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Cassirin · 06-30-2010, 04:26 AM

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Originally Posted by Celandine

That was... Ian? And Hunter by the description. Jane turned around in her seat, big welcoming smile already in place. She laughed when Hunter came in and found her usual perch, except the desk was bigger and far more stable. Oh wait. Was that serious? Jane was supposed to support that one? Big eyes, Jane looked at Ian and nodded at her boss. "Exceedingly taciturn."

She shot a twinkling look at Hunter, "You only need to fill her mouth with food or drink and she'll be positively silent."

"Oh, yes please. Good coffee and those flakey pastries, if you're buying. And if Ian is buying, I want something gold-plated or dipped in diamonds," Hunter bounced around on the edge of the desk. She would PRETEND that Jane wasn't completely turning on her. And she would turn attention back on Ian, who was ridiculously wealthy to be working here.

Not that she didn't appreciate his company.

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Originally Posted by LeapFrog

Daphne swiveled around in her chair towards the door. "Hello there! What brings you to our humble office?" she asked Ian, while looking at the woman coming in with him. "This place is wonderful, by the way!" she smiled, having a spin in the new chair.

She was mildly embarrassed that she didn't know everyone in the office yet. The woman coming in looked familiar, but Daphne couldn't place a name to that face. "I'm Daphne Jones," she said to the possibly talkative woman. "Editor of the Sports section."

The young editor stifled a yawn. "Coffee would sound good. I doubt the Daily Prophet upgraded that as well," she grimaced, imagining the pot of black sludge that was sometimes called coffee here. It made her gag just thinking about it.

"Hunter Bones. Lifestyle reporter and sometime travel writer. When we can afford to send me somewhere that doesn't involve mystery meat stews," she pulled a face and stuck out her tongue. If ostrich wasn't so rare in Italy, she'd suspect that was the meat in question... as it stood, it was probably something standard like beef or lamb, overboiled and underspiced.

"Actually, the coffee is improving. And there's a much nicer sofa in there now. I recommend it."

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Cassirin Legacy!! Manticore Join Date: Sep 2003 Location: Nom nom nom Posts: 43,197 Hogwarts RPG Name: Mercer Branxton Ravenclaw Seventh Year x7 x8	Made of Awesome \| Ern-la the Best-wa \| TZ's Apogee Quote: Originally Posted by Celandine That was... Ian? And Hunter by the description. Jane turned around in her seat, big welcoming smile already in place. She laughed when Hunter came in and found her usual perch, except the desk was bigger and far more stable. Oh wait. Was that serious? Jane was supposed to support that one? Big eyes, Jane looked at Ian and nodded at her boss. "Exceedingly taciturn." She shot a twinkling look at Hunter, "You only need to fill her mouth with food or drink and she'll be positively silent." "Oh, yes please. Good coffee and those flakey pastries, if you're buying. And if Ian is buying, I want something gold-plated or dipped in diamonds," Hunter bounced around on the edge of the desk. She would PRETEND that Jane wasn't completely turning on her. And she would turn attention back on Ian, who was ridiculously wealthy to be working here. Not that she didn't appreciate his company. Quote: Originally Posted by LeapFrog Daphne swiveled around in her chair towards the door. "Hello there! What brings you to our humble office?" she asked Ian, while looking at the woman coming in with him. "This place is wonderful, by the way!" she smiled, having a spin in the new chair. She was mildly embarrassed that she didn't know everyone in the office yet. The woman coming in looked familiar, but Daphne couldn't place a name to that face. "I'm Daphne Jones," she said to the possibly talkative woman. "Editor of the Sports section." The young editor stifled a yawn. "Coffee would sound good. I doubt the Daily Prophet upgraded that as well," she grimaced, imagining the pot of black sludge that was sometimes called coffee here. It made her gag just thinking about it. "Hunter Bones. Lifestyle reporter and sometime travel writer. When we can afford to send me somewhere that doesn't involve mystery meat stews," she pulled a face and stuck out her tongue. If ostrich wasn't so rare in Italy, she'd suspect that was the meat in question... as it stood, it was probably something standard like beef or lamb, overboiled and underspiced. "Actually, the coffee is improving. And there's a much nicer sofa in there now. I recommend it." __________________ ★ Dawn ★ Awakening ★ Spiritual ★ Hopeful ★ Honest