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one perky redhead, coming right up! ;D Being that it was a Thursday, Tori was naturally, very, VERY hard at work at her desk But then she heard a somewhat-familiar sounding voice and ooh la la, the perky redhead decided she could spare a moment from her busy, BUSY day. She stood and stretched, taking her time strutting to the door. Aha, there was the handsome owner of that familiar voice. He was dead handsome, still, wasn't he? Shame he wasn't interested in ladies like herself. Hmm hmm. Maybe he had changed his mind, since.... he was asking for her? Yes, yes he was. "Well well, if it isn't your lucky day," the perky redhead peeked around the much shorter editor-in-chief to wink at THAT prosecutor. "Helllllllllllllllllllo." :eyebrows: |
Text Cut: Vic-Vic There really wasn't a reason to wait in the mostly empty reception, yet the tall wizard with a mop of curly, dark hair sitting atop his head had chosen to sit and grab at the first bit of reading material within reach. No follow up thus far on the De Talone case. Interesting. Fascinating. If he could but spend an hour or so in her mind space. The things she must know. The experiences she must've had. The things she must've seen in her lifetime and all cataract free judging by her modus operandi. These and other such thoughts were not interrupted by the approach of a ruggedly handsome wizard (Vic) as scents and sounds tended to announce people if one were alert enough to pick up on them. One, two, three...Zohar mentally counted the amount of foot steps it took the man to reach him and logged that information for later before looking up with a sociable smile. "How perky?" He asked as if he thought the man were seeking out a girlfriend, perhaps. He began to fold up the section of the newspaper he'd picked up so that it was exactly as he'd found it. Text Cut: Skeet! Zohar turned his attention toward the new voice that had entered the picture. A wizard in red converse introduced himself as Basil Skeeter. Or Reteeks Lisab if you're into doing things backwards. The...ahem...former conwiz and security specialist stood and introduced himself. "Zohar Smith, Mr. Skeeter." Which was, funnily enough, a name that had appeared about a decade ago as being connected with a wizard accused of infiltrating a Gringotts bank location. That Zohar Smith, however was later exonerated and probably standing in this very room with everyone. "It's a pleasure to meet you. I was wondering, sir, if you are accepting opinion pieces from the community?" Text Cut: Tori Oh. Thaaaaat perky. Zohar stifled a chuckle and froze in his position of expectation from Mr. Skeeter when the smokin' hot witch entered the room. This, indeed must have been the one and same redhead the man who'd approached him must've been talking about. He supposed he could see why he would've been seeking her again. She was cute with an über-feminine look and red hair (if one liked that sort of thing). |
All o' you cool people Vic's eyebrows slightly raised on his forehead at the man's question. "How many--" He started before another Almost as interesting as his original business that appeared a second later with that smile and flirtatious wink. Right. The girl could practically pass as his daughter. Did he even need her now that he found the big cheese of this place? He forced out a chuckle at her, "Oh look, there she is." Vic thought the man (Smith) would want to know. "Hey, very lucky indeed." TOO lucky, was she eavesdropping by any chance? Hmm? This was why journalists were on the black list of his boss. "I am here to ask about this... uhh corner... featured in your paper. I have some concerns. The uhh--" Vic took out the issue that was tucked in the inside pocket of his blazer, "--Bachelor of the Month." he said seriously, looking from the Editer-In-Chief to Bunbury. |
all you allz :3 More newspaper stuffed into his converse was needed. Too late now. Drat. A knowing smile graced Basil's face as he reached forward to offer his hand towards the man. "Ah, Mr. Smith," he nodded...pushing up just a tiny bit on his tip toes to give himself a bit more elevation. "Pleasure." And there was Victoria. He cleared his throat and threw both visitors a slightly apologetic look. Professional, Victoria. Keep it professional. Work place, not the mall or whatever girls her age went to flirt. "Of course. We are always accepting opinion pieces from the public," he nodded. Although the man didn't have to come all the way down here to deliver it in person. A simple owl would do. His attention then went to the other gentleman, who was also offered a hand for a shake. "Mr. Bones, yes, I do recall our previous meeting." Just barely though. He had been a little preoccupied by other things back then. Namely the smell of urine. "Victoria can field all questions regarding our Bachelor of the Month column." Basil may sign off on it and publish it, but he tried his best to stay far FAR away from it. Gave him serious anxiety. |
Tori gave polite smiles to the other guy, no idea who he was, but OBVIOUSLY focused all her attention on Bones. The prosecutor. The hunk.... with a funk about the bachelor of the month? Hehehehehe. She would have to thank Basil later for directing alllllllllll the questions the Bones man had straight to her. Yes. She smirked a little bit and Hehehe. She didn't wait for an answer but gently patted his arm and led the way back to her desk. Come come. Thiiiiiis waaaaay! |
hehehe He was a lot busier than he expected to be during the summer, giving him no time to pay his dearest friend a visit like he wanted to. But now that the summer rush was over and he had all the time in the world on his hands now, Bryce happily made his way down towards the Daily Prophet, hands in his jean pockets and whistling a merry tune. 'Course, he didn't forget to bring a gift. In paper bag form. Can't forget THAT. "OOOOOOooooooooooooh SKEEEEETEEEEER!" He yelled, standing right in the middle of the doorway, arms wide. "HONEY I'M HOOOOOOME!" Where was that short man he loved to bug so much? Was he in his office? Did the guy hear him? Should he yell louder? |
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No. No. No. NOPE. Basil very much felt like retreating into his office and locking the door. "What do you want?" he grumbled, eyeing the paper bag with disdain. NOTHING that came in a paper bag from the wandmaker was EVER good. |
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He was...actually a lot easier to find than Bryce thought he'd be. Especially in the short man's own territory. In fact, he wasn't even kicked out yet sooo...this was a liiittle bit shifty. "HEY! Theeeere's my buddy!" Walking over to the man, a bit of a bounce in his step, he slung his arm over Basil's shoulder and wiggled the guy slightly before staring off into the distance with a big goofy grin plastered to his face. "I'm inviting you out for lunch. My treat." |
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BODY ODOR ALL UP IN HIS FACE...HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP! "GEROFF!" he grunted while trying to wiggle free, his arms flailing in the air. "I don't need to go out. I have my meals delivered to my office." Where he could eat ALONE and in PEACE. |
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"My wife made it." Turkey. With bacon, of course. Pure yumminess. |
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Basil took a few large steps away from Bryce when movement towards the paper bag happened. Yeah, the LAST time one of those had been in this area had resulted in a mess and horrible clean up. Sandwiches. The bloke had brought sandwiches. He had planned it out that there was no way the Editor-in-Chief could escape or talk his way out of sharing a sandwich with the dude. Well, there was ONE way he could escape for sure, but Basil did not want to let that kneazle out of the bag. "What did you do to it?" |
She was here, yes. And she was very much looking forward to this. The place was a bit too stiff and... professional for her taste, but hey, she didn't work here so she didn't care. Mae approached the shiny desk where the overdressed employees were and leaned her elbows on it. "Helloooo," she said to whoever wanted to pay attention to her. She had THINGS to discuss. Things. |
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He could've done a lot actually but, "Nothing. Honest." His grin faded a bit, and he reluctantly pulled out the second sandwich from the bag. "You want this one instead?" Which was his, by the way. Turkey, ham, and cheese. Extra everything. Though the man may not even take that one either, which would've been a bummer. Now that he thought of it, he should probably voice his reasoning? "Paige came in and received her wand this summer." he said, not so subtly looking for a particular reaction. Although he was pretty sure after all the details were revealed during the sorting, these two were related. |
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He took the first bag out of courtesy only. It was still undecided as to whether or not he would actually eat it. "Paige?" he asked, his eyes widening, his voice lowering, and a faint smile appearing on his lips. "You...wanna eat that in my office?" |
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"Yes, you can," Mae said, leaning against the counter. "You're still doing that bachelor of the month thing, yeah?" She tapped her fingers on the counter as a slightly wicked smile graced her face. "I've got a nomination to make." And it was a good one. |
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Plus he was being invited into the man's office for lunch, soooo... "Um, yea, sure. Okay." This WAS the reason that he was here after all; lunch and maybe some conversation and stuff. Something he had to remind himself, 'cause how many times did these plans really go according to plan? Not often, he could tell anyone that. |
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"We do," he said. Merlin why had he ever allowed Cameron to start that up? They were a news source. Not a dating service. "Do you have a picture and formed filled out for this individual?" Quote:
"Follow me then," he said. Optimally, the break room was a bit more spacious AND has his plastic tumbler cup with his kale juice in the fridge AND where he enjoyed eating lunch on Mondays and Thursdays for a change of scenery...but he didn't want his personal business to be overheard and his office already had the appropriate spells in place to prevent eavesdropping. So...office it was today. |
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"Wouldn't happen to have a spare, would ya?" Obviously he would. Or he better. Please and thank you. While she waited for a form, Mae dug through her purse and pulled out a wallet sized photo of her friend. "There he is. Valeray Tarantino." Cute, wasn't he? |
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"Right then," he said, nodding towards the counter top for her to place it there. He wasn't about to just take it from her like that. Who KNEW what was in that purse and what all the man's face had rubbed up against in there! "You can use the quill here on the counter to fill this out," he said, using his wand to guide a piece of parchment towards here. "Name, age, likes, dislikes, whatever you think will help make your....friend look appealing." |
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A few minutes later, she tapped her quill on the counter and slid the completed parchment across the shiny counter towards the short newspaper man. "Here you go. Oh, and be sure not to leave this part out," she said, pointing to one specific sentence. Ladies need not apply. Yes, that was important. If Val had to go on a date with a girl, he would kill her. Heh. "Thank youuu!" she said cheerfully before quickly prancing out of the office. Now she had to go tell Deacon what she had done. Hehe. |
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"Which pa ----- oh. OH. Yes. Of course," he nodded. "I'll pass all this on to the journalist in charge of the column." Basil waited until the woman had left before he stopped sucking in his gut and sent a paper memo off to the work area for Cameron to come pick up the paperwork and photo. He had more pressing matters to attend to. |
Ro! Well, it wasn't every day that the Daily Prophet, Victoria Bunbury specifically, asked the WWN for some extra deets about music events. Like, didn't they cover those things as well? Maybe because the WWN just knew way more than those Daily Propheters. Yeah. Probably that. BUT, Paulie Foster was more than willing to help. Anything for an old flame, right? He ambled on over to the front desk to ask for Ms. Bunbury. Still rather strange though, that Louisa had to be the one to inform him about this meeting. Like SHEESH, was Tori so busy that she couldn't even drop him an owl? Rude. |
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Wait. Stop the press. Hold the phone. Paulie FREAKING Foster was here????????! "What do YOU want?" she blanched at the sight of him at first, then made some attempt to recover by looking him over from head to toe and snapping her file shut. She crossed her arms over it and hugged it to her chest, quickly slipping on a great, fake smile. Basil had said she needed to be more professional, so here her attempt went. "I mean, welcome to the Daily Prophet offices, Mr. Foster, how can I assist you today?" |
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Click clack click clack. Paulie watched as Tori Bunbury herself clacked her way into the lobby. Not that he spotted her face straight away, but the red hair covering that face. Undoubtedly Tori's. He couldn't help but grin when she came into view, and then when she spotted him.. 'What did HE want?' Well, his grin pulled some more, enough to separate his lips and expose those pearly whites. "Nice to see you, too." He slipped his hands into his pockets and meandered over some to get a better look. It was his turn to examine her head to toe. "Gosh, ya look like a proper professional." Like.... SLACKS. There were slacks. Paulie wasn't a fan of the word 'slacks.' It reminded him of being forced into Easter clothes and getting his hair parted and combed in a fussy fashion. "I'm assistin' you, as I recall." Louisa did affirm that this would be a good hour for Tori. |
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She pursed her lips while he looked her over. "I AM a proper professional, Paulie," the redhead sighed rather than snapped. He was incorrigible, incurable, irredemable, and hopeless. She shook her head at him and turned around without further ado. He was assisting her? Yeah, she would see about that. "Let's talk by my desk." The redhead sashayed off without another word. Click-clack-click-clack... follow along like a good little boy, Foster. |
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