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The journalists of the Daily Prophet and other Wizarding publications were given special invites to join Lord Borr's Celebration. They have a special seating area, just to the right of the main dais. Their tables are on a smaller raised platform, giving them the best views of the speeches and other guests as they arrive.
OOC: This area is set aside for Daily Prophet staff, but anyone is welcome to RP here.
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"I do know," she agreed, gesturing toward the crowds of milling people. "I don't envy you that whole roaming... thing. Maybe I envy your access to top secret information, but to have to manage the masses, even when they're determined to be stupid..."
Well, she shuddered to think about that. "All this excitement costs much less than three galleons." She gave him a coy look.
"I prefer the roaming though, really. Is easier than sitting in one spot dealing with the masses. There are enough of us milling around to deal with whatever... hopefully," he said with a flourish of his hands. Let him roam. Be free. That is what he liked.
Secret information... it ALWAYS came with a price. Of some sort. Sighing, Damien simply gave her a look. "If you had access to what we know... it wouldn't be any fun for you. Trust me on that," he promised her. "And yes, people are stupid, very much so. Makes my job harder than it should be," he said giving her a LOOK. Yes, Hunter... you need to be smarter. Mhm.
Coy does not suit you Hunter Bones. Hehe. "Free IS much less than three galleons. What are you saying then? This is a date?" Damien said with humor obvious in his voice.
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Why he was giving her that look, Hunter had no idea. She was currently doing nothing to make his job harder, and when she chose to put herself into danger, she was taking on that responsibility for herself. He should look elsewhere for some dumb damsel in distress to scold.
"If I knew what you knew, I would tell very pretty reporters. I'm sure I would. Transparency in government only ever helps the people and government alike. As for the other... well. I'm not sure I would qualify this as a date without the actual acting and accepting, but I think it proves my point that we can have fun on limited funds."
"If I told anything I knew I would lose the job I have worked very hard at obtaining... whether the reporter was pretty or not," he said with a chuckle. Sometimes he wished he could talk to someone about these things. Someone outside of the department, but he just... couldn't.
"Yes, I quite agree fun can be had for free," he said with a cheeky grin. And the rest of that comment he wasn't going to touch. He was sure Gemini would not be happy with him seeing Hunter.. or anyone else. Even as if he would.
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"So that means... I win," Hunter crossed her arms and gave him a smug look. "And since I footed the bill for this fun outing, you can pay for the next one."
As in... there will be a next one. So says Hunter, and so it must be.
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Lyric had taken her sweet time making it to the Press Box. It was not because she disliked her colleagues, but simply because she didn't want to be there. Bones had said something about cheering up when they reached security so Lyric had tried to take a detour to try and do just that.
It didn't work one bit.
"Hello. Hello." Lyric said loudly as she walked into the Press Box, giving a stiff nod to everyone who was there. She took a random seat, close enough to the others to hear what was going on.
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As Ian got to work, Emmy watched him set the tripod for a few moments before settling down in the chair next to the one occupying the t-shirts. She played with a lock of dark hair by curling it in one of her fingers for a few moments, and then tucked it behind her ear. "I think that unnecessary title makes him sounds a bit presumptuous," Emmanuelle offered quietly. "But perhaps it is worthy of the Junior undersecretary of the Minister." Leroy certainly did not agree with her own statement, and her face said as much, but she left it there.
The appearance of some unknown man captured her attention long enough to realize that he appeared to be completely out of his element. Emmy raised one of her eyebrows delicately at him, before completely erasing the person from her mind. If he wasn't talking, why should she bother?
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Ian stood up. He observed Sienna for a moment with his fists on his hips. "Call me old fashioned then," he remarked lightly. A sigh later, he was rummaging inside his robes once more for the camera. He heard talking behind him as he worked and prepared the camera. "You're entitled to your opinion, Emmy," he said.
He couldn't say much about himself. Of course, as a human being he had every right to have an opinion but being a journalist was tricky. One was to be objective at all costs, ideally in any case. Then again, it wasn't uncommon for a journalist or an entire paper to have skewed its views towards one side.
"Marshall," called out Hoshino. "Where are the rest of your colleagues?"
Well, in all honesty, Sienna didn't know. This was the first time she was hearing the man's name, and she didn't even bother on researching a little before showing up for this gathering. Which was something she should've done, after all, she represented the Prophet, no?
And it's not like she would've done it herself, she'll probably send Plymouth out for more information on the matter.
The blonde shrug her shoulders, she didn't mind if the man sounded presumptuous or not, she only wondered why there was a 'Lord' somewhere in his name. So, she didn't comment.
And she didn't comment on Ian's remark either, except, oh, wait, she did, "Old fashioned, it is." She said, with a smirk on her face. And, really, anyone could work the way they pleased as long as they didn't get on her way. Then her eyes went to Ian and then to Marshall as soon as the Editor spoke to the man.
Ian could be so mean, sometimes. How could Marshall know where the rest of the Staff was? But if he did...will he know where Plymouth was?
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Marshall couldn't fathom why would anyone punished the school-aged people to sit through this entire ordeal; perhaps this was some sort of new form of detention? It couldn't be, because admittedly, the brats looked perfectly pleased. When Sienna directed herself to him, Marshall looked her way but not precisely at the woman--instead, he focused on her golden hair. Making no eye-contact still seemed like a good idea to him, "Ah," He began, feeling his throat tighten. He cleared it, as he rubbed a faintly flushed cheek, "Yes, yes, indeed. It's been eleven years, and it doesn't quite feel like it," The layout editor concluded, his Irish accent making an appearance at the end of his comment.
Hmm. Balling a hand into a fist, Marshall coughed into it. "I wouldn't know, Mister Hoshino," Responded the lanky man with a small frown, "But I think I saw, um, Lyric?" What's-Her-Name? Marshall didn't really know her, but that sports writer looked mean. "And Hunter Bones? arrive right after the security folk let me in? Yes, those two."
Sienna straightened up in her chair, leaving the camera next to her, yes, because no one was seating there except her camera.
Her eyes widened a bit. Eleven years? Yes, it was better not to discuss years, "Oh, well, I hope those are nice memories." And while she didn't attend Hogwarts, her memories of her own Wizarding School were certainly VERY nice ones, she couldn't complain about that.
"I trust they never sent the students to this sort...of meeting?" Well, she'd never been so in touch with politics in her life, until she came to England.
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Lyric had taken her sweet time making it to the Press Box. It was not because she disliked her colleagues, but simply because she didn't want to be there. Bones had said something about cheering up when they reached security so Lyric had tried to take a detour to try and do just that.
It didn't work one bit.
"Hello. Hello." Lyric said loudly as she walked into the Press Box, giving a stiff nod to everyone who was there. She took a random seat, close enough to the others to hear what was going on.
Ah! But why did all of them seem not to want to be here? Sienna included amongst those, of course.
"Hello, Lyric." She smiled, they at least needed to pretend they didn't mind being here, not when they were given the best seats, which, truth be told, didn't matter much.
"I'm sure this will be over before you know it." Oh, dear Morgana! She was hoping that was true.
Plymouth flashed his Prophet I.D. to virtually everyone. He wanted them all to know he was going to the Press Box. HE was going to sit with Prophet in their special area. He was proudly sporting his new free shirt and had found another one to take home to his baby sister.
"HI GUYS," Mr. Morgan whispered failed as he FINALLY made it to the box. He had gotten distracted in the crowds. "Hehe. I miss anything good yet?" Mr. Plymouth Morgan scooted in next to Hunter and rubbed at his tummy. Maybe he should have got a plate before sitting...
You know, when she wasn't writing about vacation destinations and that type of thing. Aware that perhaps his employee wanted to, perhaps, partake in some common flirtation with the unnamed man, Ian moved to sit by Emmanuelle. "Have you seen a picture of Lord Borr?" he inquired in a whisper, his lips close to one of her ears. "Or should I describe him for you? I think I can come up with convincing imagery."[/FONT]
"I have not," Emmy whispered back, eyeing the newly arrivals with some vague and detached interest. When an obnoxiously loud voice came from what unmistakably was a dias, Leroy found herself muttering Ostentatious. One of her eyebrows raised delicately at the rather large and old man speaking to the crowd. "But I don't think there's any need, Ian. Look."
...And the children were going to sing...?
Emmanuelle coughed to hide a chuckle.
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Sienna straightened up in her chair, leaving the camera next to her, yes, because no one was seating there except her camera.
Her eyes widened a bit. Eleven years? Yes, it was better not to discuss years, "Oh, well, I hope those are nice memories." And while she didn't attend Hogwarts, her memories of her own Wizarding School were certainly VERY nice ones, she couldn't complain about that.
"I trust they never sent the students to this sort...of meeting?" Well, she'd never been so in touch with politics in her life, until she came to England.
Marshall felt sorry for the poor soul who was to sing in front of everyone. Truly, he did felt quite sorry for the young and little school aged blonde. And yet the man was forced more than once to clear his throat in order to hide a snicker.
It would be unprofessional to outright mock students. "Hmm?" Nice? Welllll, "Certainly, they were nice enough," He said easily, knowing that Sienna most likely really didn't care for the answer and was merely being polite.
Damien shifted uncomfortably for a moment and then gave a nod. "Sure. Next date is on the boat. I will provide everything down to the ambiance," he said with a grin of sorts.
He didn't say WHEN he would take her on the boat... he didn't know how Gemini would feel about this. She was pretty laid back though. Hmmm... maybe he could both of them on the boat. Totally casual. Would serve Hunter right for the Ryuu incident.
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Plymouth flashed his Prophet I.D. to virtually everyone. He wanted them all to know he was going to the Press Box. HE was going to sit with Prophet in their special area. He was proudly sporting his new free shirt and had found another one to take home to his baby sister.
"HI GUYS," Mr. Morgan whispered failed as he FINALLY made it to the box. He had gotten distracted in the crowds. "Hehe. I miss anything good yet?" Mr. Plymouth Morgan scooted in next to Hunter and rubbed at his tummy. Maybe he should have got a plate before sitting...
Hunter slung an arm around Plymouth and gave him an affectionate little squeeze. He was a darling boy, a baby really, and he reminded her of her favorite cousin in some ways.
Of course, he was also completely susceptible to her wiles and fun to torment, which Jim never was. So in that way, he was much more satisfying as company. "The man himself if giving his speech."
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Smug smug smug. Wait... the next one?
Damien shifted uncomfortably for a moment and then gave a nod. "Sure. Next date is on the boat. I will provide everything down to the ambiance," he said with a grin of sorts.
He didn't say WHEN he would take her on the boat... he didn't know how Gemini would feel about this. She was pretty laid back though. Hmmm... maybe he could both of them on the boat. Totally casual. Would serve Hunter right for the Ryuu incident.
Nah that wasn't her fault. Entirely. Feh.
"That doesn't seem fair exactly. I'll bring something." Depending on her finances, she might have to get creative, but Hunter wasn't going to make Damien bend over backwards to please her without giving a bit in return. It would help if he didn't look so much like he wanted to say no.
"Have you met Plymouth? Plymmy, this is Damien. He's a big scary Auror. And Damien, Plymmy is my right hand at the Prophet."
Hunter slung an arm around Plymouth and gave him an affectionate little squeeze. He was a darling boy, a baby really, and he reminded her of her favorite cousin in some ways.
Of course, he was also completely susceptible to her wiles and fun to torment, which Jim never was. So in that way, he was much more satisfying as company. "The man himself if giving his speech."
"That doesn't seem fair exactly. I'll bring something." Depending on her finances, she might have to get creative, but Hunter wasn't going to make Damien bend over backwards to please her without giving a bit in return. It would help if he didn't look so much like he wanted to say no.
"Have you met Plymouth? Plymmy, this is Damien. He's a big scary Auror. And Damien, Plymmy is my right hand at the Prophet."
Plymouth flushed when Hunter.... hugged him. Or whatever the neck thing was. It felt like a hug so he returned it. "Hehe. Oh. Should we be taking notes?" Not that Plymouth was a journalist. He just.... needed something to say other than You smell pretty.
...hehe.
Ohhh. Auror... dude.
Plymouth Morgan had TOTALLY skipped through security. Was he in trouble? He hadn't really meant to, it just happened. He tried to hide a bit behind Hunter.
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Hoshino was incredibly unperturbed. His left eyebrow; however, was typically high above his brow even as he pressed the button on the camera's trigger while he sat next to Emmanuelle. It flashed a few feet away from them, sending puffs of purple smoke here and there.
"I'd rather not look," he commented loud enough for his fiancé to hear as another cloud of smoke rose up in the air. "However, I don't have much of a choice. They're singing is terrible," he remarked in a flat tone taking another picture. "And that woman probably needed that shirt in a larger size. Weren't they size one fits all?"
Curiously, Ian reached for one of the abandoned t-shirts to check the size tag.
Damien smiled at Hunter and nodded his head. Okay she could bring something. He could deal with that. "If you insist, Hunter," he said softly.
He shifted his gaze to the kid that came to join her and chuckled slightly. Big scary Auror, was he? He didn't mind that description one bit really. Giving a nod he said, "Nice to meet you, Plymmy." Nope. He was NOT making fun. Not at all.
Why was he trying to hideeee? We can still see you PLYMMY. Hiding behind Hunter will not save you. Nope.
Oh dear Merlin... those poor children. He really felt...something close to sympathy for them. Even he, who loathed children, thought that was torture. Clenching his jaw he turned back to Hunter and gave her a look. "Catch up with you a bit later. I have... stuff... to do," he said as he cast another glance at the the Hogwarts fiasco.
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"I insist. And I didn't think you'd be able to stay long. Go off and do something heroic," she snuggled back into her seat, bumping her shoulder against Plymouth's as she waited for Damien to disappear into the crowd again. Whether or not he'd ever owl was a toss-up.
"You want me to tell you stories about all the people we can see, kid? I bet I know some pretty good gossip."
Sienna blinked, only once, she managed to get her composure back on track, though. She had nodded and gave Marshall a small smile, before thinking twice about taking a couple shots with her camera.
She didn't want Borr to be taken a picture by it. No.
And...what was that? Was that Plymouth's voice in the background? Either that or she was going insane by the awful sight of the kids singing. Yes, it was pretty positive that Marshall never got to do that, because he seemed surprised by it.
Nevertheless, she sighed when she took her camera and had no other choice but to take some pictures at the horrible sight. Seriously.
Damien simply smiled and nodded at Hunter as he turned on his heel and started to drift off into the crowd once more. Looking over his shoulder he shot her a sly grin and called out, "You'll hear from me soon."
Sienna truly had no idea how the change in the Education side could harm the current appointments, for she knew only enough of politics, and pretty much nothing of England's Wizarding Education, though, if she ever had a child, she'll make sure that Lord Borr is nowhere around the child.
Snap. Snap.
Yes, the camera was mostly focusing on everyone up there, and on those kids that should be already out of that dias, certainly. Run, children, run for your lives! Or walk, yes, that was better.
"I insist. And I didn't think you'd be able to stay long. Go off and do something heroic," she snuggled back into her seat, bumping her shoulder against Plymouth's as she waited for Damien to disappear into the crowd again. Whether or not he'd ever owl was a toss-up.
"You want me to tell you stories about all the people we can see, kid? I bet I know some pretty good gossip."
"Just .... that Auror will do.Tell me stories about him. New boyfriend...?" Plymouth's eyes followed that Damien as he up and left. People like that made him SO nervous. Not that he was doing anything wrong, or illegal, but he was paranoid all the same. Or maybe it was just THAT Auror.
Plymouth didn't know that many Aurors...
He listened to the going ons, particularly interested in this new Environmental Department. "What do you think of all that?" New hires, new departments, that looooooovely nurse lady on the stage thing. "Hehe."
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"Not a new boyfriend, no. He's a nice guy, fun to be with and a lot of personality to boot. But... he has a temper that flares up like a match stick without provocation, and he has the bad habit of treating people like they belong to him," Hunter watched Damien depart, trying to see him through Plymouth's eyes.
Or maybe she was just reacting to his apparent disinterest. Hunter had walls like no one's business.
"I think... there's a lot that can be better in the world, and if Lord Borr wants to try his hand at it, he should be given a chance. Clearly things weren't perfect under the old government." As for how he wanted to go about changing things, or him personally, Hunter had enough self-awareness to know not every opinion needed sharing.
"Not a new boyfriend, no. He's a nice guy, fun to be with and a lot of personality to boot. But... he has a temper that flares up like a match stick without provocation, and he has the bad habit of treating people like they belong to him," Hunter watched Damien depart, trying to see him through Plymouth's eyes.
Or maybe she was just reacting to his apparent disinterest. Hunter had walls like no one's business.
"I think... there's a lot that can be better in the world, and if Lord Borr wants to try his hand at it, he should be given a chance. Clearly things weren't perfect under the old government." As for how he wanted to go about changing things, or him personally, Hunter had enough self-awareness to know not every opinion needed sharing.
Plymouth tilted his head towards Hunter, then bumped her gently. She could do better. Not that Plymouth really knew that dude, but he believed Hunter to only speak the truth to him. "Be careful with him, then," was his only advice.
His attention returned to the stage, back to the pretty lady. "Lucky man." He got a throne, a party, AND kisses from a pretty lady? Lucky. "Hehe. I was... actually.... thinking of maybe... applying..." Plymouth tried for nonchalant, but probably was trying too hard.
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"You should. You can do better than bringing me coffee," Hunter leaned in and dropped her voice. It was generally bad form to talk about looking for a job while you still had one, surrounded by coworkers from said job. Someone should TEACH stuff like that to Plymmy.
"But you'll still bring me coffee, won't you? Sometimes?"
"You should. You can do better than bringing me coffee," Hunter leaned in and dropped her voice. It was generally bad form to talk about looking for a job while you still had one, surrounded by coworkers from said job. Someone should TEACH stuff like that to Plymmy.
"But you'll still bring me coffee, won't you? Sometimes?"
"Of course I will," Plymouth leaned right back, his forehead nearing hers. "It's one of the few things I'm good at. Hehe. Besides, it'd probably be a stretch getting hired anyway."
But with change and generally everyone seeming excited about the new leadership...
...Plymouth wanted to be apart of it. And he wanted a job. No, Plymouth wanted a career. "Think Mrs. Sienna would write me a letter of recommendation...?" he WHISPERED as good as Plymouth ever whispered.
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"If she doesn't write one for you, then I'll write one. Or we can make Ian write one. He's been in such a good mood lately." False. Ian was never in a good mood.
Hunter ruffled Plymouth's hair and released him from her stranglehold. "Why would it be hard to get hired? You're good with people and you learn fast."
She HAD to turn her eyes away from the dais. Sienna just HAD to. That's why she was pretending to care for her camera at the moment. It seemed like this was going to have an ending...not in the near future, but in the distant one.
Since she was not paying attention the the man who asked to be called 'Lord', then she thought she heard something...
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...Plymouth wanted to be apart of it. And he wanted a job. No, Plymouth wanted a career. "Think Mrs. Sienna would write me a letter of recommendation...?" he WHISPERED as good as Plymouth ever whispered.
...Plymouth!
Why would he need a letter of recommendation, though?
The woman smiled, oh-so-very-nicely, and then focused back on her camera, and *sigh* the dais.
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