Today’s idea was from Alita Pashley who gave me this:
“Sticky-outty hair because too much Harry Potter (and wine) happened last night. Now I have homicidal feelings towards some less-than-desirable colleagues who are not letting me buy coffee.
Please include magical realism.
(34 words! BAM!)”
1am. Wine. Shouting. Argument over Horcruxes. Uncontrollable laughter.
2am. Carried home by Snape. He’s surprisingly nice. Room has turned into dodgy spinning fete ride.
8am. Wake up late. Nargles have taken all my matching socks.
9am. Get to work. Meeting. Homicidal feelings toward colleagues who won’t let me buy coffee.
10am. Communal stale biscuits tell me I have to eat them. Regret. Can I sleep with eyes open?
11am. No.
12pm. Colleagues argue over name of steps in new marketing strategy. ‘Planks’ or ‘platforms’? Kill me now.
1pm. Meeting over. Lunch commencing. Winning!
2pm. Toilet break. Mirror points out I’m losing. Seem to have modelled my hair on Cameron Diaz in ‘Something about Mary’.
3pm. Okay need to do actual work. Who is texting me? Shut up phone, I am being productive!
4pm. Another text. Must be a sign. Trying to concentrate on work today is futile. Check phone, it’s Snape!
5pm. See you later suckers. This woman has a date to get ready for.
6pm. Make up tricked me. Snape is now dating the Joker. What is his real name?
7pm. He’s at the door. I can’t just call him Snape.
8pm. Why haven’t I asked his real name yet? I can’t go back.
9pm. Snape is a lot hotter without wig.
10pm. Sweat gods, please have mercy on me and my white top.
11pm. Snape went for hug. I went for kiss. Disaster.
12am. Home again. Master Google laughs at me and tells me I ballsed it up. At least I won’t have to admit I don’t know his name.
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