Post by Jaimey-Lee Prescott on Feb 1, 2009 16:18:24 GMT
It was a warm day outside as Jaimey poured over notes on a table outside the Three Broomsticks. Every story she had came back to Dan and Hogwarts but you could only milk those stories for so much. Her quill was scratching over notes, crossing out the more needless paragraphs and adding better ones. She had a deadline to keep to, even she had her own rules to abide by. Journalism could be a sketchy career at times and the one thing she hated doing was reporting about the weather. It was her least favourite area in her job.
Her job commanded a lot of her time. Recently she had a rush of cancelled dates because she had too much work. She was sure her life could be smoother than this but in all honesty it was difficult to find a balance and keep her work from interfering with her home life. Not that she had much of a home life. Jaimey tried to keep a balance of fun but it was becoming increasingly more difficult. Her in-tray on her desk was always full, asking her silly questions for the Advice Column she printed once a week. It surprised Jaimey how she could help others with their personal lives, just not herself. The barmaid brought her another butterbeer out, Jaimey thanked her before setting her quill back to parchment. ”Hogwarts… No… More Madness at Hogwarts? That could work.” She mumbled to herself. She scribbled the note down before looking at a stack of paper on the table. Sighing she flicked her wand and the papers zoomed into her bag, a little more messily than she would have liked but none-the-less they were all away.
She had a plan, sometime in the week she was going to visit Dan and talk to him about the goings on at the school. Though she didn’t know how he would react to the piece she wrote about him a few months ago. Still, business was business. And sometimes journalism could be the dirtiest of all business’. She drained the last of her butterbeer and returned her bag to her room in the Three Broomsticks before heading out onto the cobbled floor again. She glanced up and down the street, there were people rushing here there and everywhere, mixed in with the odd student. She disliked the weekends sometimes, too many students. Jaimey didn’t mind them she was was one, but now she was older she found their high pitched squeals and immature behaviour rather annoying.
”Sorry ma’am” Came a voice of a young girl when they bumped into Jaimey. She looked down, seeing a blonde haired blue eyed girl with freckles over her nose. She was a pretty girl, quite polite too but Jaimey had never been called a ‘ma’am’ before and she could honestly say she didn’t approve of it. ”Its alright, just don’t call me ma’am. I don’t like it.” Jaimey smiled down at the girl before walking off. She had to pick up some more quills, hers were going blunt at the end and it made writing next to near impossible. She gazed into the shop window, taken in by the purple feathered one with a solid silver nib. She was always taken in by anything purple or silver and a mixture of the two made Jaimey fall in love with the quill.
As she turned to go in the shop she trod on someone’s foot. Her heel catching the guys toe, ”Oh! I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you there.” She smiled warmly at him, but something about his face was familiar to her and she didn’t know why. ”Sorry if this sounds… strange. But have we met before, you look awfully familiar to me. Do you work at the ministry?” She asked, she knew she had seen him before, but for the life of her she couldn’t figure out where.
Her job commanded a lot of her time. Recently she had a rush of cancelled dates because she had too much work. She was sure her life could be smoother than this but in all honesty it was difficult to find a balance and keep her work from interfering with her home life. Not that she had much of a home life. Jaimey tried to keep a balance of fun but it was becoming increasingly more difficult. Her in-tray on her desk was always full, asking her silly questions for the Advice Column she printed once a week. It surprised Jaimey how she could help others with their personal lives, just not herself. The barmaid brought her another butterbeer out, Jaimey thanked her before setting her quill back to parchment. ”Hogwarts… No… More Madness at Hogwarts? That could work.” She mumbled to herself. She scribbled the note down before looking at a stack of paper on the table. Sighing she flicked her wand and the papers zoomed into her bag, a little more messily than she would have liked but none-the-less they were all away.
She had a plan, sometime in the week she was going to visit Dan and talk to him about the goings on at the school. Though she didn’t know how he would react to the piece she wrote about him a few months ago. Still, business was business. And sometimes journalism could be the dirtiest of all business’. She drained the last of her butterbeer and returned her bag to her room in the Three Broomsticks before heading out onto the cobbled floor again. She glanced up and down the street, there were people rushing here there and everywhere, mixed in with the odd student. She disliked the weekends sometimes, too many students. Jaimey didn’t mind them she was was one, but now she was older she found their high pitched squeals and immature behaviour rather annoying.
”Sorry ma’am” Came a voice of a young girl when they bumped into Jaimey. She looked down, seeing a blonde haired blue eyed girl with freckles over her nose. She was a pretty girl, quite polite too but Jaimey had never been called a ‘ma’am’ before and she could honestly say she didn’t approve of it. ”Its alright, just don’t call me ma’am. I don’t like it.” Jaimey smiled down at the girl before walking off. She had to pick up some more quills, hers were going blunt at the end and it made writing next to near impossible. She gazed into the shop window, taken in by the purple feathered one with a solid silver nib. She was always taken in by anything purple or silver and a mixture of the two made Jaimey fall in love with the quill.
As she turned to go in the shop she trod on someone’s foot. Her heel catching the guys toe, ”Oh! I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you there.” She smiled warmly at him, but something about his face was familiar to her and she didn’t know why. ”Sorry if this sounds… strange. But have we met before, you look awfully familiar to me. Do you work at the ministry?” She asked, she knew she had seen him before, but for the life of her she couldn’t figure out where.
