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He seemed to calculate James' response and he smirked. Sienna was perfectly nice. It was the 'other' women of the office. Namely one Lyric that is so utterly scary. Parker liked women who you could converse with, not ones that threatened to render you a vegetable and poured hot coffee on your freshly laundered clothes.
He laughed. "Probably. I mean, they're all so highly strung.." Man.. if they were all single and blonde he wouldn't have a problem. But no. Pft. Monogamy. What WAS that?
Harass? Most of the time he steered clear of them, but then they came and offered you wedding photo's and an exclusive. It was pathetic. Still, the cash was good.
James had almost started to like this guy. He was a suit guy. Suits were obviously the best kind of clothing there was. Because heh. He wore a suit.
"Teeshirts are nice.." *cue collar tug* Eh. Not.
Oh.. gossip columns. The bane of James' life. "I was one. For five bloody long years." What a way to waste his life. News section of the Prophet wasn't too bad - despite how much James complained. He got to write about whatever he wanted.
"At the Prophet yeah.. but that's not always where I've been." What about this guy? Photographer from nowhere. "What were you doing for this place?" It sounded like he'd been in tabloid photography. Ergh. James actually felt sorry for him.
The accent was growing on him too. It still look a little more thought to try and figure out what he was saying, but all in good time. "Yeah.. I reckon you should.. keep the 'sunshine' to the ladies. Wouldn't want people thinking.." You know what? Best not to tell one of the people higher than you THAT on their first day. Ahem.
Tanks? "So-" OH. Thanks. He frowned slightly as he pet him. The irish were overly touchy feely. James cast him a smile and looked around at the dull colour scheme. "And welcome to the foyer. The creams and beiges are meant to dull your brain function so you can't even contemplate quitting." Ha. "The trashy magazines are meant to inspire you to write better, but end up depressing you even more by their utter rubbish syntax and.. don't sit down - anywhere. These chairs are older than y-.." You? Was that he was going to say? Erm.. "*cough* Sorry.. they're very old," He corrected and averted his eyes. Bad James.
*giggle*
Wonderful. An office full of highly strung, stressed out hormonal women. James was already doing rather well at putting Eddie off the Daily Prophet as a place to work, although he would never voice this to the younger man. Even if they were buds, which they weren't, that would be highly unprofessional.
Tee-shirts are nice? This James character was an odd bloke indeed.
The guy used to be a gossip columnist?
Urgh.. what a waste of his writing talent. But it was where a lot of these young journos started off in Eddie's experience.
“Foive yeers?” He asked incredulously.
“I feel sorry for you. Must've been loike some sort of jail sentence.” He said with a pearly smile.
“I was a tabloid photographer. But I don't have the stayin' power of you. I only lasted two an' a half years."
An eyebrow cocked.
“Believe me, they would be far off the mark.” He laughed a little. Eddie had two previous marriages and two sons to prove that little point but again, that was his own business so he kept schtum.
Eddie grinned as he took in the surroundings of the oh so dull foyer. James was certainly witty if nothing else. He picked up one the 'trashy' magazines and eyed the cover before placing it back down again. He heard the small 'slip' of James's and eyed him for a moment.
“I'm only terty foive.” Thirty-five and VERY Oirish too (
). He smiled broadly at the kid. And he'd bet his designer suit that he had experienced far more of what life had to offer in that time than James had in his short life so far.
“C'mon.” He said, opening the door to the next room and held it open for James.
“I think I've seen quite enough the entrance foyer.” Quote:
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Nymphadoraliz Feeling as if she were walking on air, Mackenzie walks through the entrance of the Daily Prophet. She'd never been happier then she had at that moment, she really wished she hadn't had to work that day, but had the entire weekend to spend with her FIANCE! She still couldn't believe it, it still was too awesome.
Her face completely lit up with the smile that filled her face, she walks through the entrance to start her day.
And the door opened an in walked a young woman. Was this one the highly strung stressed out ladies James had been talking about?
“Good mornin'.” He greeted her with a smile and held the door open for her also.