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Entrance and Waiting Area A simple glass paneled door with a faded "Daily Prophet" sign opens into a sparse waiting area where visitors to the Prophet are expected to wait. A threadbare sofa that looks like it survived the great Goblin rebellion sits under a flickering lamp and looks completely uninviting. From here visitors can see the journalists, editors, photographers and myriad assortment of Daily Prophet staff bustling about. The noise may be muted as there is a muffling charm cast on the area to protect the Daily Prophet secrets from possible Quibbler spies. In perfect harmony with the uninviting atmosphere is a small sign just above the sofa that says: Welcome to the Daily Prophet. http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v2...aitingarea.jpg |
Getti's keys rattled in her hands as she pushed the creaky door open. A quick muttered spell brought several torches to life so she could walk through the office without tripping over anything. There was nobody here yet, but it was nothing new to her; she was always first in the office. Slightly creeped out by the way her footsteps echoed in the deserted building, she sped through the journalist desk area towards her office. There weren't many weaknesses Getti liked to admit, but since nobody was around to witness it... she was just slightly spooked by the dark. |
To the old door whose hinges were starring in a movie titled: "Desperately Seeking Oiling", Ian gave it a good push. To the welcoming sign conjuring today's imaginary itinerary in his head, Hoshino gave the cold shoulder. To the journalists desk, Ian simply chose not to acknowledge their existence. Turning right, he hovered aimlessly in front of the door leading to his work area. What were the chances of the coffee room possessing some kind of decent grinds? Zilch. Casting aside his previous hesitation as temporary insanity, Ian pushed the door open and sauntered into the workshop. |
Tristan walked up to the door, wondering if it would crumple in a million tiny pieces when touched, stopped and took a deep breath to calm his nerves. He was excited by this position he had been offered and he was confident that he could do a good job. He ran a hand through his short dark ruffled hair before opening the door, afraid it would fall of its hinges. So far so good The waiting room didn't look that welcoming, but nevermind that, he was on his way to see the Editor. Surely, she was more welcoming. Turning left, he could see the big work area and wondered where he was stationed. Walking past the staffers, he noticed the door to the editor and confidently walked over to knock. |
Jordan pushed open the doors the to Dailey Prophit. As she steped inside she took in a deep breathe. So this was where she was going to start her career. This was where it was all going to begin. She looked around and saw the many offices, including the writers desks. One of which was her. She couldn't help but smile when she thought of her new title, Jordan Paige, Sports writer. It just had a nice ring to it. It was her first day, she was new to the staff of the prophit. Also probably one of the youngest ones there. That wasn't going to slow her down any though. She decided to go and see the editor. That was the first thing that needed to be done. She walked past all of the writers desks and found Getti Fordes office. This was it, her new job was about to begin. |
Ana walked through the doors of her new workplace and into the waiting area. She was nervous - which was only natural, of course, on the first day at her new place of employment. She took a deep breath, taking a moment to look around her. She'd been appointed Editor of the Lifestyle section of the Daily Prophet; and important position, she knew. She felt she was ready for it, though; besides, it involved writing. Anything that involved writing would suit her. I'd better go and find out what I'm meant to be doing, Ana thought, and walked over to the Editor's office. She knocked. |
Well... it was all too late now. Nathan was still unsure whether he had done the right thing in quitting his cushy job with the MLES to come and work for the Daily Prophet; to continue lazing around chatting and dunking biscuits in his tea all day, or to pack it in and instead feed his creativity. 'Well, you only live once', had been his attitude in the end and, for once in his life, he had taken the bull by the horns and taken a chance; taking a leaf out of his wife's book for a change instead of waiting around for things to just come his way ...as usual. He had been pretty relaxed about starting: leaving home early so he could get off the tube a few stops away from Charing Cross and have a nice stroll in the sun to clear his head - that, and to get away from his noisy home for a while. He grabbed a cup of coffee and bacon buttie from the local greasy spoon caff and went to sit in St James' Park to enjoy them while he read the day's rubbishy muggle tabloid newspaper. And he was still early by the time he got to the office. Very VERY un-Nathan-like behaviour indeed. He opened the door to the Daily Prophet, not feeling the slightest bit nervous... that was, until he was greeted by the stench of blood, sweat, tears and newsprint! It hit him in the face with full force like a wrecking ball! He gulped as the first day nerves finally started to manifest themselves... maybe Nicoli would take him back... He shook his head slightly for being a such silly mare, and crept, slightly cautiously into the building and the waiting area. He looked up at the plan on the wall to see where he should be going. Getti Ford's office by the looks of it. He paused to glance around at his surroundings for a moment, before reluctantly making his way in the direction the map told him to go. |
Ooh yeah, new job day at last! Rico was positively bubbling with energy and caffeine and he jogged up the steps of the Daily Prophet and entered the building. He'd had three cups of coffee and a bagel before leaving his apartment and he was waaay too energized for work. Or...maybe the energy was a good thing, considering the state of this place. From the flickering lamp to the dilapidated sofa in the corner, Rico could see that he was going to have a bit of trouble adjusting to the er, interesting environment here. Obviously Human Resources was not a priority at the newspaper - maybe the employees just didn't spend much time around the office. Yeah, that was it. They were all so efficient, fast workers that they didn't need to invest in nice furniture or decent-looking wallpaper that wasn't peeling....errgh. Shaking off the negative first impression now seared in his mind, Enrico decided to find his desk first. No point in bothering the bosses so early...they'd have plenty of time for introductions later. He breezed through the little waiting area and headed toward the back of the room, looking for a nice little cubicle or something just for the layout editors... |
The sun was too bright. Too bright for her much-too-pretty eyes. If only she'd had enough sleep last night instead of being hunting for that perfect camera. Oh, yes! One more for her collection. Though, she didn't have many, but she was working on it. But, why, why will she waste her night dreaming of nonsense chattering when a 1920s muggle camera was waiting for her to go and pick it up? Yes, the camera came first, but now that she realized how tired she was, Sienna wished for a good night sleep instead. The camera was going to be waiting for her all week anyway. Bottle of water at hand, Sienna lifted her sunglasses as she entered the not-so-spectacular headquarters. She'd wondered how someone couldn't make this better or more comfortable for the ones that didn't work here, but...why would they do that? If they didn't like it, then don't come. Not like she cared much, this was her workplace. And she loved it no matter what. Which is why she entered with a smirk on her face. |
Sergio Mancini leisurely strolled into the Daily Prophet Headquarters. He calmly removed his expensive sunglasses and looked around. Having never set foot in a workplace in his life, he was appalled by how plain this place was. Sergio's apparance stood out against the humble offices. He wore a bright pink shirt, a black waistcoat, leather pants, and a matching leather cloak flowing to his knees. He looked around for where he should be. Technically he should have arrived hours ago, but that didn't bother him. It wasn't the former Quidditch player's style to arrive on time for anything. He also never help a proper job, so he had no idea about what to do. He just assumed this job was arranged by his assistant and should be able to handle it. Scanning the dishevelled mess of a HQ, he went off looking for his office, because as an editor, he assumed he was important enough to have his own personal office. |
Alexa had missed Egypt. When they'd all worked together it had been simple to take for granted the fact she had a friend at the Ministry. A lot of things had been put into perspective for her since then. The waiting room was dull, empty any sound came from inside the office. Clad in her usual black attire, she closed the door behind her and frowned. It wasn't quite what she'd expected. Nothing of the renowned paper than came out of these depths was visible. Straightening herself, despite all the things weighing her down, she walked towards the offices. |
Minister Taylor entered the Daily Prophet Headquarters and stopped dead in her tracks to look around the publication's premises. Not the most inviting of locations... Thankfully, watching the hustle and bustle of the Prophet staff was much more exciting than surveying the furnishings and so Reagan paused for a moment in the waiting area, observing as people ran back and forth chaotically. Must be how great papers get made... Reagan didn't want to interrupt anyone's work (after all, she herself hated being interrupted,) but she didn't have much time to spare and she really needed to speak with the Editor-in-Chief. She called out, "Hello?" |
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The Minister. Minister Taylor. Minister Reagan Taylor, THE newly-elected Minister of Magic. Minister of Magic of all of Great Britain. And she was standing in THE Daily Prophet's rinkydink little headquarters! WHOA. "Hello!" the dark-haired man returned her greeting with obvious enthusiasm, trying not to spill his coffee mug as he darted through the desks to meet THE Minister. "Madame - er - Minister Taylor! What a pleasure to... to see you here!" Rico was absolutely beaming as he reached out for a handshake. Or a bow. Was he supposed to bow now that she was Minister or something? And they should get out of the waiting area already. Honestly, making THE Minister wait. That was ridiculous. "Please, come in, er... do you have time for a cup of coffee or anything? Can I get you something? Anything?" Did Ministers even drink ordinary coffee? He actually wanted to ask why she had popped up so suddenly... well, somewhat suddenly... but that wasn't polite. A gentleman always remembered manners first. |
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Minister Taylor continued to glance around, trying to follow the hustle and bustle of the workers. "You all seem very busy. I won't take up too much of your time." |
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Rico almost winced at the over-enthusiastic mug - he always had been too fond of summoning charms - and then watched Taylor look around. "It's always bustling around here, or it should be if we're staying up to date with the latest wizard news." Rico nodded toward the employees and then glanced toward his corner office. "I wouldn't want to take up too much of your time, Minister," he chuckled slightly and then gestured toward the office. "Would you like to speak in my office? The door will always be open for the Minsiter." Duh, he was like, a huuuuge Reagan fan |
He was a little late, however, considering things Ian Hoshino found that he could be forgiven for a slight case of tardiness; especially since he was tardy for having to stop by for good coffee. The kind that was accustomed to being brewed in the Prophet's break room was enough to give him nightmares at thought and goosebumps at the mere mention. Therefore, he was ready to fight everyone off to defend his cup of coffee. However, he was not prepared to see the Minister of Magic in their headquarters. Stopping in his usual strut, he held the large carton up of coffee high as if to defend it from possible attacks. "Good day," he announced to Reagan and his superior. Merlin, Rico was his superior now. It was almost as bad as having to respond to females higher up the position ladder. "It's uh--" It's the Minister of Magic. Fabulous. Words never failed him but they were right at the moment, so to avoid all possible awkwardness he brought the small slit of the cap on the cup of his coffee and took a sip. And...it burned. Hissing underneath his breath, he cursed in French. |
Ana held the papers close to her chest, praying that they wouldn't fall out. she was in a hurry, a big hurry, to get her articles done on time, as she had to leave early the next day and would be missing part of her work time. So her writing time was limited. And she had to not only do some research but get an interview with the Minister for Magic herself... Merlin only knew how she was going to get hold of her. She looked up upon reaching the waiting area... and promptly dropped all her papers. There, in front of her, was the very person she was supposed to interview... and she barely had her questions ready! "Um... G-Good morning, Minister," she stammered, flushing as she bent down to pick up her papers, her dark hair obscurring her blushing face as she did so. Trust Ana to make a scene of herself. And in front of the Minister, too! |
To say that Egypt Greenwood was happy was an understatement. The woman was absolutely glowing. She had received the owl about her promotion and that wasn't the only thing she happy about. Yes Egypt Greenwood was yet again pregnant. It was just like when she had Paris and then 9 months later she had Willow. Ben and Devon were 7 months now and crawling around great. She was pleasantly surprised to find that she was again with child and it just added that special touch to her cheeks that made her glow. She breezed into the office stopping and saying hello to everyone. It was then that she saw the newly elected Minister, to whom she wished her last pregnancy hadn't put her on the sidelines as her campaign manager. "Minister Taylor," she smiled happily at her former colleague. "Congratulations on your victory. You fought the good fight with such grace and style. It was so heartwarming to support you." She had such respect for Reagan. Anyone who put up with Minster Copper and his wife without getting a life sentence in Azkaban deserved some sort of award. |
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"Black, two sugars, please." When the mug zoomed near her, Reagan stepping back instinctively to avoid staining her new robes with splashed coffee but graciously accepted the mug into her hands. "Thank you, Rico. Your office would be perfect." Quote:
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Two little matching packets flew over to the minister's cup, opened themselves up, and dumped in all by themselves. Rico carefully removed the empty packets from where they were still hovering over her drink, even after all the sugar was gone, and crinkled them up in his hand. "My office is just this way then...." he mentioned, still beaming as more bright-eyed employees bustled in. "Hey Ian, Egpyt, Ana... we'll be having an all-staff meeting in about an hour once Sienna gets here so - don't get too comfortable!" Ha ha, what a jokester he was. As if anyone could ever get comfortable in the chairs this office held. |
Well, now...this was just outrageous! Never in a million years she'd thought that she'd be arriving this late to work. What kind of an example was she setting for her employees?! This won't happen again, ever. Unless she has something better to do before entering the wonderful work hours of the Daily Prophet. So...wait...weren't there like a dozen better things to do? Emmm, better not. Clearly, her mood was not as bright as her hair. She was late. And they had a meeting in..like..a couple of minutes, so, yeah, no time for smiles this morning. Besides, who'd thought that the Floo Network was going to be so annoying today? This was certainly the last time she'll use such a form of transportation. Apparition is way better. Sunglasses off as soon as she entered, and...was there some sort of gathering now??? "Come on, people, this is a workplace...get to work!" she said, not even noticing who was standing where. Sienna simply walked inside. |
By all means, because if he focused his will enough he could do it, Ian Hoshino attempted to not roll his dark eyes heavenwards in a pleading gesture for mercy. Except, he just couldn't be bothered to focus and he allowed his old habits to resurface. Eye roll. Reagan. He hadn't voted for her anyways. And Sienna Knoll was rushing him along just when she arrived. Bitterly, he watched her move along with knitted brows. Ian had just burned his tongue. Did she have any pity at all for the wounded? Probably not. "Workplace. Illegal working camp. It's all the same, isn't it?" he joked before entering the photographer's work area. |
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Heh. Open floor plan or Getti's idea of constant surveillance? Ian Hoshino couldn't be sure. |
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