Yep. She was so ready.

Kat walked to the reception and entrance after leaving the conference room. They must start now in order to finish on time or even better, earlier. The blonde had took enough number of Prophet issues and walked to Rush. Yeah, good thing he waited for her! If he didn't, he'd be deadmeat to her. "I'm right over here, you're not that blind." So stop acting blind, Rush.

"Yeah, right," Kat said. Agree. Cause she didn't want to stick around with him. He'd just be cranky and whine and all that stuff. "I suggest one of us take the north end and another takes the south end and probably we can divide the middle of Diagon Alley." Which was composed of Gringotts, Owl Post, Terror Tours, and Knockturn Alley. Though nobody is allowed in Knockturn Alley. If they had to deliver a letter there, Kat would Banish Gary down the Alley.

"I'm right over here, you're not that blind."

Huh.

Okay, this is not a good time for debating and all those stuffs, right? They need to work together now. Yeah, like it or not. They are team now. So, he'd better to keep silent and ignore her previous statement. Now focus on their job and its division. Diagon Alley was large, you know. That's why he suggested to divide themselves in order to finish their task faster than what-the-tiny-man wanted.

Taking a notebook and muggle pen from his bag, the blonde guy just listened to Katrina's explanation. She was right. This place was divided into three sections: North, Middle and South. He listed all of the shops around. For now, he was lucky that he had photographic memory so he could memorize all of them. They have 8 shops in the North region and also eight in the south region. Feel free to choose actually. Oh! Don't forget about Owl Post office and Gringotts. "I don't think TerrorTours is opened right now, so we could skip this." said him while he crossed it from his note. And.. Knockturn Alley..

"I'm gonna take this." said him. Yeah, he was fine if they must deliver the newspaper there. "And also Owl Post office and All of the shops in the North Street." said him again. "Any complain?"

Kat just stared at him. Did he really just bring a notebook and a pen with him? A pen... those things Muggles use for writing... not a quill. Crazy. And what did he need them for? Taking notes? He obviously had brain right? Or if he didn't he probably would've needed the notebook for writing down. So professional looking. And he's just a rising seventh year. So many adjectives to describe the crazy Gerald Rush.

Oh right.

So he's taking the North Side of Diagon Alley? Not a problem. So that means that the fifteen year old is going to be taking the South End. Kat rolled her eyes. "None at all, Garrett," she said. Garrett was a better name for Gary as a nickname. "Now let's just get over with it and start delivering. See you here in an hour or so." Then the blonde strode on her way outside the building. First stop... Flourish and Blotts.

Taken
 

Chord would have jumped had he not heard the sound of some fancy shoes clacking in behind him. He turned around slowwwly and eyed the lady who'd just walked in. Nice outfit. He grinned as he drank in her head-to-toe look and grumpy 'tude to match.

"Yeah, migraine. Sure. I've had those before." He flashed his glasses up to give her a wink and then let them fall back down to the bridge of his nose again. "Charlie.... isn't that a dude's name? I'm Chord. Chord Applebee. Uh... new employee thing."

He held out his hand.

Gangsta crashes this joint :P ahem
 

Layla clicked her way into the office, huge rock glistening on her ring finger. Yep, the time was winding down until she would be Mrs. Bryce McLaughlin. Folders tucked under her arm and her bag in the other hand she made her way from the door to the reception area. Place was definitely buzzing more than usual which probably had a lot to do with the new interns they had employed.

She paused when she realized she'd be walking through two persons who were standing around and not working. Hmmm

Raised brow.

"I'm sorry, did I miss the memo about an office party?" She knew she missed the whole intern briefing business but the other guy could take care of that on his own, so she needed pressure making that meeting too much.

Layla stopped completely now and shifted her gaze from the woman who she certainly knew to the man who she appeared to be talking to....flirting with actually. He looked new, she was sure she hadn't seen him before. A couple days out of the office and she came back to virtually a new place. Well then.

"Layla Dacosta." Normally she'd offer her hand to shake but since they were currently occupied they'd have to reserve a proper greeting for later. "And you are?" Gosh she hoped her was nothing like Sylvester the Prophet didn't need two of them. That would be a royal nightmare.

Sorry about the wait...the power went POOF went to work, came back, and ZAP no power.
 

you too... LOL meet Chord.
 

late too
 

Ah so they were discussing work and not just standing around idly. This observation caused Layla to relax just a little bit more, though she had no idea what a guitar had to do with anything. She adjusted the things she was carrying in her hand and focused on Charlie.

"Thank you, same to you and umm..it's Miss Dacosta, but you can call me Layla." After all she wouldn't be a Dacosta for very much longer if everything went according to plan.

She shifted her gaze to the man that Charlie had been talking to and offered him a smile in place of the handshake. "My arms are a little full at the moment, perhaps we can take a rain check on the handshake."

Hmm? Well then he must be very very new if he did not know who she was."I am the managing editor of the Prophet Mr. Applebee and the person you'd see about that just happens to be standing right in front of you."

Nightlife review? Do go on.

Emily wasn't impressed to say the least. Firstly... she didn't give anyone, let alone a 'Willow Garrick' permission to write about her, or look at her records, or release her name and occupation to the public. What was wrong with these people?! Have they not heard of privacy? ... No of course not, they were journo's. If all of that hadn't been enough, the icing on the cake was one of her pet peeves. Her surname was not a bland, boring, drab, unflattering colour... no, it's was better than BROWN... it was BROWNE!.. Willow Ga--Garret? Gratin?... or whatever HER name was, deserved a hexing.

Interrupting her morning routine of run, breakfast, paper, shower, target practice, work... she changed for work and marched her way the the Prophet HQ... she was more than happy to conduct her target practice here.

Receptionist person thing looked far too cheerful to be human, sickly... "Get me the manager of the establishment, or a Willow Grettick..." Emily commanded. Her name had an E... it wasn't potion science. She stood. No point sitting, they ought not to be flat-footed when dealing with disgruntled readers.

Xd
 

Well... the Prophet did have ONE thing going for it, they were quite prompt, or perhaps it was just her? Emily observed the, short, man... an eyebrow arched in curiosity.
"The problem?" she echoed flatly, wondering where to start. "Well for starters..." then Emily paused, managing to hold her tongue, after all, she didn't want to repeat herself. "Sorry, who might you be?"

Editor in Chief huh... well wasn't that just convenient. Shoving her hand into her jacket pocket, she removed a crumpled and ripped page of the paper. Mmhhmm. THIS was her problem. She held the page out to the man before elaborating. There was no point in her rambling if he didn't know what it is she was rambling about.

"I have a number of issues with this article.." she said, as she gave the man a moment to scan its contents. "May we talk privately? Or shall I speak here?" In public... or semi-public at least. She didn't care so much, but perhaps he would. Having the wrong-doings and errors of your publication broadcasted in front of perspective writers, advertisers and readers was not a good thing.

*stalks* short but Willow's there!
 

Walking through the front area of the Prophet, Willow was about to head through the doors when she saw Basil and a woman who appeared to be upset about something holding a bit of the Daily Prophet in her hand. Pausing she wondered if Basil had it or if she might need to help in some way.

Not quoting Willow, but we see you Liz ^__^
 

There was nothing she disliked more than wasting her time and breaking her routine. She had better things to do with her time, but be that as it were, this needed addressing. She'd have employed the whole 'if you want something done properly, do it yourself' method, however writing was the last thing she wanted to do with her time, so she wasn't about to rewrite the article as it should have been...

"Fantastic..." was he going to lead the way? Or should she wonder around until she found it?

She was amused by the short man looking around.. searching for someone. He wasn't nervous was he? She wouldn't hurt him... or anything. Emily's eyes scanned the reception area for what he might have been looking at... all she saw was some odd lady staring at them. Pfft... please, this wasn't even a scene yet.