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Writer and Editor Desks
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After having made sure the coffee pot was on in the conference room, Willow had headed back to the workareas after having met the rude gentleman and their head editor. That was quite an interesting meeting that was for sure. Grabbing a cup of coffee as she passed the coffee pot, she headed for the desk that she had chosen for herself. It was off to one side away from what she was sure would be the busy area of the large room. Pulling out her pad of notes she'd put together, she started sketching out a story that she'd heard recently hoping to get her thoughts together on how to piece together the article. She had a few other ideas for some articles and hoped their new editor would be interested in those ideas but wasn't going to bring them up with that man there. Pausing in her notes she sat back shaking her head trying to clear the thought of him. Either he was determined to irk her or he just didn't know how to interact with normal people. Reaching for her cup of coffee she at least didn't need to worry about him looking over the shoulder of an "intern" as he says she was. |
Sylvester left the Cowbag-In-Charge's office and went straight for his desk which, unfortunately, was amongst all the other desks of the other writers. Nothing like some privacy to get on with his work. The doe-eyed intern was also there. He could be 100% certain that the girl did not like him, and if she did, then she was an even bigger fool that Sylvester had once thought. "Could you pass me a cup?" he asked of her whilst shuffling parchments on his desk. Where had he put that blasted draft article that was due for the next deadline? This was the last thing he was needing right now. |
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Setting it on his desk, she went back to her own sitting down before the man had a chance to ask anything else. She wasn't too keen on his requests yet, not after the incident in the office! Pulling the interview towards her she went back to editing, making sure not to miss anything. With that bowling alley opening she needed to get it done and ready for print! |
"Thank you," he grumbled, not because he had to be nice to the intern (he did have SOME manners, after all), but because he was none to pleased with who had now been put in charge of his Prophet. He'd have to keep an eye out. He could sense already that that... woman wanted him gone, and he had to figure out a way to make sure that that didn't happen. And being nice to her was NOT an option. Finding the article he had been looking for, he perused his pre-typed words, marking edits he had to make before he handed it into the Layla to look over. He drained the last of his coffee as he inserted a fresh sheet of parchment into his typewriter. He could sense the next few months were going to be a headache. |
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Hearing Sebastian's thanks, she looked up surprised, not having expected even a word from him. The book revealing party had gone fantastically despite him appearing and claiming to be Layla's date for the night. A smile flickered before she went back to reading over the note. |
Charlie quickly made sure her bow was secure as she walked to her desk. She gave everyone around her a soft little smile before she took out her quill and began to write out ideas on gossip and those trivial things a gossip collumnist must write. A bout of wizard flu stunts the nations youth...she wrote, erased and decided a new tactic was needed. Taking her notepad she turned to everyone one the room and announced. "If any of you guys have some trivial gossip I would love to hear it...this, column is getting no where because people aren't telling us anything." Sure she was whining. She might as well write about the magical blunder of a girl being pummeled with bouncy balls while she was wandless. |
Chrriiis! ^_^ Heh! Mr Skeeter Shmeeter! With only an annoyed expression on her face, Renesmee entered the offices where the jammed printer was told to be in. She looked around amazed at some of the things she saw, all the desks, the papers everywhere and most intriguingly the windows. Those were really something special, they appeared to be like live broadcasts of different locations. Definitely something Nessie had never seen before. She was tempted to even touch one, but it was then the printer caught her eye's attention. It looked honestly fine to Ness, besides for the fact that nobody seemed to be using it. She walked over closer to it and gave it a small examination. What exactly was she even supposed to be searching for? That she wasn't sure and even if this thing was damaged wouldn't a simple fixing spell repair it? "Looks fine to me." She turned to see if August had followed her into the room. The red head pouted and decided to attempt clicking on one of the buttons. SPLAAATTT! Out of somewhere from the printer a splat of ink shot out right into Nessie's face. She blinked a few times and then jsut frowned turning back to August. "Yep, perfectly fine." This time she was sarcastic. |
There had been an awful splatting sound when Charlie wasn't looking and as she turned around she watched a poor girl get covered in ink. Ooh that did not look like a fun day, though her sarcastic tone did make her laugh a bit. "Would you like some help?" She asked with a kind smile - the formerly redhaired woman asked. "I think sometimes if you wriggle the back of it and pull it open it might help?" She offered with a shrug as she walked closer to the ink spitting llama of a machine. She in no way shape or form wanted to be spat at. |
Anyone Lexi plopped down at her desk with the latest copy of the Daily News, a smile on her face. It was nice to see her name in print again. SUPER NICE. Not to mention she was pretty darned proud of that column for it's lovely advice. HEHE. Folding the paper neatly she began to rummage through her inbox on the corner of her desk. Perhaps she could find something else to do while waiting on more advice seekers to write in. |
As Ves stepped into the room, she was met with the sight of several desks...Desks with PLAQUES. One even had HER name on it. Vesper was excited, okay?...And she absentmindedly wondered if she could keep that plaque after she was done with interning...It looked so official. Maybe if music didn't work out...she'd get an opportunity to work at the Daily Prophet someday... Vesper itched for her personal notebook to jot something down...Why hadn't she brought it along again? It was awkward not having it. Taking a seat, she set the Prophet!journal on the desktop and started quietly perusing the drawers. It was like a mini!treasure hunt. What kind of things would she find? Old letters written in secret? Half-written articles that had never made it to press?......Chocolate frogs that had been forgotten?...She wouldn't tell Blue she was still eating them. The way it had upset her friend the last time was troubling. Hmmm. |
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Quill..... Droobles wrapper..... Scraps of parchment..... An old-looking picture with Ian Hoshino written on the back and little love hearts drawn around it..... Ah! He pulled out an official looking schedule, with a whole lot of Quidditch matches, scrimmages, practices, training sessions, press junkets and the like listed on it. Everything on there was Quidditch related and West immediately folded it into the notebook he'd been given. That was useful. ... now what? When did they get the camera stuff? |
SPOILER!!: Odessa! Having started her search from the bottom...and working her way up, Vesper still hadn't found anything that interesting. Just some spare bits of parchment, empty ink wells...and a few broken quills. Maybe she'd been given the boring desk? She tried to look around and subtly spy what the others had found...assuming they'd raided their desks... West...........and he'd SEEN HER. "Hush, will you?" Embarrassed that he'd commented on her dress...Ves quickly diverted her attention back to her own desk, hiding her face with her hair. THE DRESS HAD BEEN A BAD IDEA. She tugged at its hem some more...even though she was sitting down... So, more desk-searching for her...She wasn't trying to meet anyone's eye, either. Best to just...mind her own business for now. Not observe and write notes on her fellow interns...because anyone that knew her, knew that was totally going to happen a bit later. Casually opening one of the upper drawers, Vesper found something kinda cool. Sealing wax sticks...She'd never worked with them personally...but had always wanted to try them out. Ooooh, and there was a neat flower stamp for them. Covertly looking around again to see if anyone had noted her discovery, Ves carefully stuff the kit back into the drawer...for later inspection, of course... The topmost drawer held a rather funny looking quill...and she removed it, holding it up in front of her face...There was something different about it... |
"I like your dress, too. Aren't your legs cold, though? S'short." Ignoring the fact that it was probably a million degrees outside and the fact that her skirt was the same length, Alice shot a wink at Vesper as she began searching for her own desk. Was this it? Close enough to her French friend, and also the boyfriend. When she sank into the chair, though, she made sure her legs were completely unseen. That'd take care of the staring, yeah? Desks. Such good covers. What was West doing? She watched him, noting the schedule he pulled out and beginning to look around for one in her desk, too. Alice did get one as well, right? The fifteen year old tugged out a couple of drawers- a Quick Quotes Quill in the top one, too, was that HERS?- before noticing one on the corner of her table and giving it a look over. Practice sessions.. there were the Arrows ones! Mo and Dylan and ex-Professor James would be at those, wouldn't they? She could go see them. On the job. Best work ever, okay? And with her boyfriend, too. So where was that special Quidditch action shot lens, culinary herb guy? |
*twiddles thumbs* Lingering in the hallway for just a bit longer, Basil shut the door behind him and walked towards one of the large supply cabinets in the back of the room and grabbed one of the camera kits and walked back to the desks that the kids (young adults?) had been assigned to for the summer. After setting it down on a desk, he gave the bag a quick tap with his wand and muttered some numbers under his breath and then unzipped it. "Each kit has been charmed with several different Anti-Theft enchantments," he said as he got down to business. Just in case any of them had any bright ideas. "But you will find everything a photographer could need in here. That lens," he said pointing to one of the larger ones. "That one is best for action shots. Now, for those of you wanting to try your hand at photojournalism, there are a few tasks for you." And yes, there were more than just the one kit available to them. "We need photo coverage of the summer festival being held in Diagon Alley this summer, along with stock photos of the area." Simple enough, yes? "I encourage you to first practice taking photos of each other in here before you go out into the field." He could use new headshots of all of them anyway for the current employees board. Two fwoopers with one stone. |
Nerida smiled looking over at the girl's dress that Alice and West were complementing, yeah it was cute!! As she saw others going to look at their desks, where was her desk? It was cool having your own desk??!!! Finding the one with her desk and the cute little plaque!! She loved it! Sitting down she looked around hopefully Tay would have a desk near hers. It would be nice having a friend to sit next too! Anti-Theft enchantments! That was always good especially when there could be little thieves everywhere... >_< Action shots...Oh yeah quidditch shots...Eh she didn't really care about the whole quidditch stuff, the games were cool but that wasn't the reason she was here. "So is doing photojournalism easier if you are doing action shots?" |
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"You interested in going out and taking some photographs of the festival? We could use some for an article we will be running at the end of the summer." |
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"Yeah!..I mean yes." Sounds like fun! |
Jorge made his way to his desk expecting the intern to follow. Why would the boy want to be with Basil any longer than he needed and Tori probably wanted to do something girly. Plus Jorge had things he wanted to talk to this one about. Things that could help with a story. "This is where our desks our and where we do our work." Or where most of them did he wasn't sure on some of the writers. "My desk is right here and I enjoy my coffee with a little cream." His smirk showing he was joking |
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UHH... He liked coffee and cream... well... GOOD FOR YOU, DUDE. Theodore was no coffee boy... unless they asked him to, which he REALLY hoped they wouldn't. Before he could think of how to reply THAT, he was being quizzed about intern stuff. Good. "Umm..." Future journalist? Jeez, let's not jump to conclusions. "I just wanted to try it out, see if I'd be any good, I've never really done anything like it before. I mean I just don't really know what to do after school..." SIGH, this conversation was lovely and all but Theo really just wanted to get stuck in and do something. "Yeah! I'm about to go into my seventh year." Soooooo thinking about careers now was pretty smart. |
SPOILER!!: Theo Jorge watched the kid for a bit. Did he have to think about the answer? Though Jorge could understand that and he nodded, "Well it's good to try new things. Figure out what you really want to do. I remember being like that." He had been fully into wanting to be an auror, but that changed and writing shined as his passion. Leaning back in his chair he though maybe this kid would be worth his time. As egotistical as he was he was pretty good with kids and younger adults. "Seventh year, now that's exciting." This was exciting, this boy.. What was his name again? Could get him some of the info he needed. "Alright, so you want to be a journalist. I know Tori probably has something up her sleeve for you, but I have something else if you'd like to help." Moving his papers around he pulled out his notes. "Now I don't know if you have ever seen any of my stories or read the prophet, but my style of writing isn't liked by all." His signature smirk playing on his face. He enjoyed that it annoyed some. "I like to do more need to know articles on things that are covered up. The piece I've been working on getting information for lately is your school. The staff more specifically." Eyeing the boy he tried to see if he was reacting the way Jorge wanted him to. "The piece is about why people aren't being help more responsible for things, how the headmistress hires her staff, and are the staff fair and the most effective teachers." Now for what he needed from the boy. "What I'd like you to do since you probably have many friends is help e get information about this. Ask your friends what their thoughts are about the staff, things that have happened, if they felt justice had come. Get me quotes and maybe I'll even help you write it, give you co writing credit." That would motivate the boy, right? He should feel privileged that Jorge would even think to do that. |
"That's MY intern, Jorge." -You Know Who Well Tori had been ABOUT to go into the work area... but she had really felt it necessary to breeze into the break room first. Especially since she thought she heard the familiar voice of one "Welcome back, Jorge," the redhead popped up in the work area just behind Jorge's desk. She bore one cupcake in each hand, one for each of the boys of course. A Bunbury always knew that the way to a man's heart was through his stomach.... and elf-made cooking was the best way to do that. She carefully set the cupcakes on the desk and summoned her squishy pink desk chair over to her, along with the documents sitting right atop it. She picked up the papers, plopped down in their little conference, and listened for all of two minutes before commenting on what Jorge had said. "Now now, Mr. De La Garza," she nudged him with a friendly wink, "let's not bore the poor intern to death right away, huh? Let's give him --- and you, come to think of it --- a fun task." Tori flipped around a copy of her last fashion article. "I think Basil would agree that it's time for another of these, don't you think? And who better to try on our back-to-school fashions than a REAL, LIVE Hogwarts student? Last time I really wrote about female fashion but THIS TIME I want to target youuuuuur audience." She batted her eyelashes at the two males. "Pretty please? There's more cupcakes where those two came from." She gestured toward them innocently. |
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Huuuuh... the man was talking lots of words. Theo scratched the back of his head and had to squint his eyes to focus on exactly what he was saying. He automatically shook his head when he mentioned about reading his articles before, which he soon regretted because that just made him look like an even worse intern. Didn't even read the paper he was working at. Pssh. Theodore didn't say anything, but listened to the idea the man had for an article. He wanted the gossip on the professors, oooh... "So you wanna know about all the bad stuff that happens at school?" Theo stroked his not-so-imaginary beard and thought back to when he, himself, was attacked and almost killed by dementors. You know, he didn't even get compensation for that. As much as the topic interested him, he wasn't especially excited about asking his friends about this sort of thing, but hold the phone - co writing credit? Well, then this is your lucky day, Mr. Jorge. "Really? I can help write it?" His face lit up like a kid in a sweet shop. "Sure! I'll, err, try my best to get what you need." To be honest, after last terms old age fiasco, he was sure his pals would have PLENTY to say about the staff at Hogwarts. :evil: Quote:
Theo grinned widely at her as she joined them, although she didn't seem as excited about the other man's first assignment for him. So much so, that she was offering up her own ideas. He had to work on TWO things at the same time?! It was a daunting thing but Theo kept thinking about if he did a good enough job, maybe they'd offer him an actual job when he was finished. This place was kinda interesting, and they had cupcakes! Theo reached out to grab one but wait... whut... ... ..... Fashion. Theo didn't know about FASHION. He took a moment to process what the lady was asking of him, and then something clicked. "Wait... you want me to... model for you?" Did he hear her right? 'Cause you know, modelling was something that Theo could totally do. He was hawt. Kinda, a little, just maybe... YEAH, BABY, HE WAS HOT STUFF. |
Brown eyes glancing up his playful smirk played across his lips as Tori found herself a seat at his desk. “Bet it was boring around here without me.” That wasn’t a joke at all he knew the place had to be boring without him around. “Cupcakes what are you trying to butter me up for? You know I don’t work for just food.” chuckling as he picked up the cupcake. It did look good and he wasn’t going to say no. Though a curious look went her way as she nudged him and started talking. Bore him? “Now come on Tori, have I ever bored anyone? Plus this is something he has lived so he knows things. With all these fashion and bachelor things you ladies have been printing you have to give some controversy or this place Midas well be the Quibbler.” She didn’t really want that now did she? He glanced back at the boy as he tried to process what Jorge had said. “Well I kind of know what has gone on through the years, but what I want to know is what happened afterwards. Was anything done about them. Is the Headmistress covering things up for her friends? Has any of your friends had bad run ins with Professors that seemed beyond a normal professional encounters?” He needed some thoughts and possible evidence on how these people were hired and the student’s comments on how professors got away with things could back up his theories. Glancing back at Tori knowing she’d go at him about her cousin, aunt, grandmother, whatever the headmistress was to her, but he didn’t care she knew how he worked. His smirk never leaving he tried not to roll his eyes at her assignment. “Wow I leave and the entire place turns into female run hasn’t it?” Not that he wasn’t surprised Basil would let women influence the articles and handing out jobs, but fashion model wasn’t in his job description, even if he would be the best looking one. He leaned back in his chair and shuffled his parchments. Looking at Theo, “Well my offer is there so you have it, but it looks like you may need to put on your best smile for Miss Bunbury for her fashion piece. Though it might benefit you with the ladies.” Showing up in the paper modeling he’d be a celebrity going back to his seventh year. |
for all you people *makes an appearance* Leaning up against his desk perched one Kenrick Muldoon. He was looking out of the charmed window nearest his workspace, peering about for anything interesting that might be going on. As it happened, there wasn't all that much, but he kept peering through, sipping a mug of the Merlin-awful coffee. He was also listening to what was going on behind him, with the interns that were being all but set upon by his co-workers. Eventually, Kenrick set his empty mug down on his desk and moseyed on over to where the in-office action was. It seemed that Jorge was already trying to recruit an in-school spy for the Prophet, and Kenrick looked on in amusement. Not very subtle of his coworker, but it seemed like that didn't actually matter. BUT what Kenrick was REALLY amused by was a certain Victoria Bunbury. She was always a funny one to watch and listen to. Mannerisms, y'know? At last, he couldn't help it. Kenrick wasn't really a man of many words, unless his job called for it, but some things just had to be said. "Flattery'll get you everywhere," was all Kenrick finally pointed out to those gathered in the room, an amused expression on his face. That was some valuable advice for the interns, too, in case they were wondering. |
"I don't know if boring is the right word so much as peaceful without you," Tori teased Jorge right back before turning her hazel eyes on the cute kid. "And yes, modeling is the name of the game. I think you'd both be great at it. NATURALS, even." She rolled her eyes a little bit as Jorge of course wanted to discuss his political/educational articles again, but didn't waste her breath defending her cousin. Why he couldn't remember her relation to the Headmistress was beyond her, but Tori wasn't too bothered by it. "You too, Kenny," she piped up when their ghost-writer-coworker dude popped out of hiding. She flipped her strawberry-scented hair in his direction. "The more models the better. And you all have different fashion tastes, no?" Or at least she was going to dress them all differently.... hehe. |
Theo soon felt a little awkward being surrounded by so many adults that knew each other and had a job to do. He didn't have a clue what he was doing, so he just stood in silence for a moment, fiddling with his fingers behind his back. Would he be allowed to do both assignments? He smiled encouragingly at Mr. Jorge. "I'll definitely see what I can rustle up... sir." Yes, he already had a few ideas about questions to ask. Oh, hello other person. He continued his silence and looked around the room for something to distract his attention. Ah, a lamp. Lovely. "I'd love to model!" Just not quite that enthusiastically, sheesh. Theodore cleared his throat and tried to deepen his voice a little to make him sound a bit more manly. "You don't need... like, any fashion advice, though, right? I mean I'm not so great in that area." Hence why he borrowed a lot of his clothes from his friends. |
“Peaceful? What kind of fun is that Senorita?” His Spanish accent coming through as his smirk played on his lips towards Tori. “I hope my ascents didn’t go without success. Did you get a good story?” He was hoping she had. It had been months plenty of time to get all things together. Though he wouldn’t be surprised if Basil squashed the story being so afraid of the little department head. Emily his mind played on her name for a bit. His eyes lifting to the next person to come over. “Hello Kenrick” He wasn’t close with many of his coworkers he had realized in the last few months away not that he really cared to be, but he probably should try to be a little more friendly to them. Starting with Tori of course. His eyes did go back to the boy as he seemed eager to help out. Good this was going to help make this story. “Excellent. We can talk more after Tori has her way with your fashion.” As for him he just looked at the redhead. “and what’s in it for me? You know I’m not going to be part of such a production without a benefit for myself involved.” So would she like to compromise and just let him decided what she had to do for him. Playing with his quill he raised a brow towards the woman. “You don’t need to know much about fashion. Just what women will find most eye catching, right Tori?” He may have been taking most of this fashion stuff as a joke, but he was serious about that part. He got many things just by looking good so why not enlighten the younger generation of this secret. |
Basil threw open the door to the work space and stomped in, still covered head to toe in rainbow paint and confetti BY THE WAY, and muttered a few incoherent things under his breath. "I need to step out for a bit," he grumbled. "Be careful not to slip on any of the wet paint in the lobby if you head that way. Your medical insurance won't cover that." And now he was going to leave before ANYONE could make any comments about his appearance. GOOD DAY. |
ya'll + Basil (FELIX COME BACK TO US, WE AREN'T DONE WITH YOUS YET) Tori heard The BOOM! from over here, but mostly just assumed it was Basil doing Basil things, probably something with that pineapple of his. She ignored it as she ignored most things and continued chatting it up with her co-workers. "You're right, peaceful is just code for 'boring.'" Tori gave Jorge a sideways grin. "I got a... something, do you want to see it?" It wasn't worthy of being a new story, apparently, but maybe it could be published as an opinions piece... or maybe it could be forwarded onto a different news source entirely. :shifty: The ginger was ever-so-glad the new boy was on board! "Excellent!" she chirped. "I have some things in the break room for you to try on right away. Both of you. YOU TOO, KENNY," she tilted her head back and hollered in his general direction. "I would have thought seeing your own pict----" Oooooooooooooooooooooh boy. Tori stopped in the middle of her sentence and just STAAAAAAARED at their boss as he stomped over and then stomped off. WOW. WOWWWWWW. She managed to keep quiet for as long as he was within earshot, and then burst into laughter the second he walked out the door of the building. "Did you SEE THAT," she exclaimed, tugging on Jorge's sleeve just a bit. "One of you should follow him and snap a photo for posterity. I MEAN REALLY. He was painted and confetti'd!" Like a walking birthday party at a paintball course! |
*flails* HEY I'M HERE HI HELLO Kenny. That was a nickname people never seemed to tire of. Kenrick squinted in Victoria's direction as she flipped her hair at him, but he didn't try to refuse the invitation to do this... modeling thing. For reasons. He'd just opened his mouth to give a verbal agreement, when... there was a very loud and obvious BOOM from just through the door. The writer was staring in the direction of the noise in confusion and some interest, when the door suddenly flew open and Basil made a very grand, very colourful entrance. Soooooooooooo... that solved that mystery. Kenrick had a hard time keeping a straight face as his boss stomped through the room, but managed to press his lips tightly together and avert his eyes until the walking rainbow had stropped his way back out again. He wasn't going to laugh. He wasn't. He wasn't intending to laugh. And he didn't, but when Victoria burst out laughing, Kenrick couldn't help but give the smallest of chuckles. He quickly reined that micro-laughter in, but his amused expression was harder to try an hide. And what did it matter? Basil couldn't see him. Clearing his throat to sort of cover up the fact that he'd laughed, Kenrick moseyed on over to the majority of the group, nodding to whoever looked at him in greeting. "It's a shame Basil doesn't seem up for modeling," he finally said, still looking in the direction of the door. "I think he looks rather dashing." |
anyone.. It had been a week since Jorge had been in the office. His little vacation had been wonderful and it was hard to get back into the swing of things, but here he was. When he left last week he had no clue that the night before the trip things would have been decided that would make some changes in his life. He played with the small ring on his left finger, still not fully use to it. Going through the small amount of letters piled on his desk he came across one that seemed interesting. Opening it he read through, this was very interesting. Quote:
Hmm this was interesting. He sat down and grabbed parchment to make notes. This article had been taking a bit more time then he'd liked, but he felt it was getting closer. Sitting staring off a bit his mind went between his trip, the wedding, and his article. |
Double posts for intern stuff and because no one loved me in the first one! :P Just as they were to leave the reception area he saw him. His "So anyway" He started as Basil had left. "Like I said I'll show you around. Not a big place, but works for us. The break room is a good place for coffee if you drink it. There is a place to store a lunch or something to drink as well." Making his way into the writer offices, "That was is Basil's office, there is an empty office over there, and here is where all the magic happens." He chuckled towards the girl. "You'll see names at every desk so you can't mess them up. I think yours is right over there." He pointed near Tori. "You like Quidditch?" Just a question if she said yes he's line up the interview, if not, he'd show her to the fashion queen so she could have her fun there. |
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Ooh! Now this was the part she was looking forward to! The writers offices. Sparking ideas into every young |
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The rest of the team is pretty nice as well. Ask them anything they'll be able to help. " That was enough of an introduction right, "Oh and make sure your hands are clean around Basil, he has this germ issue." There he warned the girl what she did with the information was her choice. He sat down at his desk that was very neat with just a few parchment notes, his dark wizard story started, but left for awhile, and two pictures, one of his two nieces and one of himself and his wife on their wedding day. Sitting down at his desk he motioned at the chair. "We are having a bit of a slow news summer so far from what I can see, but if you would like a change at your own story I could set you up with a Quidditch player, maybe one that is retiring for an interview or send you to an upcoming tryout of Hogwarts seventh years if you'd like a chance to write about the up and coming stars." Did any of those sound fitting for her? If not well he thought the copier still needed fixed maybe she could do that. |
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"I would love to! I mean, whatever would work best. I'd love to write about Quidditch!" she said excitedly. She'd always wanted to write something for someone. Er, something important, that is. She pushed her hair behind her head and waited for Jorge's response. |
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"Good, my wife is the department head for Games and Sports. So I can let her know you will be there." He pulled out some parchment that had the information on it. "It will be on Saturday July 29. Starts at 9:00 a.m. I think she told me they are dividing it up by positions or something." It wasn't that he didn't listen to his wife, he just wasn't that into quidditch. "It will be held at the Quidditch pitch down near the ministry. Are you familiar of the place?" He glanced up at her. "Be a good way to see some players right before they go pro. Meet some coaches and expand your resources." Always good to make connections where ever you went. |
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"So, uhh, my concerns aren't really big, we don't even have to sit down, I could just ask you right here in the--" They had just walked into a significantly less clean area of the DP. "Oh wow." He didn't expect it to be this messy in here considering the absolute cleanness of the reception area. "What was I saying?" He plucked his eyes away from the changing fake-windows and looked back at the young lady. |
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She watched him with a small, PROFESSIONAL smile as he looked around. Tori didn't waste time in bouncing to her seat and pulling out her ever-present pad of paper and pink quill. She waited politely for him to gather his words and let out a light laugh. "You were saying --- please, make yourself comfortable," she pointed to a chair which zoomed up to him from behind and nudged him right at the knees, insistently. "You were saying that you had a concern about the Bachelor of the Month column? Was there someone in there that you wanted to contact, or..." cue breathy gasp, "were you VOLUNTEERING yourself to be featured, Mr. Bones?!!!" SHE WOULD HAVE TO WRITE HIS COLUMN. Obviously. Dibs! Dibs! |
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"I am here to contact one of the bachelors, actually, yes. There was a mister... Rustin? If you would enlighten me of the methods you apply to the process of choosing a certain person to be featured in that column. How thorough is your research about their background?" He leaned all the way forward to her desk, giving her a serious and gentle look. "Hmm? How deep do you dig before you promote them on your paper?" HMM? |
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But, back to his concern. "Rustin Killick?" Yes, she remembered the name. The redhead swiveled her chair back to her desk for a moment, rooting around in a file folder she had there before she came up with the correct clipping, which she handed to him in case he needed a refresher. Merlin, had that article really been published over a year ago?! "Well to be honest, Mr. Bones, we only deal directly with sources who personally know the selected bachelor or bachelorette. You'll notice that your own boss, Ms. Browne, and Rustin's boss, Mr...." whatever it was, she tapped his name on the article with her long nails in lieu of saying it, "were the ones who nominated Rustin, and who volunteered information about him." She wasn't at all intimated by his leaaaaning forward; she quite liked it, in fact, and leaned in as well, her expression mirroring his. She even lowered her voice. "We do not run background checks on our nominees, as most people are entitled to a little privacy, wouldn't you agree? But you're welcome to contact him or to do an investigation of your own into his background before you meet with him." She knew he had the connections he'd need to investigate this bachelor, if he really needed to. She swiveled away again and wheeled back with a small slip of paper, that paper containing the important details on Rustin Killick. Did he want it? Hmm? Tori didn't hand it over just yet. She had another question of her own for dear darling handsome beautiful Bones. |
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Upon seeing the Killin' face of the Killick man, though, he squinted his eyes at the article. Yes, yes, that was the Oh leaning in was fun when he did it alone, now they were uncomfortable close. He leaned back in his chair and watched her get a piece of paper. "Well, I see." Shouldn't she give him that paper now? Was it the contact information? He extended his hand encouragingly. "Thank you for your help, Victoria-- may I call you that?-- the matter is now resolved." It was Emily who he needed to seek after this. If only she could give him the paper she had in her hand, though. Was there anything scandalous in there??? Is that why she was holding on to it? |
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Dang. The redhead's eyes narrowed slightly as her clever brain started working again. So he was in this for the sister... "What a kind brother you are," she clucked approvingly, with a tiny smile to boot. "You are being SO thorough in setting up your sibling..." Was this a purely selfless move though? Tori was curious. Not curious enough to lean away though. "Tori is better, actually," she held the paper just above his hand, but still clutched tightly in her own. "And speaking of my name, can't we be on a first name basis? You see, I have just nearly done a favor for you, and I wonder... if I were to need a favor FROM you in the near future.....I would feel so much more comfortable giving up this information if I knew I could count on you for it." By first name, darling. |
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"Uhh.." First name basis sounded nice. Though he didn't know what the angle was exactly of this friendship offer?? "Sure. Tori. You can call me Vic. We can be on first name basis." He clarified, those journalists had to be dealt cautiously and with accurate, clear words for them not to trick you into anything. But he was gentleman enough to be there for a young lady who needed a prosecutor's 'favor'. So he nodded confidently. "If you need my help in the near future, I will help you." A favor, though. HMM. "And if I can grant you the said favor, I will do it, too, as long as it doesn't conflict with my career or social morals." JUST SAYING. What if she asked him to spew some bad dirt about his beloved boss, hmm? Nope, that was still a no. Yes? His arm was still extended towards her. "Can I get the information now?" He didn't know this info paper was only handed in exchange for something, they didn't mention that in the paper, did they? Tricky tricky people. |
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"Sure, Vic, I understand. I wouldn't ever ask you to do anything immoral." There she went again, fluttering her oh so innocent eyelashes. And now for the paper he was so worried about.... she opened her fist and let it drop into his palm. "There you go!" Tori sing sang. "Anything else I can help you with today???" |
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Vic nodded and patted the side of Tori's head, "Yes, of course." He could show himself out, he lived in a maze of tunnels for crying out loud and never got lost, not only once! "Excuse me." With a farewell smile, he turned to leave the offices. |
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Where was it.. Where was that parchment. It had to be there. Jorge pushed and moved stuff off his desk. Seriously one would think if they worked from home more often their desk at work would be a little neater. Since Regina had come he'd been doing a lot of work from home days. It was convenient and he was still making all his deadlines and getting to all his meetings. Super dad as he'd like to call it, but right now he needed to find that parchment. The ministry stuff was getting repetitive lately and he new he'd be ready for the election to end. Something else to write about finally when it was over. Though his little encounter with one of the candidates had him searching everywhere for his notes from the first event. Finally finding it he sat down and read it over, yep just as he thought. He wondered how some people ever made it as far as they did. Rubbing his chin he thought things over and then tossed the parchment away. It really wasn't news worthy. Nothing that went on at the ministry seemed to be lately. |
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jorge & paulie "Hello, Jorge," Tori called out a greeting to her coworker as she led the way back to her desk. She settled down with a small sigh and picked up her trusty parchment and self-inking, self-writing quill, gesturing smoothly for Paulie to have a seat across from her. There were plenty of chairs here for her "Why are you really here, Paulie? Something on your mind? Something you wanted to ask Agony Auntie Tori about in person? Something bothering you --- or someONE? Let's just be honest with each other, shall we? I think we've known each other long enough to play fairly by now." Plus, he wasn't grinning or goofing off for once, so that clued her into the fact that she miiiiiight just have a scoop on her hands with this man-boy ex-boyfran. |
He had been lost in thought, thoughts about how his life had turned a 180 in the past few years and now he was sitting at a desk more instead of in Knockturn Alley being cursed for finding out things he shouldn't be. Some of that was a good thing, but if he was honest with himself he was growing rather bored of the nothing ever exciting happening ministry. He even resorted to quidditch articles, something he never thought he could see himself doing. Though he did find that he didn't mind them as much as he originally thought he would. Mariel got to him in that way, he knew it was her fault. His thoughts being distracted he looked up, "Tori" He gave a signature smirk, but then noticed she was with someone. Hmm possibly someone for her advice column or maybe she had taken over the bachelor of the month. He didn't know if he'd seen that up for awhile, which he felt was a good thing. He always found them rather odd. People putting their names in to find a date. He was glad to never have had that problem. "Hello" He glanced again at the guest, not wanting to be rude. Thought did he need to be? He watched the two before glancing back at his work. He'd keep an eye on them a bit, if Tori seemed uncomfortable he'd help get her out of the situation. |
As Tori settled herself into her throne, Paulie took a seat across from her. You know, a normal commoner kinda seat. He smoothed out his trousers and gave the top of each knee a clap. Here goes noth-- No. No no. Whoa whoa whoaaaaaa. Here go a LOT of questions directed at Paulie. The real reason? Well, the real reason was he'd been DUPED! By a sly one Louisa Carter WHOSE game was getting progressively better as she got older. Pulling a fast one on him. HMMPH. He lifted his hands and waved them swiftly in a 'stooooop' kind of motion. "Please refrain from callin' yourself AUNTIE Tori, Tori." He gave an exaggerated shudder. He didn't kiss his aunties like he had kissed HER way back when. Anyhow. "No, no. I'm fine. Hele- Louisa's behind this. Think she's probably off havin' a good laugh 'bout it right now, in fact." Sure was. Mmmmmhm. No doubt. 'Play fairly'? He quirked his eyebrows at that and was about to comment when he was suddenly receiving a greeting from some separate person. Random person. Was that a protective look over in Tori's direction? Paulie turned back to Victoria and hitched his thumb into the direction of le coworker. "Jorge here gotta crush on ya..?" The traces of a smirk etched into the corners of his mouth. |
"What's wrong with the title of 'AUNTIE Tori,' huh, Paulie? It's not like I have any children or nieces or nephews to be worried about making jealous." She gave him a look which nearly implied that maybe he DID have children running about, but that still wouldn't be her problem. What was wrong with the Agony Auntie title? It was a whole THING here. A Prophet tradition! She rolled her eyes at his theatrics. "You think Louisa told you to come in? I mean," the ginger laughed and corrected herself, "Louisa told you to come in for a story because I needed help? And you actually BELIEVED her?! Is she trying to set us up again?" She tilted her head back fully for a louder laugh now, one entirely at Paule's expense. HAAAAAAAAA bloody ha, Carter. She would get her back for that. Recovering, Tori tilted forward again and shook her head, her laugh-smile having subsided into a smirk. "No, darling, Jorge here is married and just very.... patriarchal." Big word for ya there, Foster. "The only person in these offices with a crush on me is probbbbbably YOU." Yeah, she said it! *hair flip!* |
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On top of looks, he also received eye-rolls. She was good at those dramatic ones. Also laughs. LOTS of laughs, actually. You know what else she was good at? Getting him off his game. He needed to start rolling with these punches and delivering some himSELF. Paulie folded his arms with a less than amused expression and waited for her to finish. "Hah hah. Gooooosh, Tori. Journalism's turned ya into suuuuuch a comedian. I'm dyin' here." NOT. "Louisa probably felt sorry for how dry your column was gettin', so she pushed me in your direction to spice things up a bit." Yeah, that's it. Plain and simple. He lifted his chin and smiled with his teeth. But the smile subsided slightly to make way for the inevitable scoff that came with her ridiculous presumption. A crush? On her? What was this, 2078? "Uh huh, as if." He even topped it off with an eye-roll that wasn't so unlike hers. |
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She shook her head slowly again, half-amused and half-annoyed. Yeah, she was funny. A lot funnier BY INTENT than he was by accident. She narrowed her eyes at his latest comment. "She has no time to pity someone successful like me," the redhead fired back with a soft 'pffffffffft,' sound of disagreement. "We're friends, Foster, don't forget that." Funny how much they had used to hate each other, right? Tori calmly raised an eyebrow at him. "Is that the sound of you agreeing with me?" Well, he hadn't said NO, he'd said 'uh huh.' See, she was getting a great idea here... and scooted her chair a bit closer to his so that their legs juuuuuuuust brushed. "Tell me why you're really here, Paulie, please---" pause to rap her hand on his knee and let it linger there just a bit longer than necessary, "---I INSIST!" |
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She could question his intelligence ALL she wanted; Paulie wasn't calling her that. "Ya knooow I like nicknames. But I'll pass on callin' ya Auntie Tori." Yes? Okay, yes. "And as your friend, she must've noticed your articles gettin' bland, so she sent me to your rescue." There was an amused smirk that found its way onto his lips. Yeah, yeah. THAT was it. Had nothing to do with pulling a joke on Paulie here. Sweet, innocent Paulie. Maybe even sweet, innocent, angelic Paulie. ..... The sound of him agreeing with her?! Were her ears DEAF to sarcasm? Paulie released a puff of breath. "Whaaat? No, I think that must be the sound of you bein' delusional." Completely. Leave it to a Daily Prophet journalist to twist your words around, pfft. But her actions that came next properly confused him, even burned his ears just a tad as he was so unready for them. "I'm here.." he began, as he shifted his leg away and ended up banging it into some area of her desk. "'Cause I thought we were gonna be talkin' 'bout the music festival!" |
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She pursed her lips. "You, to my rescue? Maybe it's the other way around." Had he even considered THAT, huh? Sweet, innocent Paulie needed a wake-up dose of awesome, amazing Bunbury? THAT was probably Louisa's plan. She was all about woman-power, not about the man 'rescuing' the damsel in distress and whatever other nonsense Paulie's Gryffindor brain thought up. The redhead shook her head in She leaned back in her seat, her legs still crossed at the knee with one foot tapping thoughtfully in the air. "And which did you enjoy, Mister Wizarding Wireless Radio?" Or had he changed careers already? |
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The former Gryffindor opened his mouth to naturally argue against Tori's 'rescue' theory, but then he stopped. Yes, he did think before speaking occasionally. His brow furrow juuuust a bit. Paulie HAD been having a ruddy bummer of a time lately. HAD that been Louisa's plan? She would do something clever like that, that Ravenclaw...... "Oh, whatever," he answered dismissively, unwilling to admit to the possibility of Tori being right. "Chances are it was just for laughs." Mhmm. Probably. Yes. The music festival. Which, actually, didn't NEED to be talked about anymore since apparently Tori had not requested his help after all. But they were on the subject.. "Mhm, Louisa said ya were there." Too late to ask her to dance, HAH. Well, Paulie was a sort-of fan of dancing so yes, he would have danced with her had he believed that she didn't despise him by now. He also hadn't actually seen her, so that too. "I liked Wiggenweld quite a bit. Melanie Sung had a real good voice, but her songs weren't really my style." He noticed the foot-tapping and the way she leaned back in her seat like he was an employee, and she his boss. Ahem. "Awh, and the food. The fried chocolate frogs and the burgers were amazing." His mouth watered a bit. |
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Yeah, ha, of course Louisa still talked about her to him. "Agreed," she nodded, not sure what else to say about the festival. "Those Dead Kneazles were quite popular with some of the crowd, but ugh, I thought they were kind of icky. Definitely not my taste in music, but I can see why they have a... younger following." Like Hogwarts-kids were interested in them. "Isn't Aspen's brother in that band?" she wondered aloud. It had been a long time since Tori had seen Aspen.... She grinned at the bit about the food. "No exploding lemonades, though. I saw that they had a tattoo tent; did you get anything?" Look at this, they were almost having a normal, proper conversation now... it was a good break from writing, at least, which is what she would be doing if Paulie hadn't stopped by. |
True. Paulie gave a nod in agreement. "Ya know me and Golden Boy are flatmates these days?" Since they were sort of on the subject of other people from their Hogwarts years. Mhmm. Good old August Goldstein! Those Dead Kneazles. At her mention of their younger fanbase, Paulie grinned and nodded some again. "Uh huh, saw a good amount of Hogwarts kids hollerin' for 'em. Merlin, though, I had to laugh when I kept seein' one of the singers givin' the crowd those sexy, seductive looks.." He gave his impersonation of them with ample exaggeration before the amusement crept onto his face and he gave in to a laugh. Couldn't take himself too seriously. At her next question, Paulie angled his head slightly. "Yeah? I don't know Aspen's brother." But his brain did suddenly jump to a conversation he'd had with Joao a little while back. One in which Joao was being somewhat vague at times, for reasons unknown. "Which one was he?" Exploding lemonade. His smile pulled up and wrinkled the skin beside his eyes as his mind suddenly saw a more scrawny, gangly version of himself wringing out a lemonade-soaked shirt before one amused thirteen-year-old Princess Tori. Hard to believe that that was TEN years ago. He chuckled and rubbed his jaw. "Nope, nope.. no exploding lemonade," he said, grin still present. "Clearly there was room for improvement with the drink menu." The tattoo tent, yes. "Nah, no new ones for me." Subconsciously, he brushed over the ink on his forearm with his thumb. Maybe it was time for numero dos soon, though. It had crossed his mind. "And you? Hidin' any bum tattoos that I don't know about?" Daily Prophet emblem, maybe? |
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Hogwarts kids. Tori found herself nearly grinning like Paulie at the topic, though she let out a snort at his mention of 'seductive looks.' "Great impression," she poked fun at him. "I don't know him either, couldn't tell you anything more than I read on a flier at the festival." Shrug. "If you do have some info you want to share with the Daily Prophet, I could get Kenrick for you... he's doing a write-up on whether or not wrock is good for the impressionable youth." Sounded fancy, didn't she now. No exploding lemonade, "Aww shucks," Tori winked at him. "Clearly." What was a festival without it? Tori's hazel eyes flicked to Paulie's forearm and then back up to his face, her smile changing into a smirk at his question. Bum tattoos. Pfffffffft. "Wouldn't you like to know," she replied saucily. "Lemme see this one, though," she reached out to gently run a finger over the tattoo on his forearm. Had he always had that? |
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It was a pretty good impression, no? His grin remained. Though when Tori offered to get one of her co-workers so that he could swap info on that festival, Paulie waved his hand to supplement his decline. "Nah nah nah. Don't feel like doin' any extra work." Not when the topic was already pretty exhausted at WWN. And you know, he was pretty content just chit chatting with Tori. He returned the smirk, amused. Yes, he WOULD like to know if Tori Bunbury, Miss Professional here, had a bum tattoo. Somehow he was guessing not, though. Not to mention there was little chance he'd get to see any evidence of it himself. Paulie felt her touch on his forearm and lifted his eyes from the tattoo to her. "Have ya forgotten?" he smiled. He'd gotten it at seventeen, not long before he joined the RAF. In memory of his dad. |
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No extra work? Was he sure? So his visit here was purely social, then. For some reason, that relaxed Tori. Not that she, like, wanted Paulie all to herself or anything... pssshhhh........ she was just assisting Louisa in her master plan, whatever it was. "Maybe," Tori mused, giving it one more trace with her finger before she returned her hands to her lap. She looked up to meet Paulie's eyes. "You've changed some. I thought maybe you hadn't kept that." She didn't know with Mr. WWN Foster. A lot of time had passed since they'd last had a normal chat like this, with no one threatening to arrest anyone or anything like that. |
Good to hear. Yes. Mhm. Nice of her to say so... This was different, this. Like, having a NORMAL conversation with Tori Bunbury? What were the chances? Though he didn't mention it aloud. Didn't want to jinx it, ya know. But it was kinda..... nice. She retracted her hand and he left his arm there for a second before pulling it back and leaning forward on his forearms some. Changed? She was sounding like Louisa now. He lifted an eyebrow. "Good change, bad change?" Maybe there was some change, yes. Though he also blamed this rut that he'd been stuck in recently. HE didn't even know where he was. "Probably sayin' so 'cause I'm not hittin' on ya like crazy, huh?" he grinned. It WAS a first. But the tattoo had stayed the same. There was no way he wouldn't have kept it. He leaned back in his chair again and looked at Tori. "Seems like ya like it here." His head turned now to glance around at the rest of the desks and the writers scribbling away at drafts of their most recent scoops. |
Analyzing people was kind of Tori's thing as per her column, so it happened that she were naturally analyzing Paulie. He HAD changed, she knew it. But... "I don't know," the redhead had to admit, "which kind of change it is yet." She gently tapped her chin with her index finger, giving him a deeper look. Which did HE think it was, hmm? She actually laughed at his self-given reason for how he'd changed. "Why IS that? I mean, that has to be it.... are you not hitting me because I'VE changed?" Was it the professional attire? "Or is there someone special in Paulie Foster's life?" Tori tilted her head and fluttered her eyelashes a little bit. She could get used to talking to Paulie like this again, like they were friends almost. Tori shrugged. "Yeah, it's alright. Always something different every day." Minus the writing task... that didn't change. "I like being in the thick of the action." And she LOVED having her ear to the ground. Tori had a lot of good connections here. |
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Paulie wiggled his eyebrows as she looked at him with careful scrutiny. Deep looks. Was she chin-tapping, TOO? Tori must have been very interested in him, mhmm. "Maybe," he suggested, "Ya hold off on the analyzin' 'till we've hung out a few more times?" See what he did there? It's like she almost HAD to hang out with him again. She was a journalist; she was like.... curious. And stuff. "Louisa, too. Since, ya know, she was the mastermind and all." Ravenclaw. Pssht. His lack of flirting was not due to the fact that she'd changed. Which she had, by the way. Changed. Or maybe it was simply that old Princess Tori was still there, but she just had some new.. elements to her. Yes. He preferred phrasing it that way. And it wasn't the business attire, no. HAH, no. She still looked sexy in that. It was because he just felt like a right nitwit lately. Had BEEN a nitwit lately. Just like he'd REALLY been one to Tori more than once before. He was rather good at nitwitting, no? One of Paulie's many talents. So, right now he just didn't want to lead her on yet again. He could afford to reproach himself for once in his life because it would pass. No doubt, probably more quickly than it should. "Oh, I just spared ya the ol' Paulie charm this time 'cause I knew it'd be TOO much to handle when ya've been deprived of it so long," he grinned. He licked two of his fingertips and smoothed back a piece of his hair. SUAVE, you know. Paulie nodded. "'Thick o' the action.'" Sounded about right. Well, it seemed like she was pretty fond of it. And Tori had been at the Daily Prophet for a good amount of time now, so she probably got on with at least some of the people by now. Like, for example, old watcher-man Jorge over here, keeping an eye out for her. |
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So, no answer to the single question? Hmmmmm Tori was totally going to have to poke Louisa for that one. "Hah," she rolled her eyes at the finger-licking. "You know they make hair gel for that, so you don't have to use your spit. You'd think a proper WWN newsman would be able to afford some! Don't they pay you enough over there?" Guess that was just another reason the Prophet was the superior news outlet, hehe. She enjoyed teasing him. And speaking of teasing... was Paulie really eying up Jorge again? What was he implying with that comment about action, hmm? "Oi, De La Garza..." she called out to the Spaniard, popping up from her chair to lean over the small divider between their desks. "I have someone for you to check over. If he doesn't meet your approval, you can take him out back for a talk." She winked at her co-worker to let him know that she was just joking, but that he should TOTALLY play along. |
He had been busy at his desk working pretty much nothing, he hadn't had inspiration for a story all day. What was wrong? Nothing was going on in the wizarding world that caught his attention, nothing. Could there at least be a muggle accident or something fun to write about. The MLE had to be doing something that needed in the paper, though he hadn't written one of those type of articles in awhile. Was he over due? Possibly. His thought interrupted by a certain redhead popping up over the divider. "Oh, having some issues?" He got up out of his chair and made it around the divider to her office with a clear smirk on his face. Crossing his arms he leaned on the door of the cubical. "What seems to be the issue?" Eyeing the man and then playfully looking at Tori. "You giving her issues? That is not something you should do here." Was this a boyfriend she was screwing with or something? He hadn't a clue nor did he really care, it was just a fun distraction. |
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A corner of Paulie's mouth curled up into an amused, crooked grin. That WAS a pretty good impression. She almost gave him a run for his money just there. But oh, she'd been meaning to get a hold of Louisa, huh? Well, after all the two were friends - or something - these days. Never saw that one coming. "Good," he nodded, not shifting any legs away when she patted his knee again. "You can name when." PAAAAAY rate was of almost no consequence to Paulie Foster. And as for HAIR GEL? "It'll be a cooooold day in hell when ya spot me usin' hair gel." And just for some added emphasis, he pointedly lifted his hand, licked THREE of his fingers, and pushed back some of his hair yet again. Then followed with a grin. But now Tori was bouncing out of her seat to peer over at her coworker from the top of the divider. She made no attempt at quieting her voice when she spoke to him, either. Oh, so Paulie had to meet ol' JORGE's approval now, did he? Well. Two could play that game, Tori Bunbury. Paulie took on a smile as he leaned back in his chair, linked his fingers in his lap, and propped a foot on his knee. And there he was, the big J man himself. Le protecteur. "Mhm," he gave a nod. "Givin' her lotsa issues. Looooads of 'em. Doin' real bad things to her, Jorge." And what was HE gonna do about it, hmmmmmmmm? |
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"Ewwwww!" she wrinkled her nose and swatted at his hand doing the hair-gel motions. "Eww Paulie, stop, that's so gross." She was giggling the whole time though, she couldn't help it. He was funny! And now Jorge was here, using the word issues like he couldn't think of anything else in his vocabulary. She bit her lip to hide her smile and just slowwwwwly shook her head at Paulie. Well well. Jorge wasn't intimidating enough, clearly. |
His eyebrow raised, who was this joker? Was this the type of people that Tori hung around with, really? He just kept his eye on the man without making any change in his facial expression. "Well when you are in this office you either treat the journalist with respect or you get a quick escort out." He hadn't been forceful in awhile, but it could be fun to do something different today. Looking back over at Tori he just gave her a look like he wasn't amused by her friend. "You know she's one of our top journalist and has plenty of work to do. issues will not be one of the things she deals with. So either apologize or leave." He stayed leaning against the way with his arms crossed. Who was this guy anyway, a boyfriend? Just a friend? It didn't matter really, but the longer he stood there the more curious he got as to why she wanted to mess with him. |
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Yeah, yeah, Paulie was letting Tori THINK she had all the power, you know. Of course he had it. Or you know, SOME of it. Most of it.... Yes. He did succumb to a laugh or two upon seeing Tori get oh-so grossed out by his hair taming tactics. "Hey, it works!" Got his hair to keep from sticking out for a whole five seconds, no? He grinned. But Jorge. Jorge was lecturing him on how he mustn't disrespect Journalist Bunbury. Excuse him, TOP journalist Bunbury. Still smiling, he dragged his eyes away from Tori to give Jorge his full attention. Apologize, aha. He tilted his head thoughtfully, the corners of his mouth juuuuust upturned slightly. Apologize for what was it? Issues? Tori did probably deserve MORE than an apology from him, but not for anything he'd said or done today. His lips tugged a little more and he nodded before standing upright and making his way around to the other side of the desk where he leaned against it, next to Top Journalist Bunbury. Paulie looked over at Jorge. "Jorge." And then to Tori, a little more honey-sweet. "Tori." And, like before, his two fingers went to his tongue. This time, he pushed a bit of shiny, red hair away from Tori's face, the little grin noticeably playing at his lips now. "I'll let myself out." And then, he got up to do JUST that. But not without calling behind him, of course. "Lemme know 'bout next time, honeybunch!" Because they HAD agreed on a next time. |
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But Jorge. Good ol' Jorge, calling her a top journalist and all. Tori shifted in her seat smugly, crossing one leg over the other with a smirk. Oh yeah, Paulie, pay attention to Jorge. Apologize. She raised her brows as he got up and came around the desk, now that she was forced to look up at him. Tori? "Yes?" she replied curiously. Oh.... oh no...whaat....was....this....... it was like Paulie's hand was moving to his lips and then down to her face in slowww motiooooon.... ever so slowly tucking the piece of hair behind her ear like he was a pro spit-styler. Maybe it was the spit or maybe it was the shocking proximity to Paulie's familiar lips, but the ginger journalist was completely immobilized in the ten milliseconds it took to play out Paulie's disgusting gesture. Mer-lin! At least he was gone now, because it took Tori a full minute after that to process what he had done. "I am NOT his honeybunch," Tori informed Jorge hotly, blinking rapidly and trying to hide her smile. She stood up suddenly from her desk and smoothed out her outfit. "Thanks for your help, though. He's just something else." SOMETHING else. Now she needed to go owl Louisa, k? K. Tori grabbed her bag and swept out of the cubicle area. "I'm taking my lunch now, byeeeeeeee!" |
Jorge saw it all, he watched every movement the two did with each other. Something was going on here. He wasn't sure exactly what, but there was tension and not a bad kind. He had played all the games, he had done things to get women to pay attention to him, so he knew this tension. Whatever it was the boy did have style. He'd fully admit that. Tori was going to fall for this one, if she hadn't already. His eyes curiously went back and forth between the two before the man was leaving. "You have a good day." Jorge said in such a bored tone he didn't even look towards the man. No his brown eyes sat straight on Tori. Watching her face, her movements. Before he could ask if it was a boyfriend she commented, "Sure you aren't." He smirked, this was going to be even more fun. "Something is going on." Turning as she said shew as taking her lunch, "You do that, bring me back a coffee while your out." He gave her a wink before going back to his own desk. |
What... in the what? Scout was perched on the edge of her desk, flipping through the day's Prophet as she was wont to do, when her eyes rested on Basil's article. Conspiracy? Polyjuice Potions? Assassination? These were... heavy accusations, and, unless the older woman was missing something, ones that seemed to have scant proof, at least in print. Narrowing her eyes, she wondered what the procedure here was for verifying such... potentially inflammatory exclusives. At her old papers, the writers would have gathered to discuss anonymous source and whistleblower credibility. But this... this looked like Basil had gone forward on his own with no solid evidence. At least, not any that was apparent to her. Scout read the article once more, shaking her head the entire way through. What would the repercussions for the paper be if the accusations were fabricated? Basil was better than this... it was why she had packed up and come thrown her lot in with the Prophet. But something was odd. Something was off. |
It had been over five months since Jorge had come willingly into the office. The last time he had been here he didn't even really remember. Just a reoccurring nightmare, but was it really true? Did his last months of hell happen here? His healing and recovery had been long and still on going, but he had to get out of the house and he had to feel useful. The last few months he had felt like a worthless man, which was something that he had never felt before. Once the most confident man, Jorge was finding lately he didn't have much confidence at all. His speech was still affected by the injury and so was his work. He made his way to his desk and looked around. Nothing had been touched since the last time he was there, the dust had proven that. So his thoughts of someone after something of his was thrown out the window. He sighed and took a seat, what to write about. His mind was just not letting him think of anything. Picking up his quill he started at the parchment. |
It definitely wasn't Bring Your Kid To Work Day, and Kenrick knew that. He'd known it all the other times he'd brought his infant son into the office too. But Spencer was six months old now, and Kenrick wasn't about to let just anyone look after his son So yes, that was why Kenrick could be found at his desk, with his head halfway inside a baby carrier, trying to hush his spawn to sleep so he could get on with his work (and trying to do so quietly, so nobody could hear him talking in... ahem... baby speak). When he finally extracted his head, instead opting for the whole 'sacrifice a hand for the baby to play with 'til he gets bored and falls asleep', Kenrick took a habitual glance around at the other desks, to check nobody was watching. That was when he spotted someone he'd not seen in months. "... Jorge." Now this was a special occasion, if Kenrick was the one speaking first. |
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He didn't realize how long he had been staring at his quill. Why did somethings come to him, but others were still so hard. How he took writing for granted and his talent for a good story, now he was struggling to remember the letters in his own name. The parchment sat in front of him and he wanted to do some work, but it just wasn't happening. Being a father himself who had spent many hours working at home, the sound of a baby wasn't one to even phase him. He hadn't even been aware of it until he heard his name. A first he froze as anxiety started to rise in him. He had high anxiety coming into work as it was, but he should have realized someone would want to speak with him. He had been gone for months. Knowing Mariel had kept them informed of his progress he lifted his eyes. "H..h..Hello Kenrick" |
Kenrick kept his eyes on Jorge, watching him carefully as he absentmindedly rocked the baby seat with one hand. Sure he'd had updates about Jorge's condition and everything, but it was very different to seeing the man in the flesh. His entire demeanour had changed entirely, that much was obvious after merely a moment or two of observation. He'd have to tread gently, Kenrick knew that. He may have been one of the biggest grouchest to ever grouch, and did not have a whole lot of experience with... head trauma, was it? But Kenrick was no idiot. He knew things were different with Jorge now, that much was obvious. In the back of his mind, Kenrick wondered how long the other guy had been sat there, because he looked all ready to right, but he could see from here that there were no words on the page. "How are you doing?" The question felt unnatural, but naturally so. This was unfamiliar territory. "It's been a while." Not that he didn't know where Jorge had been, but... Spencer had started grizzling again. Kenrick squinted at him. What timing the kid had. |
Getting up from his seat he walked a few desk down toward Kenrick's work-area. It was when he really noticed the baby and gave a soft smile, "Re..Regina liked b..b..being rocked at ... that age." He glanced down at the infant before turning his eyes back to Kenrick. "I.. I'm alright." Alright was very vague and he knew it was, but he wouldn't say if he wasn't. He knew people could tell by listening to him speak, something he was hateful of. His prize of his confidence his way with words just gone now. His eyes glanced to the door a few times as if he waited for something to jump out at them. Trying to keep his calm he nodded, "It has. H.. how is f.. fatherhood? " He at the moment couldn't remember the child's name, but it wasn't the only thing his memory couldn't process lately. "Wh..what's been g..going on around here? Any.. anything interesting?" Part of him wanted to know if he had missed some good stories and the other wanted to know if his dreams were actually reality. His anxiety, frustration, and confusion made him take a few deep breaths. |
Kenrick nodded, looking back at Spencer, who was still fussing. He had not missed the stuttering sort of speech from Jorge, but didn't mention it. No reason to, after all. It wasn't exactly a surprising development. He nodded again at Jorge's answer to his first question. 'Alright' was fine, not something that begged further prodding. Tiring at last of the baby's whining, Kenrick sighed to himself and carefully lifted the kid out of his seat. It did the trick at once, the closeness seemed to be something like an off switch, and Spencer quietened down at once. "Fatherhood is... a challenge," he replied, absentmindedly rubbing the baby's back. "Spencer can be a fiery little... thing. And only six months old." Got it from his mother, clearly. "You should give me some tips some time. If you're up for it." As Jorge had a daughter, and speaking about her seemed easy for him, even if speaking in general seemed difficult. As for the office... well. Kenrick looked around the place. He'd not been giving it his full attention, but then he rarely ever did. Plus, having to look after a kid part-time (and worry about him full-time) was time consuming. "Not much. Basil wrote a weird article, mind. A few months ago. Never did find out what that was all about." |
Jorge watched Kenrick as he lifted the baby and he couldn’t help but smile thinking of his own. Regina was growing every day and now they were going to have another, something that had come as a shock in the Hospital when Mariel had told him. “Yes it c..can be.” His eyes glanced around a bit before falling back on the infant. [b] “Re..Regina had her moments too. Still does. Tips?”[b] He laughed a bit and scratched the back of his head, was there really any tips you could give with babies? He wasn’t really sure, “Y..you seem to be doing w..well. They are…are a..all so di..di..different. Patience and k..kn..knowing when to a..ask for help is the..the best ad..advice I can give. May I?” He lifted his hands to hold the baby if allowed. “I t..t.took a lot of work home w..with me to be there so M..Mariel could be at w..work.” So he understood Kenrick bringing the boy to the office even if he didn’t say why he was there. His eyes shot up to Kenrick’s face when Basil and an article was mentioned. Being in Mungos for a while and then the recovery at home hadn’t been a picnic so he had missed many issues of the Prophet, “What article?” He said very pointedly and felt the anxiety rise more. It could be nothing and just a random article, really truth be told he always thought Basil was a bit odd so would it really be the unusual to see a weird article? “Do..do we h..have a copy any..anywhere?” His memory not thinking about where they stored all previous articles. “I.. I don’t th..think, I mean.. I .. I don’t re..remember.” He started trying to recall the dream as something was hitting the back of his mind. “I don’t kn..know.. if it’s safe.. here for him..him.” Him meaning the baby, “I.. I have.. a dr..dream of the..the a..attack being here, but can’t make out.. a f..face. Th..that I recognize. “ It was the most frustrating thing, |
Patience and knowing when to ask for help. Well. Kenrick was pretty sure he was... half good at at least one of those. Maybe. He kept his face impassive and did a side-eye sort of glance at Spencer, figuring he already knew all that about needing to be patient. Babies were very demanding. He had his reservations about handing the kid over to Jorge, naturally. The guy had definitely changed since he'd last seen him, and the anxiety or whatever put Kenrick slightly on edge. What if he totally freaked out and dropped his son or something? That would be unfortunate. But in the end, he figured that Jorge had his own child at home, after all, and had clearly been doing well enough there to come to the office. In any case, he was trying to be nice, so he simply nodded, and passed the baby across. And paid very close attention, ready to take him back quickly if necessary. Whether this was a Jorge thing or a new parent thing (he was... surprisingly protective over that tiny human), Kenrick did not know. "I'm very particular about who I leave him with at the moment," he said, by way of explanation of why Spencer was here. "Nobody I trusted was free to watch him, so I brought him along." Just while he gathered enough things to work on back home, though Merlin only knew how much time he could take off before Basil put his probably-rather-small foot down. Kenrick studied Jorge's face very very carefully then, trying to gauge the... situation. "There should be a copy somewhere. Back issues." He didn't keep any handy, but the office probably had a whole ton. "I'm surprised you've not read it, or heard about it. It was very... out of the blue." He still didn't understand, to be honest, still wanted to talk to someone about it. Scout, maybe. Not safe. Attack. Unrecognisable faces. Kenrick nodded very slowly, eyes still on Jorge as he recounted his dream. "I try not to make a habit of bringing him," he said carefully, wondering if all this paranoid sounding stuff had any real basis. It seemed crazy to believe a dream, but he knew that sometimes it was even more crazy to totally discount those theories. Tough call, with Jorge's current... issues. "Might've just been a dream. The mind's a funny thing, after all..." He didn't sound entirely too convinced of this, but nor did he sound unconvinced. Kenrick couldn't really call it, all he knew for sure was that he suddenly felt like he really didn't want his son around here anymore. Here or Diagon Alley in general or anywhere. Merlin help him, he was turning into a paranoid parent. "Anything you do remember for sure? To do with this place?" Kenrick asked, still keeping a shrewd eye on the other man, ready to step in and take Spencer back if necessary. |
Taking the baby, Jorge smiled down at him and bounced a bit as he cooed at Spencer. His softer side always coming out with children. The side until Mariel and Regina he certainly didn’t show to the public. “You g..give your d..daddy a h..hard time.” He grinned as he continued to bounce as Regina always had liked at that age. He couldn’t believe in a few months he’d be doing this all over again. He was excited over that, it had been happy news through some very hard news at the time. “M.. Mariel is pregnant again.” He looked back up at Kenrick smiled at getting to announce his news to his coworkers. “She f.. f..found out when I was in the h..h..hospital.” Yes, he figured there were back issues, but where were those he couldn’t remember at all. His eyes moved around hoping something would trigger his memory. Not wanting to look like a complete idiot he didn’t say anymore, hopefully he’d find one. “I was in the c..coma when it was p..pub.. published and it’s not been my first pr..priority.” His recovery was long and trying to get back to actually working and taking care of his family was the biggest thing on his mind, but now this, this was peeking his interest. He had to read it. “What was it a.. about?” “I have w..worked at home a.. a lot with Regina.” Though he figured Kenrick had known that, he had been out of the office a bit more before the attack. It was to help with the care of his daughter. He understood not wanting them watched by just anyone. He was looking at the baby when Kenrick said about the dream, “I don’t kn.know, I think it was w..what happened.” Now being here he was fully believing it. The question made him thinking and look around, more so towards Basil’s office. “They g..got me out of b…bed. B..brought me to B..B..Basil’s office. They used the Cruciatus C..c..curse on me.” That much he knew was true, the healers confirmed it, though it was the full reason for his condition. |
Kenrick's eyebrows shot up an infinitesimal amount at that news. It was surprising, not what he'd expected to hear for some reason, but obviously good news all the same. "Congratulations," he replied, and he meant it. It was a funny thing about Jorge. He was one of those dad types, but not in an obvious way. Seemed almost the opposite sometimes, but when you saw him with a kid or he spoke about his daughter or, like just now, his unborn child, you could see that sort of stuff meant the world to him. Definite dad type. "Some great news to balance out all that other... stuff." Still he watched Jorge, puzzling over what might be going on in that mind of his, but really having no idea. He simply nodded, before responding with, "Cult of Walpurgis. He thinks they infiltrated the Ministry." It really had been completely out of the blue, as far as Kenrick was concerned. Out of the blue... but completely unbelievable? Jury was still out on that one. In any case, Kenrick was feeling more and more like he was going to start just taking his work home. That weird article, and now what Jorge was saying about his weird dream... it scared him a little. No shame in admitting that. Not... that he was admitting that. Kenrick took his eyes off Jorge and Spencer for a moment to stare in the direction of Basil's office as well, an automatic reaction, with a tiny frown on his face. True or dream? Once again, he didn't want to just dismiss anything, but it was a weird set of circumstances. And why would Jorge have been attacked like that; it clearly wasn't just some random thing, was it? Definitely put the shivers up him a little bit. "Strange..." And... awful, actually. The Cruciatus Curse was something Kenrick never wanted to even dream about, let alone experience. He looked back at Jorge. "You told anyone? Spoke to an Auror, something like that?" Generally they liked to spring up in times of trouble, but you never know. He left it unsaid that clearly someone had it out for Jorge, wanted to hurt him but not kill him. Something told him it would be a bad idea to remind his fellow reporter of that. |
He was smiling, of course he was smiling, the thought of a new baby was exciting even in this type of circumstances. “Y..Yes, though it m..makes me nerves s..since we don’t know who or why.” Could they come after Mariel, he was already freaked about that and to add an unborn baby it just made him even more nervous. He looked down at the baby smiling, he did enjoy babies around. He cherished his nieces and now his own kids, they just brought some hope into the world through his eyes. “Are you e..enjoy fatherhood even if it’s a ch..challenge?” He did understand the challenges that came with it, but he didn’t know Kenrick’s situation with the child’s mother. He didn’t like to ask about coworkers personal lives. If they wanted to give the information they could, but he wouldn’t be nosy. A Cult article? Now this he had to see. He vaguely remembered coming across something about the cult in the ministry before, “D..Didn’t that actually happen, y..years ago?” Damn it Basil, that sounded right up Jorge’s alley of articles or well articles he use to write, but old habits don’t typically die so his interest was piqued. “I’ll h..have to find it.” He will be finding it to read it over, this he had to see. Handing back the baby, he thought a moment at Kenrick’s question, “Has there b..been any around here?” He knew he was answering a question with a question, but that made him think about if anyone had shown up. “M..Mariel went s..straight to MLE w..when I was in the c..coma. She g..got them to the h..house too.” Putting on stronger charms though after his year’s experiences he thought his were strong enough. “I..it’s not the f..first time I’ve had this, but j..just not here.” It had been years since he left Spain for this very reason, it was seeming clearer that his past might be catching up with him again. |
Scout was back. From her literal wild goose chase. Why on earth she'd been sent to the middle of nowhere to cover the fact that the pet geese had escaped from a transitional boarding school for squibs learning to adjust to muggle society, she had no idea. Wouldn't, at least, a feature on the school itself have been more interesting? But no. Basil wanted the geese. She'd owled the story ahead, but it really wasn't very good. She doubted it would even make it to print. The older woman had her suspicions, of course, as she sat at her desk and set her bag down. She'd been poking. Trying to verify any little fact in Basil's stories about the cult and as soon she thought she maybe had a lead, it disappeared or she'd been sent off on some inane assignment. And she couldn't exactly ask her questions aloud, directly. It didn't take long for her eyes to rest on the parchment on her desk. Eyes flicking to the unoccupied Editor's office, she sighed. He must have left her assignments before he'd gone... where ever it was he went. As she read, however, her eyes narrowed and her lip drew into a thin line. Rubber ducks. Underground toilet-cafes. Mop discrimination. ...ride the Tube for an entire day's service Yeah. Someone was being given the run-around. |
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"Oh, I'd say so," Kenrick replied, watching Spencer, a thoughtful expression on his face. "I hear they turn into right little, uh... blighters after a couple of years, though. I suppose the challenges are just going to keep coming." And something told him that this kid would keep him very busy, even though Kenrick only had him about 50% of the time, occasionally more. Merlin. The horror. "Mhm, I believe so." The Cult stuff, yes. That was why it was such a shock to see Basil's article about it all over again. It had been a... good few years since all that. A decade, maybe more, but still recent enough to cause... friction. Not for the first time, Kenrick hoped Basil knew what he was doing. "There's always people 'round here," Kenrick said, an apologetic hint to his tone as he took Spencer back into his arms and started to instinctively bounce a little on the spot, preemptively soothing the kid so he wouldn't start screaming or something. That would be... unpleasant. "People in and around here for interviews, meetings. Can't rightly say I've seen anyone who looks particularly dodgy, but then I suppose they wouldn't be that obvious would they? If they even came back." As Spencer fussed and then settled in his arms, Kenrick regarded Jorge, and considered what he said. MLE, well... yes, that was good. They generally seemed to know what they were doing, in Kenrick's opinion, even if his boss seemed to think otherwise. Kenrick... thought it best to not bring up that latter point. "How about we get out of here? Go for a walk, drink at the Leaky. Talk some more about this?" If the office was causing a reaction, maybe changing the scenery was for the best. And in any case, it might get the kid off to sleep once and for all. |
Jorge sat at his desk flipping through notes and ideas. He was wanting a good story, he hadn't had a strong first pager in awhile. This wasn't like him and he didn't want his career to go down just because of the incident a year and a half ago. No he would be back on top and he'd find the perfect story to make that happen. Eyes lifting he listened to the almost quiet office. He could hear some coworkers working, but for the most part it had been quiet. Though he couldn't help but realize part of that was lack of the editor being seen. He half wondered where she was, but not enough of a concern get up from his desk. Moving back to his notes he thought about interviews. Maybe he could score a big one, but who was big right now to get. |
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They had spent the rest of the morning shopping, having gotten a few more toys and another outfit for the nearly one year old. It was about lunchtime and she thought they'd see if Jorge could join them for lunch. Mariel was unsure if he could take the time off so she got takeout at the cafe for the three of them. Worst case, he couldn't stop for lunch but she could at least bring him something. Regina had been pretty excited about visiting Daddy at work and, though the thought of taking her into the place where Jorge had been attacked gave her pause, she ultimately decided that it was perfectly safe. It had been nearly two years now - even if they didn't seem any closer to catching anyone - and it was daytime with no further incident. It would be fine. Regina loved having a special shopping trip with Mommy. Of course she did get a little distracted looking at the toys and started to get bored while they were clothes shopping. But it was starting to take too long and her attention only lasted so long. The nearly three year old felt like such a big girl though because Mommy even let her carry one of the bags. Even better was that they were going to see Daddy at his work! Once they got the food, she held Mommy's hand as they walked into the big building. Brown eyes looked everywhere searching each face to find Daddy's, till they went into another room and there he was, sitting at a desk like the one at home. "Daddy!" she exclaimed with a big smile, letting go of Mommy's hand to run to him. |
SPOILER!!: Family He was starting to let his mind go to other things when he heard footsteps coming into the quiet office. Hearing a familiar little voice he grinned before turning in his chair and catching the little princess as she came close. Placing her on his lap he hugged her and looked to his wife. "What a nice surprise. Where is your brother?" He assumed at the daycare but he figured Regina would give him the scoop of what they were doing. "This place was a little too quiet and I was just thinking about going for some coffee. I'm glad I spent a bit longer at my seat." He would have hated if he had left and they would have come. He wasn't too keen on any of his family members being inside the Prophet since whomever did what they did to Basil and him hadn't been caught, but nothing had been done as of lately so he figured it was alright. Smelling the food he grinned, "You two are so sweet, did you bring me lunch?" He stood still holding Regina and leaned to kiss Mariel. "Slow day?" Though he couldn't imagine Mariel's day ever being slow she was always working so hard. |
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"No, not particularly," she chuckled as he asked if her day was slow, and she leaned to return his kiss, allowing her free hand to stay resting on his should for a moment longer. "But I did take a few hours off so we could have a special shopping trip." She held up one of the bags. "We needed to get a few more things for Alejandro's birthday. And then we thought we'd see if you'd like to have some lunch with us." Mariel gave him a small smile. Of course she had gotten them steak salads, that had been their long-standing favorite. "I wasn't sure how busy you were or if you could take time off, so we brought it to you." Regina giggled as Daddy caught her and put her on his lap. "He at daycare," she informed him when he asked where her brother was. And she wasn't. She was a big girl that got special shopping trips with Mommy, not that she really minded daycare. It was actually pretty fun there sometimes. But she'd rather see Mommy and Daddy. She put her arms around Daddy's neck and clung to him as he stood up, still holding her. The nearly three year old allowed her eyes to roam around Daddy's work as he talked to Mommy, her eyes soon snapping back as she heard them talking about lunch. "We get lunch." She pointed her finger to one of the bags that Mommy was still holding. "I have chicken." But she wasn't going anywhere, she could sit on Daddy's lap. |
"Well aren't you the lucky one to get to spend time with mommy." He smiled at his daughter glad to see her so happy. He loved that his family got to spend special moments together. It didn't feel like that long ago that it was almost all ripped away. He still struggled to remember most of it, but he didn't want to try at that moment. "You have chicken? Well that sounds good, but I bet mommy brought our favorite." He looked up at his wife and smiled figuring she brought salads from the cafe. He probably could use a refill on his coffee too. "Would you to ladies want to sit at my desk to eat or go to the break room?" He had enough chairs if they wanted to just stay here. |
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"Oh, we could just stay here, if that's alright." She thought that his desk might afford them a little more privacy, not that they necessarily needed it, but it was nice to just be the three of them for lunch. She set his steak salad on his desk in front of his seat, then pulled two more chairs closer to his desk before getting hers and Regina's plates ready. "So what are you working on today? Anything exciting?" She was always interested in any story he wrote. Regina beamed at Daddy as she stayed in his arms. Yes, she agreed, she was lucky to go shopping with Mommy. She just wished she got a new toy too. "You have salad, Daddy?" She gave him a questioning look. That was what he meant by his favorite, right? She remembered that that was what Mommy had ordered and she looked to see it on his desk now. "See?" Regina pointed at it. She saw her own lunch too, but she wasn't going to sit in that chair. She wanted Daddy's lap. |
He couldn't help but smile at his wife. She was so thoughtful to think of him for lunch. [b] "I'm starved"[b] Grinning towards Regina he set her down so she could go to her seat. "So what did you two buy? Anything good?" He knew they were shopping for his son, but he was curious as to what they bought. Looking to his daughter he smiled, "You talked mommy into buying you at least one thing didn't you?" He assumed so, but he could never say no to her little smile. "Your cousin's birthday is coming up soon too, we might need to do a little more shopping for that." He couldn't forget his nieces birthday. Sitting back at his desk he shrugged to his wife's question, "Nothing really. I haven't had much of a lead to a good story in awhile." Since he had given up chasing the more dangerous stories he found himself never hitting front page news anymore. |
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She gave Jorge an amused sort of look and shook her head. "Her birthday is coming up very soon too. We don't need to teach her that she gets something every time we go to the store." Alright, so she did get her her favorite dessert to go with her lunch, but she didn't think she needed a new toy every time they went out, especially with her birthday so soon. But she also knew that she was Daddy's girl and that Jorge spoiled her even more than she did. Mariel couldn't help but to feel slightly conflicted. On the one hand, she felt a little bad that her husband hadn't had much bite with his stories in recent times. His controversial view points was one of the first things that attracted her to him and she knew that his was passion. But she also knew how dangerous it could be, a notion that became all too real a year and a half ago. "I'm sure something will turn up," she said with a supportive smile. And there was still WSPM that could easily take up someone's time. Regina looked up at Daddy as he set her down. "We buy baby toys. For Al'jandro." She wasn't a baby anymore so she didn't need baby toys, though she did secretly think those toys were kind of neat. Maybe it was because they were new. Or maybe it was because she wanted toys too. Wait, Mommy was supposed to buy her something? She looked at her after Daddy asked what she had gotten. "I get toys, too?" She started towards her, but Mommy was eating lunch now and Daddy was sitting... Wait. She wanted his lap. Regina climbed up on him as he sat instead of getting in her own seat. She could sit here to eat lunch. |
Yes, his son would be one soon. That just seemed so unreal that he was going to be one already. It felt like it had been just yesterday he had been terrified to have another child in his condition and now he had two wonderful children and he was for the most part back to normal. "Yes I'd love to see what you got." Watching Regina he couldn't help but smile, "What a great big sister you are." He chuckled seeing both their looks and opened his desk drawer. "Daddy has some color changing quills for you." She could use them for drawing pictures if she wanted. He hated the color changing ones and really since the attack he had relied on his self writer to make sure he got everything down. As Regina climbed back on his lap, he moved her food in front of them and pushed his off to the side. She could eat her food first as she sat on his lap. "Yeah, it probably will." Once always confident, he wasn't sounding it at that moment. He had hopes to run this place one day and now it seemed he was stuck for even a headliner story. |
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