Justice is the shy, clumsy and very unpopular elf that wound up working in Santa's factory. Only for writing however...well, that was all she had anticipated anyways. What she is unaware of is the fact that she'll be getting close to someone she ha...
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(thank you pinterest, this is Agnes)
Agnes Condor was an elf who had worked at the factory a long, long time ago, having been one of Bernard's first girlfriends around the time he became head elf. She was a very talented jewelry maker, and was once the head of department, though that role now belonged to one Sweetpea Anders, who was just as talented herself.
However, shortly after she and Bernard split up, she decided that it would be best if she left to work in the field, and that's where she had been for an odd fifty years, before her sudden return to the factory, looking good as ever.
Justice always felt threatened, but she had never felt threatened in this vain before.
And now, she was sat at the Urban with her friends, anxiously sipping her milkshake as they gossiped about the new arrival.
"So, what, she's just waltzed in outta nowhere?" Max asked, looking perplexed as she looked between her friends. "Mm, it appears so. I remember when she used to work at the factory back a couple decades ago," Tobi began, stirring his latte as he spoke. "Very talented jewelry maker, but she wasn't the nicest person. A bit self-centered, but she never really did anything malicious."
Justice sighed, running her hands over her face.
"...great. Great. This is exactly what I needed," Justice sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose from beneath her glasses. "Hey, now, Jus," Cindy cut in, placing a hand on the girl's arm. "She doesn't have anything on you, kay?" "Yeah, right. Except she's tall, and curvy, and pretty, and confident..." Justice listed, leaning back in the booth, her head rested back. "I oughta just throw in the towel, don't you think? I've lost enough dignity this year."
Max rolled her eyes so hard Justice thought they might pop out of her head.
"Oh, for the love of - would you stop that?" she said, pointing her spoon at Justice like it was a sword. "This whole self-pity thing? It's not working for you, babe." "Max, I'm just being realistic," Justice muttered, staring down at her milkshake like it might hold all the answers. "Agnes is practically a goddess. Bernard is probably already planning their wedding as we speak."
Cindy gasped, horrified. "Justice! Don't you dare say that. You'll jinx yourself! And besides, Bernard isn't like that." "He's a guy, Cindy," Justice retorted flatly. "Guys are always like that." "Ah- rude," Kory scoffed, rolling up the paper from his straw into a little ball and flicking it at her. "What about Tobi? He's not like that." "Tobi is a rare exception," Justice said, shooting a glare at Kory as she flicked the piece of paper right back at him. "Ah well, when she's right, she's right," Iris chuckled, leaning back in the booth and using her straw to shoot a spitball at Kory. "Hey! What did I do to deserve that?" Kory yelped as he took the spitball to the face, glaring at her with exaggerated offense. "You exist," Iris teased with a smirk, twirling her straw like it was a wand. "Now shut up and let Justice wallow for a bit. She's earned it." "No, she hasn't!" Max cut in sharply, her eyes narrowing. "If we let her keep spiraling, she's going to show up to the dance wearing a sack because she's 'not good enough.' And I, for one, am not letting that happen."
