten on the floor, as Madame Warbeck’s song continued from where it had left off.

“I'll boil you up some hot, strong love
To keep you warm tonight
Oh, to keep you warm tonight”

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* THREW IT AWAY ! *

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Credit, KLEPTOMANIA FTW? of caution 2.0
Tagged for, Constance
Outfit, www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=37891032
Lyrics, Paramore
Notes, Eh. it's not much, but I wanted it to get done. [/center][/size][/font][/i][/size]