It had been a incredibly long day.  Things weren't exactly easy as just a trainee.  And there was just too much paperwork for a position that should have to be tracking dark wizards.  But Ciarra supposed that had more to do with the fact that things were so peaceful.  That made it rather hard for her to ever prove anything if nothing ever happened.  She should be happy for that reason but she wanted to show her Father how skilled she was.  But she knew that being too hasty could come to be her undoing.  As much as she wanted it, she knew she would have to wait.

Coming in to the apartment, she moved to the living room and sat on the couch.  She instantly relaxed and let out a long deep breath.  Her chair at the office wasn't nearly as comfortable as the sofa.  She could probably fall asleep here.

"Scirey, are you home?"  Ciarra asked loud enough to carry through the apartment.

Her room mate typically was home before she was, but on occasion she was out much later.  It was one of the few things she looked forward too in the day was seeing her room mate.  Simply because she was one of the few friends she had, or rather was able to talk too and see.  And it was always nice to have that after a long day.

Scirey had found her muse out on the balcony, which was one of the many perks of living on the forth floor and being friends and roommate with the owner's daughter. Scirey would have never been able to afford such an apartment if it wasn't for Ciarra. An overstreched sweater fell off of Scirey as she painted from memory what the sunset had looked like. A small amount of light hit the canvas in front of her. A palate  with dollops of paint was balanced on her crossed legs. Her brush was poised in midair as she figured out where the next stroke would be placed.

This painting was just for fun. It felt nice to indulge in what she wanted and not to practice art for her job. She loved her  job it was just that sometimes she wanted art for what she meant it to be not what the finicky publishers and tacky writers wished.
 She hated it when they whined that the painting was great but too simplistic or the sketch was not hard enough or it needed to be bigger, stronger! The real kicker was that she was paid to create her own interpretation of what the text is trying to convey and then create several different concepts or themes for the cover before actually working and they agree with one and then after several covers are finished and inked out they change their mind! A half clothed lady in the arms of a muscle man will draw more attention, the readers will love it! It was tasteless and a cheap way of luring buyers.
Scirey glanced at her watch when she heard Ciarra call out. She had lost track of time. "Physically yes, mentally no. I'm out on the balcony. Dinner's in the fridge if your daring." She called out slightly teasing. Only with Ciarra she would dare to say anything on her mind. 

"Physically yes, mentally no. I'm out on the balcony. Dinner's in the fridge if your daring."

Ciarra laughed a bit, she got back up and moved to the balcony where she saw her room mate painting.  "I'm not particallarly hungry.  Whats the subject tonight?  Or waiting for something to strike your fancy?"

She leaned against the doorway with her legs crossed, supported with her left foot and crossing over in a t with her right.  She was so tired but there was enough energy to spend time with Scirey, who she rarely ever got to see anyway.  And that wasn't something she liked but things weren't the same as it was when they were in Hogwarts.  And if they didn't live together they probably would have never seen each other for a few years.  That would have been sad in itself.

Kyle Gibson would be graduating from Hogwarts soon.  She needed to talk to Scirey about Kyle staying here until he got his life going.  Plus she had always treasured the friendship she had with Kyle.  Plus he was sure that Scirey would get along with him anyway.  So there certainly wasn't anything to worry about.  She sighed wondering how Kyle was doing and if he was managing to stay out of trouble.  She shook her head, Yeah right...

"How's work going?"

Scirey did not turn to look at Ciarra as she entered the outside but instead stared at her painting. The blazing sky of color was finished and s he was working on the city below. The view was what they were staring at, only her interpretation.

"I've put work aside this is just for me." She said as she plopped the brush in the water jar causing a tiny wave of water to slosh outside. The old Scirey still at Hogwarts would have been angry that she had been so careless. This new and improved Scirey took out her wand and cleaned it up with a wave. She was trying to get used to using her wand instead of just her hands.

Scirey leaned over and cleaned off the chair next to her by hand. She set the large notebook on her lap and began to flip through it. She pulled out a packet of parchment that was her project for and of Ciarra.

"The series you requested." She said dramatically as she handed her sketches over. It all started with Scirey drawing Ciarra in the living room one night and it then turned into a large discussion of how Ciarra should be drawn, as in what scenes and such. Apparently the series was for someone special. Most likely Kyle Gibson.

"work is work. I like it but at the same time i want to do mo re than draw and paint potion bottles."

"I've put work aside this is just for me."

She smiled as she watched Scirey for a moment, and seeing her use her wand was still a bit of a new thing.  For the longest time she refused to use magic when creating her art.  Which Ciarra could certainly respect, but at the same time one bad stroke on canvas could potentially ruin things, and a wand was the perfect solution, for an artistic witch at any rate.  She wondered how much will power it took Scirey to use the wand anyway.

As Scirey cleared the seat next to her Ciarra decided to make herself comfy next to her roommate. 

"The series you requested."

Ciarra grinned and took it in hand and flipped through them.  "Amazing as always Scirey."  She reached over and gave her a quick hug, being careful if Scirey still had anything in her hands.  "Your the best," Ciarra pulled back and gave her a wink.

She planned to send a few to Kyle, and maybe sneak a couple into her Father's house.  And then a couple for herself to hang up in her room.  She loved Scirey's artwork and being her roommate meants she got to see it all the time.  She considered herself rather lucky in that regard.

"How was your day?"  She asked smiling.

The hardest part of being an artist was showing work to another person. No matter how close of a friend they were it as very nerve racking. Scirey never knew if the person would give her an honest response. Everyone lied, some might just over exaggerate how much they like  the drawing.

Scirey watched carefully as she handed the drawings over to her friend. While they were a requested set she had taken the liberty to use her own imagination in the pictures.

Scirey smiled shyly at the praise she hugged her friend back glad that she liked them and seemed genuine.

"Typically boring. I finished the cover art for Brimstone Potion Magazine. It wasn't very exciting but apparently just want the editor wanted. Catch any baddies?"

"Typically boring. I finished the cover art for Brimstone Potion Magazine. It wasn't very exciting but apparently just want the editor wanted. Catch any baddies?"

Ciarra laughed, "No, no baddie catching today.  I was spending the day locked in the training facility.  Apparently my reflexes aren't up to what they would consider the standard"  She shrugged as she thumbed through the drawings a bit more.  "Even though most of them are a hell of a lot slower than me.  I think they just don't like the fact that Father runs the department."

She sighed.  Her Father had been the Head for three years now and most still didn't like the fact that he had been chosen.  Sure she could understand part of it.  Her Father wasn't much of one to ever sit behind a desk but he handled his job well.  Ciarra would even daresay he was one of the best to sit in that desk.  Perhaps she was just biased because it was her Father.

"I'm supposed to have a field test in like a month or so.  So I guess that they might just be prepping me for that.  But still I feel like I'm just the Auror punching bag rather than one in training..."

She gave a smile to Scirey, it was always nice to come home to her friend.  Her best friend in fact.  It wasn't lik she put much effort into dating...she was completely focused on her career.  And Scirey was typically always drawing or painting or something.  The two of them just fit well as room mates.

"How is he doing?" She asked wondering how her friend like working for her father. Scirey would have hated having her father be in such a high position of authority over her. Everyone would expect her to be as good as he or better. Ciarra's father scared Scirey a little but she also respected the man. She thought he needed to spend more time with his daughter but she kept that to her self after all her own relationship with her parents was not that great either.

Scirey returned back to her painting. She started on a building in the distance.

"I'm sure they are just testing you, trying to see how much pressure you can take before you run to daddy.  Do you think magical law enforcement needs a sketch artist?"

"How is he doing?"

"Father is as he always is," she sighed thinking about her Father.  "Apparently he spends his time at his Tavern, the Burning Pot.  Or with various amounts of other people.  Honestly the man could probably use more time at home and actually resting.  He sometimes doesn't get home till four in the morning."

Ciarra had to stop herself realizing she was getting angry for no good reason.  She took a deep breath and let out a long sigh.  "Sorry, I just wish my Father would take better care of himself," she admitted.  And it was the honest truth.  There was so much more that her Father could be doing for himself but he just never put in the time.

The same could be same about herself though.  After all, how should she know what time her Father got back home if she hadn't stayed up waiting for him?  She sometimes would make dinner and hope to maybe take some to her Father, but she never did.  She would always just lose the nerve and either eat it herself or throw it away. 

"I'm sure they are just testing you, trying to see how much pressure you can take before you run to daddy.  Do you think magical law enforcement needs a sketch artist?"

"I'm not sure.  I could always talk to Father and ask.  He uses a wide variety of resources so I wouldn't be surprised if he would want one," Ciarra smiled.

Scirey stopped her painting as Ciarra spoke about her father in great detail. It was always a touchy subject for both of them. She listened nodding her head at points and umming when appropriate.  Scirey leaned over and patted Ciarra on the arm when she caught herself in mid rant. She understood the need to vent, they were after all women. The female race was very much akin to tea pots. At first they are nice and calm until the water (subject) heats up and then steam pours out with a vengeance then it cools down and offers substance.

"Thanks, do you really think I'd be good?" She asked hesitantly.  Her current job was safe and boring. She was tucked away in a back corner doing nothing but what was asked of her.

"Thanks, do you really think I'd be good?"

"Oh yeah! Just look at the ones you did of me," Ciarra said knowing she didn't actually have to show Scirey the proof considering she had drawn it.  She wasn't sure how badly a sketch artist was needed, but knew that they had been without one for quite some time.  "At least that is what think, but I am biased since you are my room mate and best friend."

She smiled and wondered for a moment if her Father had gotten home and if it would be weird if she went up to talk to him about this.  Or perhaps he should just skip him and go striaght to Tamis to ask her.  But then again there was a whole lot of questions there that she didn't care to answer.  That would mean talking about her life outside of work and that she wasn't comfortable with.

No there was really only a handful of people she talked to outside of work.  And most of them were like family.  Cyrus and Aure, although the two of them who should be around had been gone.  Aure had been missing for a while...and Cyrus was searching for her.  Talon and Bianca, who didn't live very far from her...in fact in the same apartment building, were always nice to spend time with and in fact invited her over for dinner from time to time.  And then she made a habit of writing to Kyle Gibson, one of the only people from Hogwarts she continued to talk to.

"But those are just out of my own imignation and not at all from what someone desrcribed to me. Would I be able to do as well with someone staring?" SHe asked her friend not at all calmed down. Her artistic ability was also a sensetive topic. She just wasn't sure she was that good. Sure she was alright and some people liked her work but it wasn't stupendious. It was average just like everything else about Scirey.

"Are you sure you don't want anything to eat?" She asked as she took in her best friends small frame. She was happy about that fact. One never knew when a girl would change their mind.

"Any news from Cyrus?" She asked wondering about them odd couple that was so accepting of Scirey.

"But those are just out of my own imignation and not at all from what someone desrcribed to me. Would I be able to do as well with someone staring?"

"Don't think about it so hard.  It's like a challenge, you are only given a few peices of the puzzle and you and another person are trying to fill in the blanks.  Its basic stuff right?  You just cycle through things like shape of their face, their eyes...then work on hair style, or maybe try to identify any scars they might have, you know just approach it with logic.  But you can't be completely nervous about it if you want to do it enough to pursue it.  I'm sure you would love it," Ciarra said knowing her friend a bit more than most did.  She may love her job but it had to be boring.  And that was something Scirey couldn't deal with for that long.

"Are you sure you don't want anything to eat?"

"Oh yeah, I stopped by the Burning Pot after the training session, and I think I ate a bit more than I should have, so I'm definitely still full," Ciarra said offering Scirey a smile.  With her Father causing a bit of panic in the department it had gotten some of them irritated to work her more than usual.  At least that was what she assumed it was.

"Any news from Cyrus?"

"Well his parents got a letter from him saying that he had finally gotten a lead on Aure.  It wasn't a sure thing but it had been better than what he had been getting for a while," Ciarra sighed.  That whole situation was hard on Ciarra since her and Cyrus had become quite good friends over the years, even if he was older than her.  He was like the big brother she never had.  And Aure was like a sister as well, though she hadn't seen her in a long time.  Not since she had been working here in England about three years ago.  Or maybe it had been longer?  She couldn't remember.  "I just hope he finds her, the two of them deserve to have a future together."