“I am one more support owl away from disconnecting Mrs. Stanley’s fireplace from the network forever,” Effie said vehemently, sure that everyone was as well familiar with that name from her office’s sagas as she and her colleagues were, these days. (Hopeless and yet persistent Mrs. Stanley, who seemed to have a new problem with her Floo everyday, and yet who never seemed to learn how to use it in her eighty-odd years of life.)
But she shot Viola a wearied grin, taking a bite of her turkey sandwich as she gave her friend a chance to join her. And she could be first to air her complaints today; Effie had plenty, but she was happy to take it in turns. “You must be right. Could it be the new year? It’s given everyone some new resolve to be –?” She waved her hand, looking for a word to encompass it. Obnoxious?
But she shot Viola a wearied grin, taking a bite of her turkey sandwich as she gave her friend a chance to join her. And she could be first to air her complaints today; Effie had plenty, but she was happy to take it in turns. “You must be right. Could it be the new year? It’s given everyone some new resolve to be –?” She waved her hand, looking for a word to encompass it. Obnoxious?
