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Ama · 04-10-2010, 08:25 AM

In their own section, writers can now enjoy the freedom of elbow room. No longer will their articles about the latest fashionable patterns in wizarding robes get mixed up with columns on new Ministry laws and Quidditch accessories. Bigger and sturdier desks with no visible signs of termite damage decorate the rectangular area that is devoted to the Lifestyle section of the Daily Prophet, alongside new and more comfortable chairs to better shock absorb posteriors during crunch time. Those dreadful deadlines are always looming near so remember to stay on top of your game!

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Cassirin · 08-31-2010, 10:50 PM

"I can see the appeal in that," she leaned back in her seat and kicked up her booted feet to rest on the desk. The boots... they were fabulous. They just were. "No roots, no real responsibilities except to your booth and your customers. Did you sleep in a tent?"

Heck, if things got much worse with her finances, she could always buy a tent and move into Ian's back yard.

Mad Eye Touz · 08-31-2010, 10:56 PM

Plymouth did take a moment to admire the shoes. Sigh. He'd grown accustomed, really, to looking at Da...

"Sometimes. Most of the time. Yeah. I liked waking up in a new place every few days. And sometimes, it'd take you a few minutes to figure out which part of the country you were in. Bit lonely now, though, I imagine."

He cleared his throat and readjusted his tie. "I spent all my money on a boat though. So..." Plymouth Morgan was a secretary now.

Cassirin · 09-01-2010, 12:23 AM

"A boat?" Hunter grinned at him in approval. "Well, by all means... why aren't you sailing around the world? I love to travel... if I had a boat... Merlin. You'd never see me again. I'd just owl in my articles."

Not sure if she'd get approval on that, but it was a nice little dream.

Mad Eye Touz · 09-01-2010, 01:08 AM

"You could borrow it," Plymouth shrugged a shoulder, far too stiff to be nonchalant but again he was trying. "It's currently collecting dust and small animals behind the shed at home."

Plymouth's eyes lifted and met Hunter's. "Really. If you want to take it out, I'll get it cleaned up for you."

To be honest, Plymouth didn't want to look at it much right now.

Cassirin · 09-01-2010, 03:45 AM

"I'm afraid I can't afford the lifestyle, but it sounds great," Hunter shrugged. "And I suppose I need to get back to my draft. They get really cranky around here when you don't turn copy in on time. You should try the break room, though... the coffee is better than you'd expect."

Mad Eye Touz · 09-01-2010, 03:53 AM

Oh.

"Errr. Right. I'll be out there," Plymouth got up and made awkward gestures out the door. To his desk. He'd be there if she needed him. Hehe. Needed him. Wanted him. One of those, either of those, would do.

"Don't get your headdress stuck. But if you do, you know where to find me." Plymouth made more awkward, erratic gesturing out of the door, where he TOO should have been going instead of just talking about going.

"Hehe."

Cassirin · 09-01-2010, 04:00 AM

"You," she pointed at him. "You're adorable, Plymouth Morgan. You drop by whenever you want and we can chat and eat stale cookies."

She tucked the role of cookies back into her desk, tucked the headdress over her auburn girls, and gave him a merry wave.

Ameh · 12-08-2010, 12:14 AM

Okay. Nerves? They were starting to jangle again. The young man bit down on his lip as he looked curiously through the area, almost considering going back to ask Plym to maybe possibly help direct him somewhere before he finally found where he was meant to be.

At least he believed this was the right place. The boy's head tilted to the side as he looked from desk to desk, grateful that at least there didn't seem to be too many people around to see his nosiness and question him about it.

He was still unsure if his youthfulness would get him questioning looks later, whenever he did come across people.

Cassirin · 12-08-2010, 12:26 AM

"Are you lost or is Plymouth hosting one of his meet and greet thingies and forgot to tell us again?" Hunter propped her satchel up on the nearest desk and eyed the precious young thing who was strolling through her department.

If he was nice, maybe she'd give him a tour. Through her department.

Ameh · 12-08-2010, 12:32 AM

Looking toward the source of the voice, the young man's face turned a bit red. Did he really look that lost and out of place? His teeth closed down on the corner of his lip, and Raiden looked from the woman toward the door he'd come in through. Contemplating just... going out and bothering Plymouth again.

No, no. He wasn't allowed to do that.

"I'm... actually..." Er. "I'm supposed to start work here today."

His hand reached up to his ear and tugged on the stud nervously.

"You wouldn't happen to know where I could find 'Hunter Bones', would you?"

Cassirin · 12-08-2010, 12:36 AM

"Oh, Hunter Bones. I know her," she shouldered her bag and circled the desk to give him the eye. So this was the new meat, eh? Nice of Ian to let her have a say.

"No matter what Boss Man says, we'll get along just fine. Hunter," she offered a hand to him. "I've never killed a man, I never kiss and tell, and you can't try on my shoes. You'd be surprised how often people ask."

Ameh · 12-08-2010, 12:42 AM

Why was she looking at him like that? O__O

Raiden resisted the urge to go back out in the lobby. To the desk. Where Plymouth was probably tossing his tie over his shoulder and mucking about doing his job. He was already nervous as anything about this; it was his first job, on top of being an actual good one.

...and this was Hunter. The boy's cheeks went a bit brighter red and he took the offered hand, giving it a gentle shake.

"I'm Raiden Kururugi. And I don't believe I'll ever want to try on your shoes." He glanced down at them, and then nodded, a small smile breaking through the nervousness. "Definitely not. I'll keep my own on."

Cassirin · 12-08-2010, 01:00 AM

"See? You're learning fast," Hunter smirked before pointing out a desk to Raiden. "That one used to be mine. It's clean, aside from a roll of biscuits I found when I took it myself. They're pretty stale, but I figured they were good luck."

She nodded toward her own office. "Raiden. That's me back there. We're a good team here, so just... relax a bit."

Ameh · 12-08-2010, 01:09 AM

His head turned automatically, eyes following to where she was pointing. A roll of stale biscuits was meant to be lucky?

He wasn't going to question it. He merely nodded, his nervousness slowly settling and slipping away. He had a desk. At the Daily Prophet, where he now worked.

Several weeks ago, stuff like this had seemed years off, hadn't it.

"Sorry," he murmured, a self-conscious grin crossing his face as he looked back to Hunter. "I'm just... I've never done this before. It's kinda nerve-wracking? First job and all that."

First day at his first job. And his first summer of total freedom from having to return to Hogwarts. Lots of firsts. And Sienna hadn't helped with the nerves, with her whole 'mistake' thing.

Cassirin · 12-08-2010, 01:16 AM

"Could be loads worse. You could have your first job at a teen fashion magazine where they make you model the cast-offs for weeks before you find out it was just hazing. We don't haze. I might make you go for a pastry run if you ever look like you're taking root in your chair, though." For his own sake, clearly. Clearly.

Ameh · 12-08-2010, 01:21 AM

Wide-eyed stare.

"Wow. That... kinda sucks." He had no idea what 'cast-offs' meant, but considering the context, it was probably not something that was fun to do. He was suddenly extremely glad that hazing didn't happen here... though surely Plym would have warned him, were someone going to do something undesirable.

Then again... Plym didn't seem to mind most things. So maybe not.

"I probably wouldn't mind," he replied with a shrug. He didn't look forward to sitting around for long periods of time, after all. Much as his job now might call for it.

Heh. His job. It still felt odd to think about it like that.

Cassirin · 12-08-2010, 01:48 AM

"Well, settle in at your desk," Hunter pointed at the desk again, just in case he was confused on which was his. "And then you can come find me and we'll chat about assignments. Hear your ideas."

Ameh · 12-08-2010, 02:43 AM

"Mmm." Raiden nodded again and turned his attention toward the desk, having been dismissed to go about his own business. Biting his bottom lip absently, he let his fingertips drag along the desktop as he stepped closer to it.

Out of some engrained instinct, he tugged the drawers open, pushing them closed once he'd peered inside them. The messenger bag that had been slung over his shoulder, he set on the chair, and went about digging through it. There were a few little things in there that he'd figured would be important to bring with him.

Pens, for one. Easier to write quickly when you didn't have to stop for ink. A handful of them went into the drawer, along with a few pots of ink that he'd dumped together after finding them scattered through his school things and his bedroom. A few quills, and some paper, and... well. That was most everything for work that he had in the bag. Peeking at the other contents, he transferred the bag to the floor and flopped into the chair himself.

This was his desk.

Huh.

He wiggled in the chair a bit.

itsjustjesse · 04-05-2011, 09:13 PM

Charlotte walked into the Daily Prophet a large smile on her face, her new tag attached to her jacket. It was her first day of work and her heels made a slight clicking sound with each step. She was going to be so excited telling her family about her first day that is when they were back from school and wherever they were really. She was happy and she just wanted to be in there already. Her brown hair pulled into a side-braid she was trying to look presentable today in her nice robes and well nice clothing in general.

She saw an empty desk in the back of the room and quickly looked for names on it, finding hers one one of the three pristine desks she placed her little box of things there. Quills, inc, the works even a little picture of her sister, aunt, and brother and herself (which was odd to see) waving and smiling. A picture her mother and father had taken before their plane went down. Everyone in a while they would run into the frame from the picture taken right after - and smile, wave, and tell her they loved her. Yes she talked to a photograph.

Smiling she looked around the room wondering what to do next maybe writing mock-up of the little I-Spys she'd seen in muggle news papers would work? Yeah? People might like those feeling noticed was good.

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