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Lockhartian · 03-12-2011, 05:20 AM

SPOILER!!: Emmanuelle and Ian

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Originally Posted by Oesed

More and more kids were beginning to occupy the seats designed for the students, and more and more was Emmanuelle paying attention to them than to keep up with the idle small chat between Ian, Sienna and herself. Hogwarts students were not, however, the only ones arriving; guests that Emmy could guess were Ministry workers were arriving, too, and taking over the seats. Some of them were even younger than her own twenty-seven years old, and some of them were even old enough to be one of her grandparents.

The sound of Ian's voice plucked the woman back to reality, and she stared back at her companions with carefully practiced polite curiosity. They were discussing privacy and not mixing work with their actual lives and for God's sake, if this was how conversations went at the Prophet every single day it was no wonder why Ian's mood was so foul sometimes after work.

How eternally dull. Still, she managed to look interested. Leroy nodded along to what was being said in general, "Indeed. What is the point of mixing your personal life with work and sharing the joys of one with the other?" Indeed. "I wonder when the Lord Borr character is arriving. Do you reckon he's aware that muggle titles have no weight on the wizarding community?" Emmy doubted it.

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Originally Posted by Ama

Emmanuelle's bluntness was a little jarring and enough to make Ian Hoshino chuckle in amusement. "I think the appropriate question is whether he cares or not," supplied the man as conversation. He too was aware of the pile of students and young people arriving. He was making a good point of ignoring them and their loud tones of voice. Just because it was an open space it didn't mean they needed to shout at the top of their longs, trying to talk over everyone.

"Our journalists seem a little late. Luckily, I always come prepared," he said and patted Emmanuelle's hand. "If you don't mind." Ian removed Emmy's hand from the crook of his elbow before stepping away from her. Standing on an empty space between the chairs, Hoshino reached into his robes. His arm soon disappeared past his elbow into a pocket.

The tinkling sound of metal against metal, filled his ears as his fingers struggled to grasp for the right item. "Ah! Here we go!" he said brightly, his fingers wrapping around a cylinder shape. Ian reached with both hands and procured, with some effort, a tripod.

"It's much easier this way," he explained glancing over at Emmanuelle and Sienna over his shoulder before setting up the tripod. Now if could only find his camera and everything else inside his pocket.

Sienna could so easily laugh at the moment, "You know what? I actually have no idea who the man is or why does he want to be referred to as a 'Lord'." She gave a shrug. Mixed feelings about this she had. First, she was more than curious to know who the man was and what was his place within the Wizarding Community, and while Sienna had been living in England long enough to know its antics, she was still unfamiliar with a couple of them.

However, no matter how curious she could be, she knew that she'd be doing far more important things than being here waiting for the man. Who, by the way, was running late.

Then she eyed Ian get ready for...oh, yes, work, the kind of work he used to do a while ago. "I also have my camera with me, though I personally prefer quick shots," the ones that were slightly angled too, no tripods for her, "And, of course, some quill and paper, just in case." Just in case she thought something was worth a story, though she knew they had to write about this for sure, whether it had been interesting or not.

SPOILER!!: Mr. Howe

But, look at that!

An employee was walking towards them, "Good day, Marshall." She said, with a smile, and wondered slightly if perhaps Plymouth would wear such a t-shirt considering none of them seemed to have thought it appropriate to wear it. She may make Plymouth do so.

Her eyes caught the man focusing on the students...there were other guests, you know? "Reminiscing about your Hogwarts years?" she asked the Layout Editor.

03-12-2011, 05:20 AM	#15 (permalink)
Lockhartian Kappa Join Date: Sep 2007 Location: The Eyrie Posts: 14,982 Hogwarts RPG Name: Ashton P. Walker First Year x11 x11	Eagle Eye [⅓ Badger Trio] Felon & Kafka ♥ Gilderoy Lockhart <3 [TEAM 947!] SPOILER!!: Emmanuelle and Ian Quote: Originally Posted by Oesed More and more kids were beginning to occupy the seats designed for the students, and more and more was Emmanuelle paying attention to them than to keep up with the idle small chat between Ian, Sienna and herself. Hogwarts students were not, however, the only ones arriving; guests that Emmy could guess were Ministry workers were arriving, too, and taking over the seats. Some of them were even younger than her own twenty-seven years old, and some of them were even old enough to be one of her grandparents. The sound of Ian's voice plucked the woman back to reality, and she stared back at her companions with carefully practiced polite curiosity. They were discussing privacy and not mixing work with their actual lives and for God's sake, if this was how conversations went at the Prophet every single day it was no wonder why Ian's mood was so foul sometimes after work. How eternally dull. Still, she managed to look interested. Leroy nodded along to what was being said in general, "Indeed. What is the point of mixing your personal life with work and sharing the joys of one with the other?" Indeed. "I wonder when the Lord Borr character is arriving. Do you reckon he's aware that muggle titles have no weight on the wizarding community?" Emmy doubted it. Quote: Originally Posted by Ama Emmanuelle's bluntness was a little jarring and enough to make Ian Hoshino chuckle in amusement. "I think the appropriate question is whether he cares or not," supplied the man as conversation. He too was aware of the pile of students and young people arriving. He was making a good point of ignoring them and their loud tones of voice. Just because it was an open space it didn't mean they needed to shout at the top of their longs, trying to talk over everyone. "Our journalists seem a little late. Luckily, I always come prepared," he said and patted Emmanuelle's hand. "If you don't mind." Ian removed Emmy's hand from the crook of his elbow before stepping away from her. Standing on an empty space between the chairs, Hoshino reached into his robes. His arm soon disappeared past his elbow into a pocket. The tinkling sound of metal against metal, filled his ears as his fingers struggled to grasp for the right item. "Ah! Here we go!" he said brightly, his fingers wrapping around a cylinder shape. Ian reached with both hands and procured, with some effort, a tripod. "It's much easier this way," he explained glancing over at Emmanuelle and Sienna over his shoulder before setting up the tripod. Now if could only find his camera and everything else inside his pocket. Sienna could so easily laugh at the moment, "You know what? I actually have no idea who the man is or why does he want to be referred to as a 'Lord'." She gave a shrug. Mixed feelings about this she had. First, she was more than curious to know who the man was and what was his place within the Wizarding Community, and while Sienna had been living in England long enough to know its antics, she was still unfamiliar with a couple of them. However, no matter how curious she could be, she knew that she'd be doing far more important things than being here waiting for the man. Who, by the way, was running late. Then she eyed Ian get ready for...oh, yes, work, the kind of work he used to do a while ago. "I also have my camera with me, though I personally prefer quick shots," the ones that were slightly angled too, no tripods for her, "And, of course, some quill and paper, just in case." Just in case she thought something was worth a story, though she knew they had to write about this for sure, whether it had been interesting or not. SPOILER!!: Mr. Howe Quote: Originally Posted by Oesed Make no eye contact. Make no eye contact. This is what Marshall Howe exercised whenever he found himself on the same place, alone, with his bosses. It was quite odd for this to happen as he was usually safely tuck inside the layout editors office, but it wasn't unheard of either; example of that was today. Keeping his pale gaze trained anywhere but on the faces of Sienna Knoll and Ian Hoshino, the curly-haired lanky man murmured a quiet 'Good day' to his superiors, and placed himself around the second row of seats. It was not far away enough from Ian and Sienna for Howe's like, but it was all he got. Gingerly, he placed the fantastically ugly blue shirt on his lap, and then glanced down to where all the unfortunate Hogwarts brats were gathering. But not before that there was a third person on the press box. A stranger of the female sort, with dark hair and a coat that he'd probably have to sell both of his eyes in order to be able to afford it. Who on Circe's name was this? A new reporter? Surely not! The Daily Prophet quarters were already a mine of estrogen, they hardly needed any more female writers. When the woman gave him a pointed look, Howe merely nodded in silent greeting and focused on the students. Keep your eyes on the brats. Keep your eyes brats, Howe. But, look at that! An employee was walking towards them, "Good day, Marshall." She said, with a smile, and wondered slightly if perhaps Plymouth would wear such a t-shirt considering none of them seemed to have thought it appropriate to wear it. She may make Plymouth do so. Her eyes caught the man focusing on the students...there were other guests, you know? "Reminiscing about your Hogwarts years?" she asked the Layout Editor.