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welcome >:D Walknig out of the offices with a cup of freshly brewed coffee in a mug clutched in his Bloody hell. Was this kid taller than him too? What were parents feeding their kids these days? WHY did they all have to be so tall? Grumbling and muttering to himself about stuffing his shoes with more newspapers, he stepped out from behind the divider and made his way towards the young man - not getting too close though. He didn't want to look up at the intern. Staying a decent distance away ensured that he could at least pretend they were seeing eye to eye. "You must be Mr. Kinsley," he greeted. "Name's Basil Skeeter, Editor-in-Chief, welcome to the Daily Prophet." Oh, curses. Handshakes. He was going to have to get close to the young man now to accomplish that. Somewhat reluctantly, he extended his right hand out towards the intern and plastered a smile on his face. Just grin and bear it. Griiiiiiiiiiiin and bear it. |
Yooo hooo, boys! *winks* The intern was coming in today, yes he was. Tori was EVER so excited for him. So excited to have a young person around. SO excited to be working with another male. Sure sure. She was SO excited, in fact, that she had commissioned her father's house elf to make her a tray of mini cupcakes with the Daily Prophet's logo in fondant on top. She carried the cupcakes in one hand as she breezed through reception. "Morning, Skeeter," she addressed her editor with a brief head-to-toe glance. "I see you dressed up for the occasion today, but forgot your heels at home?" The redhead cackled to herself and moved past him and the intern toward the breakroom, where she would be depositing the cupcakes of course. Once that was taken care of, she reappeared and inserted herself into the manly handshake about to take place. Yes, she was taller than Basil, especially with her heels on today, so she WAS able to monkey-in-the-middle block him out. "Hello there," she addressed the intern with a winning smile, "you must be Theodore Kinsley. I'm Victoria Bunbury, reporter and local fashionista, but you can call me Tori. I have an assignment ALL READY for you, so once you are settled in, pop by my desk, yeah?" And hopefully Jorge would be back by then too so THEY'D JUST HAVE THEMSELVES A PARTY in the bullpen. Hehe. |
Just as Theo was about to turn on his heel and leave because he was obviously in the wrong place, someone addressed him as Mr Kinsley all formal-like. He much preferred being called by his first name, thank you very much. But wait, did that mean he was the only intern at the Daily Prophet? That made him extremely uncomfortable, and the rumble in his stomach got a little stronger at the thought. "Yeah, that's me..." He was distracted from the man's introduction when a woman with cupcakes came flying past them. He'd kind of assumed that they were baked for him on his grand arrival but he was apparently wrong to assume that because, oh, there she goes... Ah, of course, the dreaded handshake. People always did the handshake thing in the world of business. SIGH. Before he got anywhere near the man's probably filthy hand, it was being taken by someone else. Oh, the redheaded lady! Theo smiled the most genuine smile he had given all day. He much preferred shaking this lady's hand rather than shorty over there. What was his name again? No matter because he was speaking to Tori. "Hey." He gave her hand the firmest and most manliest shake that he could manage, then pulled his hand graaaadually back to his side. Theo nodded at the rest of her introduction, "An assignment?" Groan, already? "Cool, great, umm... where's your desk? Is there a map I could have, or...?" He asked sincerely. |
la la la *types half asleep* Hand still pathetically out for the intern to take, Basil's shoulders hunched and hid his neck when he heard his name being called out by..............yep. The firecracker was here. With cupcakes. AND WHAT DID SHE SAY ABOUT HIM BEING SO SMALL THAT HE NEEDED A PAIR OF RAISED SHOES TO HIS PRESENCE KNOWN BECAUSE HE WAS A MICROSCOPIC ORGANISM?! Clearing his throat, he said none of these thoughts and instead looked down at his red converse and muttered something under his breath. And he was going to let Tori's handshake count for his instead of him repeating the gesture. Needing something to keep his hands preoccupied, he pulled some alcohol wipes from his pocket, tore off the top, and cleaned both of his hands, and then banished the rubbish. Woah. Hold on there. She had a what? He hadn't authorized this. Stare. "Let's get you acquainted with your work space first, shall we," he offered Mr Kinsley while raising an eyebrow at the redhead. "We can discuss possible assignments after." |
Oooh, good little intern had a very nice handshake! Tori beamed at him and tilted her head toward her desk. "It's not far away. You won't miss me. Besides, I'm sure Skeetskeet will show you around?" She stepped aside and gave the boss a small salute. "I'll be on task, boss, donnnnnnn't worry." Wink. "Oh, and there are cupcakes in the breakroom!" Tori sashayed off to her desk without more ado. |
Sorry we're late. <3 Theodore noticed a bit of tension between the two adults in front of him, but if he had to choose a side then Theo knew which it'd be. Obviously. After smiling and nodding to the redheaded lady, who's name he had apparently forgotten already, the man's wipes caught his attention and he subtly smiled approvingly at him. Maybe he WOULD like this guy after all, especially if he was willing to share. "Well..." The first assignment seemed to be off the agenda now, "Whatever you want me to do first..." Theo put his thumbs UP for some bizarre reason, "I'm up for it." Yeaaaaaah, he put those hands away immediately. But YAY for enthusiasm, or whatever. |
it's okay <3 let's all moooooooooooooozey on inside :3 Between the thumbs up, the wink, and his sudden need to do the potty dance...Basil was beginning to twitch at the fingers. "Right, well, why don't you take Mr. Kinsley and show him the main work area," he instructed while doing a bit of a sideways shuffle. "I'll be with you both in just a few minutes." |
Just getting back from his extended trip Jorge didn't even bother to go home. He knew he needed to be in the office whether he wanted to be or not. After the judgmental reaction of his supposed boss he was not having a good feeling towards the place. Between the new stem of articles, his bosses seemed fear of the very group he was trying to prove to be a joke, and the reaction that happened wen he had handed him or well Tori could hand him a golden story was just ridiculous. He knew he was good at what he did. He went to extremes to get the best stories and stir where feelings and thoughts needed to be stirred. He had ideas and ways he'd like to see this paper go, but he wasn't sure it would with the way things had went a few months ago, but there was potential to make a name here and push forward so he was back. Basil should feel lucky he came back. As he pushed through the entrance he noticed people there. Ugh why were people standing around the entrance. Seeing Tori he put his signature grin on, "There's the golden girl of news did you miss me? " Had she wrote the story yet? He was very interested in reading it. Though maybe it had been published by now or Basil too afraid to because Emily might come after him. His eyes moved to Basil the very person he was going to avoid on his first day back. He just wanted to start on a story he had been wanting to finish. Now that it was summer he could catch up with some people for information about the hiring at that school. "Basil" He nodded at his boss before his eyes moved to someone he didn't know. Younger, oh that's right. Interns. Was he the only one this year? Shame this one would be busy with all the tasks instead of sharing them. "Hello, Jorge Cristo De La Garza and you are?" he extended his hand being polite. |
Finally, he was going to be showed around. Theo nodded, and placed his hands behind his back as he waited to follow, but then someone ELSE was introducing themselves to him. Sheesh, the main reason Theodore applied for this internship was because he thought working at the Daily Prophet would be a quiet job. Behind a desk all day, and stuff. That was right up Theo's street. Still, he would be polite, of course. "That's a mouthful." He said automatically. ... Laugh it off. Hahaha, "Hello, nice to meet you." Theo sighed a little at the next hand that he was obliged to shake. "I'm Theodore Kinsley." Aaaaaaand he shook it, oh-so bravely. |
Sent from Mr.Bryce to find Mr.Skeeeeeter. :3 All the way from Ollivander's to the Daily, Mike was wondering what was in this paper bag. Hmm... It was obviously important judging how Bryce emphasized that only Mr.Skeeter was to open it. That was enough to spark anyone's curiosity. Or maybe it was a test? To see if Mike would fall prey to his curiosity and open it. Could be. Though he didn't know why he would be tested, was it because there were secrets in Ollivander's that were only revealed to those who passed the test? Meaning the other interns were going to be tested as well. He arrived at the Entrance and he was still thinking about it which was good meaning he did NOT open the bag. And he wasn't, he was a strong-willed person, yes he was. If only he could do magic then he'd somehow manage to just get a peak. Darn. Now to find Mr.Skeeter. Upon entering, the fifteen-year old boy approached the desk and rested his elbows on its smooth surface. Wow, it was shiny. "Excuse me," That's what people said to a reception, right? "Where can I find Mr.Skeeter?" Yeah, he had business with him. Ahem. He was going to give the paper bag to this Skeeter man and no one else! His future depended on it. |
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"We are not accepting any more interns this summer," he said while trying to give a dismissive hand wave as he walked past the boy and headed towards the main work room. "You'll have to apply again next summer." |
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"Err...No, I am not an intern, " Um, yes, he was. "Actually I am but not here," That didn't sound confusing, did it? "I was sent here to deliver something to Mr.Skeeter." If they'd only tell him where he could find the man. "Any chance you might know where I can find him?" |
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Squinting for a moment, Basil took the opportunity to spray his hands and rub them together while he scrutinized the younger, and taller, boy. "Oh, well then. This is good news." Because he was not expecting someone else so there would be no need to crush someone's hopeful opportunities today. "That would be me." Pause. Stare. "I thought that owls were in charge of delivering things." |
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And this was the Skeeter! Oh, why didn't he say that earlier. "Oh, you ?" That's what he said and he didn't look like the joking type. "I'm Mike Somerlad, interning at Ollivander's," Introducing himself would give it more credibility. Might seem as a prank if a stranger delivered something then poofed. Was he calling him an owl? The fifteen-year old didn't comment on that, instead he held up the paper bag, well, not so up. "This is from Mr.McLaughlin to be given to you specifically," And he had NO idea what was inside but he wished to know. So it'd be great if mister Skeeter opened it right now, yes, thank you. |
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That was a rhetorical question, yeah? Basil was going to assume as much and nearly refrained from commenting. "Unless you are referring to my twin over here. Vanishing sickness. Runs in the family." Deadpan. Mike Somerlad. Hmmm. Your name has now been cataloged and ID'd in the Editor-in-Chief's brain. Never to be forgotten. Ever. EVER. He eyed the bag suspiciously, thinking it rather tacky of the wandmaker to send in himthing in a PAPER bag. Weren't the blokes over there with their fancy wands and sparklers more...extravagant? He was disappointed. Could he BE anymore disappointed? Well, yes. He probably could, but that was beside the point. Maybe the REAL thing to unwrap was inside? The paper bag was just...for transportation purposes? Still could have at least put a bow on it. Giving the young man another prolonged suspicious look, he slowly peeked into the bag and squinted some more. "What in Merlin's soggy whipped cream stuffed socks is this?" |
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Heh? Was the man trying to joke? Mike liked him much more when he was serious. He could stick to that and no need to be humorous. Like at all. Trying to decipher Mr.Skeeter's facial expression, the fifteen-year old boy only managed to nod slightly and the corner of his mouth lifted a bit. In case he was supposed to laugh, that should do it. Then the paper bag was being eyed and examined, Mike felt anxious for all kind of things even though it had nothing to do with him, right?! He was the delivery boy here. He half-wished Bryce had sent Tucker or Enz instead of him. Or maybe he was exaggerating, it was totally fine and nothing could go wrong. Yeah, about that. Was the question directed towards him? Or was it just rhetorical and a way to show his surprise. After like a minute of dead silence, Mike said. "I have no idea of the bag's contents." And he might have taken a little step towards the exit. He was done here, no? Though he still was curious to know what was in the bag. Any chance Skeeter could spill it? |
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"How cryptic," he muttered as fully opened the bag now and... EXPLOSION OF BRIGHT PAINT AND CONFETTI EVERYWHERE! There was not a single spot, save for the two spots on the ground that was not covered in color, including their bodies, and Basil just stood there in place. Complete and utter SHOCK. And rage. Lots and lots of RAGE. |
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..... ........ "Oh," Was what he managed to utter in that awkward situation. How was he supposed to go out on the street like that ? Sliding his hand into his pocket, he retrieved a handkerchief and held it up for the man questioningly. That hardly would do anything but the thought and effort should count, right? |
I'm...gonna stop quoting XD <33 In.........and out. In.......and out.... IN...................AND OUT.................. Basil had to remind himself to breathe or else risk his face turning purple from the lack of oxygen. Not that one would be able to tell because HE WAS COVERED IN PAINT AND CONFETTI. His grip tightened around the paper bag and an ominous crinkle echoed throughout the room. IN..................AND OUT............ The next moment his calm and collected exterior SHATTERED and he tore the bag up into tiny pits like a dragon tearing apart it's dinner while letting out a loud and high pitched noise that resembled something like NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER. Panting from rage, his snapped his head around towards the delivery boy and GLARED. "You are lucky you are just the owl, boy," he snarled. |
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He tried to maintain a straight face despite the strong urges to both laugh and run. Then the bag was being tearing into tiny bits. Mike was glad that wasn't him. Would Bryce have been able to live with the guilt. But it was good that Skeeter got it out of his system. Ahem, that should make him feel better, right? He was never happier to be called an owl in his entire life and he was sure he was never going to be again. Yup, an owl, that's him. He could even hoot to confirm it. "I..." Nah, he had nothing to say. "Do you want anything from me, sir?" Like clean him up before he went out on the street? Was there any chance of that happening? |
Ooooooooooh there were a lot of things he wanted right now. None of which the young man could give him, however. So instead of saying anything in the form of words, Basil's fists clenched and he squeezed some of the still wet paint out of his hands and drip drip drip on to the floor. But, the man was a Hufflepuff deep down - despite his outward appearance and overall persona at the moment - so he could hardly blame the intern for all this. He COULD, however, blame the man that had made him run this stupid errand. "Yes. You are going to take me to Ollivanders," he growled as he took a few sticky steps forward. The only good thing to come out of this was that he was no longer annoyed at being shorter than the boy. Being covered in paint would do that to a person. "Right NOW." He was sure that his own employees had heard the noise - OBVIOUSLY NOT CARING ABOUT SOMEONE SO SMALL AS HIM TO COME AND SEE WHAT WAS GOING ON THOUGH - but he should at least inform them of his, er, impromptu business trip. "Just as soon as I inform my employees," he continued as he turned around on the spot and went into the offices. |
He hoped to hear the answer NO to be honest. But he also hoped to not have been the person who delivered the prank to Skeeter. He could hope all he wanted apparently but none of his hopes were to come true. But then again, this might not be as bad as it looked. How many people could say that they walked side to side with Mr.Skeeter while covered in paint in the streets of Diagon Alley. People didn't need to know all the story, Mike would rephrase the story to make it look like he and the Editor in chief of the Daily Prophet were buddies! "Okay....Sir," It wasn't easy to take the man seriously now that they both looked like a walking rainbow. But he had to. While Skeeter went to inform his employees, the fifteen-year old boy stood closer to the exit readying himself to whatever was coming next. |
Reappearing, Basil simply walked past the Ollivanders' intern and made his way towards the doors to the Daily Prophet. "Come on, let's get this over with," he grumbled as he held open the door for the young man. "Lead the way." Stupid wandmakers thinking they were just SO clever and HILARIOUS with their tricks and fancy enchantments. |
Trick or Treat Fun! After leaving the office to go change into his pirate costume and ten taking a little stroll to the Fountain with Mariel until she had found her nephew as well as her friend, Jorge made his way back to the Daily Prophet. He walked into the reception area looking around. They as a team had decorated earlier and it looked good. Pulling out the bowls of candy he assumed children would be flooding the place soon enough. Always wanting the story he was glad he was just staying back to pass out candy. He enjoyed children especially when he could send them back to their Slipping the Toilet paper under the counter he couldn't help but smirk. Where was Tori. He hoped she'd get there before Basil so they could plan their extra special treat for their boss. |
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For their boss' surprise, of course! Mwahahaha. |
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