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Although the coffee inside the metal tins on top of the counter isn't exactly premium blend it's a high step up from its predecessor. Right next to the black metal tins of coffee are silver metal tins full of decent tea. It's quality isn't very good, as coffee, somehow, seems to be the preferred drink for the journalists of the Daily Prophet.
A small fridge is in place opposite of the counter and sink. Inside it are bottles of water, most likely belonging to the Managing Editor. There are also small lunch bags possibly from those who are low on cash or simply have a taste for homemade food. Occasionally, the small round table is graced with a box of donuts or pastries.
The old, possibly infested with magical bugs, couch has been discarded and replaced with a new black faux leather one. It doesn't give out a very warm and inviting feeling but at least it's illness free.
Ollie's trek through the Daily Prophet had been one of adventure, or at least exploration. How strange, too, that not so long ago, he had already completed a task of adventurous exploration and already he had done one yet again? Somehow, this task seemed longer, more drawn out, than the first, because the Daily Prophet Ollie had first discovered was no more. No sir, not at all.
Standing here, in the doorway of the lounge, he felt a peculiar sensation, as if he didn't really belong here. Perhaps that was, in part, due to his paint-stained threadbare garbs. Maybe it was time to pay Madame Malkin's a visit, he mused, and stock up on a new cloak or two. Feeling out of place, he tugged at the collar of his button-down shirt and peered into the room.
The whole of the Daily Prophet's make-over was astounding and unsettling. He was used to the dingy Daily Prophet, the low budget studio! Now, he was surrounded by shiny floors, clean walls, glass walls. An atmosphere of professionalism had finally been delivered to the Daily Prophet, but prestige and money was something Ollie was not used to, though really he ought to have been.
Finally he shuffled into the lounge and surveyed his surroundings. At once, his eyes went to the coffee pot and he moseyed along towards it. As soon as he had a pot of coffee set to brew, he made way to the couch and sank in. Though leather had a tendency to seem very offputting, at least this one was comfortable.
The young man squirmed on the couch before he removed his messenger bag from around his neck and shoulder.
It really was a lovely morning! Not that Vexia ever had a bad morning. In fact, she couldn't recall one morning where she wasn't in perfect condition. Being permanently 44 was a good thing, after all, Miss Rumpos (former Co-Editor of the Daily Prophet) had been in her prime that year.
Before she had that bloody stroke in that bloody office because of that bloody insolent lying---!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Men. They were all boorish and not worthy of any trust. Except for Hoshie Woshie. He was as sweet as pie. People just didn't know any better.
Fully intending to greet her soulmate early in the morning she headed for the lounge area, hoping to find him near the coffee maker. Swooshing through the closed door, Vexia's once upon a time copper colored hair billowed behind her.
She stopped abruptly, her mouth agape. "You are NOT my Hoshie Woshie!" Ew. What was that he was carrying? "Sweetheart, is that a purse."
Oh, Merlin and Morgana. There was a man with a purse in her Daily Prophet. UNACCEPTABLE.
A freaking woman just burst through the walls! And while he belatedly realized the woman was a ghost, he still felt the chill of alarm, the shivering crawl which rode his spine.
And then he screamed.
It wasn't a full scream - mostly just a yelp of panicked shock. But even still, he wailed and flailed his arms about just a bit in shock.
"Hoshie Woshie?" Ollie deadpanned and stared at the ghostly woman before him. In the time of her youth and life, she probably was a beautiful woman. It wasn't always easy to tell, whatwith the silver coloring, the translucency. He chose to ignore her question for the moment.
"Who are you? I've never seen you here before."
Better question.
Why had no one ever told him the Daily Prophet was haunted?
All the same, he couldn't help but study her color. So silver and clean and shimmery. Ollie was particularly fond of the way the silver of her ghostly form seemed to coat like a sheet of translucent silk, all the other colors.
The man with the purse was screaming. Actually, it was more like screeching. Pursing her lips, Vex turned her face away from the source of the UGLY sound. The only thing uglier than his whimpy yelling was his flailing arms.
"I asked you a question first, Mister..." Insolence. Mister Insolence. "However, since I'm no where near as rude as you, I'll introduce myself."
Slowly, a crooked grin stretched across her lips just as Vexia reached out with one shimmering hand. "The name is Vexia Rumpos," declared the deceased editor, running her hand down/through the man's face. "And now, who are you and why are you bringing in that awful purse?"
"You were the ones asking questions prior to introductions," pointed out the young man. "I hardly think you any less rude than I. In fact, I didn't go bursting into some room and lament that I was not your Hoshie Woshie."
...was that Hoshino? Hoshi... woshie? Ollie did his best to resort a chortle, but it came out in the form of a snortle. Oh Merlin, of course the only one to get away with calling Ian Hoshino such an atrocious name would be a ghost whom he'd not be able to do anything about.
Olliver eyed the ghostly woman's hand and wondered if he was meant to... er... attempt to shake it. Would it be rude to just let it hang there? In the end, he chose to reach out to the spectral hand and followed the motions of a handshake. Er...
"My name is Olliver Stratton," introduced the young man, flipping his sand-colored hair from his eyes. "And I do not carry a purse."
As if this Miss Vexia Rumpos would need proof, Olliver drew his bag into his lap and opened it.
"I use it to carry everything I need for work." He pulled out drafts of articles, folders, quills and ink. Following that, he shuffled his art supplies: a baggie containing charcoal; tiny pots of oil contained with sealed lids; a handful of paintbrushes and more wrapped in plastic; canvases, some with partially completed landscape paintings and others completed and stashed away. "It'd be rather difficult to commute with all of these all the time."
Sooo...Miss Knoll was on her way to her newly remodeled office! Oh, the excitement! Hopefully, people would have taken her insight and made things like she wanted, not that they HAD to be done exactly the same, but, yes.
She was on her way to the office and...she couldn't help overhear...
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Originally Posted by Vexia Rumpos
Slowly, a crooked grin stretched across her lips just as Vexia reached out with one shimmering hand. "The name is Vexia Rumpos," declared the deceased editor, running her hand down/through the man's face. "And now, who are you and why are you bringing in that awful purse?"
...Vexia Rumpos?
"Why, excuse me, are you Vexia Rumpos, once Editor of the Daily Prophet?" Sienna asked, if the ghost was actually the famous former (a long time ago) Editor, then her theory about Enrico's disappearance could be somewhat true, and the position could be somehow cursed.
Oh! Hoshino!
The atmosphere in the Prophet felt different somehow. Was that why Ian decided to remodel the place?
"Uh," breathed out Vexia, turning her shimmering body sideways as she observed this Stratton fellow over her shoulder. He had all sorts of ridiculous stuff in that purse of his. He seemed more like a hippy artsy fellow than a journalist. Vex felt slightly sorry for him. She felt even sorrier for the Prophet, really. "You can say that again, darling."
Then, a voice interrupted her thoughts. A Fan! Or, at least an educated living soul in the premises that wasn't her Hoshie Woshie. Spinning her ghostly form, she smiled at the woman. Ah. Yes. Of course.
"That'll be me," she admitted with a little giggle, flipping her hair over her shoulder before circling the blond woman. "You're a smart woman, I assume you're in charge of this man?" inquired Rumpos, pointing a silvery finger at Stratton.
It was her. Literally. Well, she had the looks and the attitude of a former Editor for sure. Except *sigh* Enrico.
"Oh! It is such a pleasure to meet you..." she started to say, though it would've been nicer to meet the woman while she was alive, or sooner in the Prophet, yes, how come she'd never seen her until now? But Sienna didn't get a chance to continue with her first inquiry, because...
Yes, she was a smart woman, and Miss Rumpos was simply extraordinary, but, er, what man? Oh, his name was Olliver, right? He was one of the new hires before the remodeling. "Well, sort of, his own Section Editor would be in charge of him, really, but I believe me to be in charge of him too, why?" it wasn't until now that Sienna took his eyes away from Vexia Rumpos and looked at Olliver.
And all the things that were scattered in the table.
"Um, Olliver, are you selling things in the Daily Prophet?" she asked, with the nicest voice ever! If he wanted to sell things she could find him a spot as a vendor outside the Prophet (but very far away from the Prophet).
★ BabyQuad ★ PERRY THE PLATYPUS ★ Ern's Fave ★ dangerous with brooms ★
Ah! Today was a nice day. Today was a day for relaxing and just...relaxing! Entering the lounge Lyric wasn't sure what to think...everything was different. She knew that they had gone through a 'makeover' that was obvious but this change...was BIG.
And it actually made the Daily Prophet seem as high maintenance as they let on. A small smile appeared on her face. This was actually a good change, new couch new floors new everything! It was refreshing! The Brazilian made her way over to the pot of coffee which someone had just put on, pouring herself some she went over to the table and sat down. There were some people here but it was still quite and relaxing. The perfect day!
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James had slept on that bloody couch and overnight they'd turned the place upside down and changed it all. He looked rubbish - but he'd needed to finish that article. And it was done. Finally. A scrawled, much edited piece of parchment on the coffee table. He woke up disorientated and blurry. How had they managed to remodel without him waking up? Whoah, that was weird.
He rubbed his eyes and scooted toward the smell of coffee taking the coffee from the human that had been holding it, he took a deep draught and smiled. Aah, a nice morning.
★ BabyQuad ★ PERRY THE PLATYPUS ★ Ern's Fave ★ dangerous with brooms ★
Lyric had been great, fine, HAPPY EVEN. Until some moron snatched her coffee out of her hand. Who did they think they were!? This was not some third world country where everyone needed to share everything they had! Wipping her head around Lyric glared at the person who had done it.
Of course. It was none other than Parker. "WHAT do you think you are doing?" Lyric yelled shrilly. "Are you PURPOSELY trying to upset me? Give me back my coffee you brain dead troll-" Lyric stopped. Wait eewww he already drank some. "GO and get me some more you buffoon!"
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James groaned as he heard a really high pitch voice interupt his morning coffee. Grumbling, he took a deeeeeep draught as compensation. "Shush woman." Couldn't a man drink his coffee?
Wait..her coffee?
Oops.
SHEEET. Lyric would get him now.
He snickered to himself as she changed her mind. Now that she didn't want it back, James pressed it into her hand. "There you go, love. Happy day isn't it?" He laughed nervously. Hopefully she wouldn't blow her top.
★ BabyQuad ★ PERRY THE PLATYPUS ★ Ern's Fave ★ dangerous with brooms ★
SHUSH SHUSH!!! THIS MAN WAS GRRRRRRR.
Lyric couldn't even think of any proper words to say to him right now. She just wanted to hex him and hex him and CONTINUE hexing him until he got the point. This was absolutely unacceptable!
No freaking way. He SERIOUSLY did not just put the cup back into her hand. REALLY NOW? Glancing at him for a second, she took a deep breath. "Not really." With that Lyric smirked and turned the cup over onto James's lap.
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James had thought this woman was crazy, but Lyric was absolutely blooming mental!
"WOMAN! WHAT!? was that for?!!?!?!?!?" He yelped, swiping at the hot coffee with his hand. Finally returning to his wits, he pulled out his wand and cleaned up the mess.
"LYRIC BRANT - you fiesty, mental, cow! Apologise! This INSTANT!" Normally with woman, James was chivalrous - with Lyric he just wanted to find a huge hole and curl up. She scared the bejezus out of him. "You could've permanently SCARRED ME!" Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned but seriously! All he'd done was take her coffee!!!! "Anger management classes, love. For Chrismas. I promise."
★ BabyQuad ★ PERRY THE PLATYPUS ★ Ern's Fave ★ dangerous with brooms ★
Lyric yawned but her smirk never left her face. This was actually quite entertaining. "Simple. You disturbed my peace and quite." She was not sorry in the least. Her reaction was totally understandable and his attitude gah- that was just appalling.
Standing up she made her way back to the counter and prepared TWO cups of coffee. Perhaps this would give James sometime to cool down. Returning back to the table she pushed a cup toward him, rolled her eyes and too a sit of her own hot drink. "Cow eh? Excuse me but you are seriously diluted. I will NOT apologize for something that was not at all my fault. You took my coffee, DRANK from it and then expected me to drink from the filthy cup after your saliva was mixed into it?" Lyric glared at him as she said this.
She had just wanted a peaceful day.
"Getting scarred would teach you a lesson. Now you have something to write about." Taking another sip she bit down her tongue before she insulted him once more. It was fun but this seriously was NOT the place. "Really? Then I think I should get you new pants." Her voice dripped with sarcasm.
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Okay, so he could understand she'd be a little peevedbut Lyric was furrrious !!
It was totally uncalled for her to spill burning, scalding coffee on THAT area. Consequently, they were also his Cavalli trousers. Stuupiid womaaan.
She needed help before she cracked and poured burning, scaldung
coffee on his face. His pweeety face would be ruiiined
!
James smirked when he called him
diluted ! Tehehe, that was a PUN. What a fantastic writer she was Nuuuut!
He blatantly ignored her rant while dabbing at his pants. He didn't really care what she was saying.. hiiiis pants were wrt. Hmph. Dry cleaning was a chore.
But her comment about writing struck a nerve, "Shuuut up, Lyric! I doubt anyone would want to read a story about a crazy cow pouring coffee on my pants unprovoked.."
New pants? "You can't afford my pants, woman." Hmph.
★ BabyQuad ★ PERRY THE PLATYPUS ★ Ern's Fave ★ dangerous with brooms ★
Lyric twitched. Would this mad man STOP calling her a cow!? It was obvious that he had not been paying attention what so ever and THAT was a waste of her time. She had better things to do than to put up with this.
Tucking a strain of hair that had escaped her ponytail behind her ear, Lyric knew that she had had enough. "Why don't you shut up it's obviously something that you're not used to."
WHAT?!?! Was he calling her POOR?! This man probably got his pants from a dumpster!!! "Really? Because last time I checked we have the same job so if I can't afford it then neither can you.". She spoke slowly so she could get through the thick head of his. "Now please stop talking to me, you're not an important person. You're just a waste of space." Lyric stood up and went over to the other end of the table.
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Lyric twitched. Would this mad man STOP calling her a cow!? It was obvious that he had not been paying attention what so ever and THAT was a waste of her time. She had better things to do than to put up with this.
Tucking a strain of hair that had escaped her ponytail behind her ear, Lyric knew that she had had enough. "Why don't you shut up it's obviously something that you're not used to."
WHAT?!?! Was he calling her POOR?! This man probably got his pants from a dumpster!!! "Really? Because last time I checked we have the same job so if I can't afford it then neither can you.". She spoke slowly so she could get through the thick head of his. "Now please stop talking to me, you're not an important person. You're just a waste of space." Lyric stood up and went over to the other end of the table.
James frowned as her eye seemed to twitch retardedly. "Err.. you right there? You seem to be.. twitching?"
Shut up? She was right, he wasn't used to it but that didn't mean he was going to start now. "Look Lyric, I'm sorry I spilled your coffee but SERIOUSLY, overreaction much?" He was voting 'Yes' with both hands.
Pff. She was so illogical. "There's a thing called prior occupation and another thing called inheritance and this third amazing thing called logic - which you've called to use here." He snickered. One - nil James! "First you twitch, now you talk slow.. have you taken your meds?" He winked and rolled his eyes at her tirade. "Has anyone ever told you that your really anti-social?"
★ BabyQuad ★ PERRY THE PLATYPUS ★ Ern's Fave ★ dangerous with brooms ★
Okay this man was offically-just GAH. She hated him. End of story, no more redos. "I did not." She replied back glaring at him. "If you had gotten me a new cup perhaps your legs and pants wouldn't have suffered." Perhaps.
Inheritance? What had he inheritance a bad attitude and an ever worse taste in fashion? "Inheritance? Really? No wonder your as dumb as a board all you rich kids are the same." Lyric rolled her eyes. Really now? James didn't honestly think she was poor? She came from a PUREBLOOD family unlike this buffoon. She could afford far more in the wizarding world than he ever could from Muggles. "My family line dates back from generations. My great grandmother was actually best friends with Draco Malfoy. So trust me James, my family has money. And I probably have a bigger inheritance than you could imagine." She didn't doubt it. Her life just didn't revolve around money.
"I've realized that. Traveling a lot and not being able to stay in one place for more than a few months does that to you." She said dryly ignoring his comment about the meds.
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She simply wasn't in the mood for it. She had a horrible interview that had left her shaken and now she had to go break up two colleagues like they were her children. She walked into the lounge area her heels almost sending sparks with the force of her stomps. She put her hands on her hips and glared at James and Lyric. "What in the devil is going on in here?" she demanded. She looked at the state of James pants and raised an eyebrow.
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And Eternity in an hour♣♣
James snorted, "YOU didn't give me time to get you a new cup. You just went and poured hot coffee on me. Craazy woman.."
With most women he could deal with, Lyric got on his NERVES!
"Whatever Lyric..." But when he heard that SHE was a pureblood and she was rich he snapped. "You hypocritical WENCH! You calling yourself DUMB? He said accentuating the word with a snap of his fingers in her face. Pfeuf. She got his BP running in the mornings.
He rolled his eyes, "I've travelled all my life - I'm hardly anti-social. I think you WANT to disclude yourself from people. So you feel safe and whatever," He wasn't even psycho-analysing just commenting.
He turned at the sound of a voice and grimaced as he saw Egypt. "Goodmorning, Egypt. This BEAST is going nuts.." He slumped into the couch and groaned. "What a horrible morning.."
★ BabyQuad ★ PERRY THE PLATYPUS ★ Ern's Fave ★ dangerous with brooms ★
To be honest this was Lyric calm. If you wanted to see her angry....well that would have been her a few minutes ago when she had poured the coffee onto Parker`s lap. "Hello Egypt. Parker here was just being an idiot and decided to disturb my morning with his rude antics. He learned the hard way that, that leads to getting hot coffee poured on you." She could have done something worse. But the coffee had just conveniently been in her hands at the moment. By the look on her face she did not seem amused. "Bad morning I presume?"
"Of course I'm a hypocrite. You should know by now that everyone in the world is. I'll even admit it. And if that makes me seem coincided or stubborn or just plain mean? Then be it." James had some seirous growing up to do. He had done it on purpose. But he just wasn't man enough to admit it. And his name calling so was effective.
"That makes sense. But actually I would rather keep to my self then by that idiot who never stops talking who and acts like a fool that everyone wants to get away from." Cough. Cough. That should have been obvious. Lyric took another sip of her new coffee. Maybe it was time to leave? She didn't want any more confrontations with any co-workers.
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She looked at James as he called Lyric a...well she wasn't even going to think of that name. She pointed her wand at his mouth, using the soap washing non verbal. The same charm she used on her children hundreds of times when their mouths ran away with them. "James Parker if I ever hear that short of language tumbling out of your mouth there will be more of that." she wagged her wand at him.
She looked at Lyric wondering why someone would just want to start things for the sake of starting things. It didn't make any sense. "Well Lyric, I'm sure James didn't mean to interrupt you." She looked at James. "But there are far better ways to voice your displeasure at a turn of events. You didn't need to dump hot coffee on someone." she pointed out.
She sighed. "Yes I've had a bad morning and frankly you two fighting like my children just doesn't help things." She rubbed her temples and closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "So can we please shake hands and be friends again? I really don't like fighting." And she didn't.
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♣♣To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower♣♣
♣♣Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour♣♣
To be honest this was Lyric calm. If you wanted to see her angry....well that would have been her a few minutes ago when she had poured the coffee onto Parker`s lap. "Hello Egypt. Parker here was just being an idiot and decided to disturb my morning with his rude antics. He learned the hard way that, that leads to getting hot coffee poured on you." She could have done something worse. But the coffee had just conveniently been in her hands at the moment. By the look on her face she did not seem amused. "Bad morning I presume?"
"Of course I'm a hypocrite. You should know by now that everyone in the world is. I'll even admit it. And if that makes me seem coincided or stubborn or just plain mean? Then be it." James had some seirous growing up to do. He had done it on purpose. But he just wasn't man enough to admit it. And his name calling so was effective.
"That makes sense. But actually I would rather keep to my self then by that idiot who never stops talking who and acts like a fool that everyone wants to get away from." Cough. Cough. That should have been obvious. Lyric took another sip of her new coffee. Maybe it was time to leave? She didn't want any more confrontations with any co-workers.
Rude? Idiot? James snorted, "You're a psycho, anti-social, angry female. I apologised - you haven't apologised for spilling coffee on me..stupid cow.."
He reaally didn't like her.
What the...!!!??? "That totally disqualifies your little hissy fit! So you're.." He poked her in the shoulder to accentuate the pronoun, "A stupid, dumb rich girl." Ha! Win for Jamesy!
Mean? "No, Lyric. It doesn't make you sound like any of that - it makes you sound idiotic." Now he was just plain irritated.
Pff. "You make judgements on people you don't even KNOW! Keep going like that you'll die the krazy, kat lady." And with that, he fell onto the couch with a sigh.
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She looked at James as he called Lyric a...well she wasn't even going to think of that name. She pointed her wand at his mouth, using the soap washing non verbal. The same charm she used on her children hundreds of times when their mouths ran away with them. "James Parker if I ever hear that short of language tumbling out of your mouth there will be more of that." she wagged her wand at him.
She looked at Lyric wondering why someone would just want to start things for the sake of starting things. It didn't make any sense. "Well Lyric, I'm sure James didn't mean to interrupt you." She looked at James. "But there are far better ways to voice your displeasure at a turn of events. You didn't need to dump hot coffee on someone." she pointed out.
She sighed. "Yes I've had a bad morning and frankly you two fighting like my children just doesn't help things." She rubbed her temples and closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "So can we please shake hands and be friends again? I really don't like fighting." And she didn't.
James gaped at Egpyt aghast, "MEE!? What about HER!?" That wasn't faaaaiiiir! But he was cut off as she aimed a spell at him and he choked on the soapy suds, "EGYPT!" He yelped, spitting soapy suds everywhere.
Women. HONESTLY.
When Egypt when mother hen on Lyric, James smiled sadistically. Now, she was getting her own. HA! Take that angry woman!
And then Egypt had spoken her own. Shake hands? Was she.. sane? "I'm not shaking her hand with a ten foot pole, let alone my precious hand. She might give it a disease.." Was anti-social, angryness contagious?
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