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Post by Administrator on Jul 10, 2008 23:29:50 GMT -5
The office of intern reporter Melora Devlin.
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Post by Percy Weasley on Oct 19, 2008 22:48:33 GMT -5
Percy straightened his tie before rapping sharply on the door with his knuckles. In the chaos caused by the Ministry attack, he had almost forgotten about Ms. Devlin's frightful article. It was probably too late to demand a retraction, but maybe he could persuade her to write a new article giving the Ministry a little more credit.
"Ms. Devlin?" he called when his knock produced no result. "Ms. Devlin, it's Mr. Weasley, junior assistant to the Minister."
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Post by Melora Devlin on Oct 21, 2008 23:01:55 GMT -5
Melora considered herself a fairly productive woman. Things that needed to be accomplished, she accomplished--whether it be writing an article or fetching a cup of tea from the cute little cafe around the corner for her boss. While it was often the latter that preoccupied her time, she was admired for her expediency nonetheless.
Unfortunately, the image of her slumped over her desk, drooling on newspaper clippings gave little creedence to Melora's productive nature. Hearing a knock at the door, Melora pulled upright and raked a hand through her knotted curls. "Just a moment!" She called--unfortunately her voice was taking longer to wake up and her words slurred together into an incomprehensible mess of sound.
Vainly attempting to organize her desk, Melora adjusted her pencil skirt and blouse. Checking her reflection in the spoon she kept in the office to stir sugar into her tea, Melora decided her appearance left something to be desire. Unfortunately, nothing could be done about that now.
Opening the door, Melora was met by one Percy Weasley and she was fairly certain she knew what he was here about. "Mr. Weasley! How lovely to see you- must admit, I'm in something of a jam- you could come back later, yes? Lovely!"
Melora moved to close the door, but she rather fancied this wouldn't end so easily. You don't verbally attack the Ministry and then expect the Minister's assistant to be pleased as punch at you... even if you did drop his name in quite the positive light.
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Post by Percy Weasley on Oct 22, 2008 15:37:57 GMT -5
"Mr. Weasley! How lovely to see you- must admit, I'm in something of a jam- you could come back later, yes? Lovely!"
“What?” was all Percy had time to say before the door came flying toward his face. With more daring than he usually displayed, Percy thrust out his hand and stopped the door mid-slam. “Miss Devlin,” he said, leaning into his left hip to keep his weight against the door. “Our appointment has been delayed many times before. I simply must speak with you about that article of yours.” Its repercussions were starting to affect his work. He couldn’t walk down the halls of the Ministry without hearing muttered, “There goes our hero-s” accompanied invariably by dark glares. If this reporter didn’t write another article vindicating the Ministry then Percy would have to spend the rest of his career hiding in his office. Already he knew there were rumors spreading that he had paid off Miss Devlin to praise him in that article. The Junior Assistant to the Minister did not need to be facing charges of bribery so early in his career.
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Post by Melora Devlin on Oct 22, 2008 16:59:10 GMT -5
Wincing at the sound of Percy's hand colliding with the door, Melora knew it was either make a mad dash for the window or hear him out. Unfortunately, Melora's office was on the tenth floor and she was desperately afraid of heights. Thus, Melora would have to endure another one of her many fears: being yelled at.
"Well, I suppose I could spare-" she cleared her throat, "a moment or two. Come in, Mr. Weasley." Opening the door, Melora took a few strides back and nervously wrung her hands. "What about the article would you like to discuss? I-... I had hoped you might like it. I did write a good many positive things about you-... not that I was lying or anything! I truly think you are as proactive as I said you were." Melora blathered on nervously, awkwardly pacing until she found her way back to her desk.
Slipping into her chair, Melora motioned to the chair opposite her. "Please, have a seat."
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Post by Percy Weasley on Oct 22, 2008 17:29:49 GMT -5
"What about the article would you like to discuss? I-... I had hoped you might like it. I did write a good many positive things about you-... not that I was lying or anything! I truly think you are as proactive as I said you were. Please, have a seat."
“Thank you,” said Percy, forcing himself to sit up straight and not sprawl inelegantly in the chair. It had been another long week, and under other circumstances, he might have dozed off then and there. Unfortunately, now wasn’t the time for naps. “Miss Devlin,” he said, leaning forward and folding his hands on one knee. “I would have no objection to what you wrote about me – in fact, I would be flattered – had the glowing estimation of my character not been accompanied by such a negative picture of the Ministry.” Percy twisted his neck a little to work out the stiffness; the joints repaid him by aching more fiercely. “I have no desire to infringe upon the freedom of the press, but the way to described the Ministry’s workings was simply unfair. Everyone was working their hardest to acquire information about the attack in Diagon Alley; no one could be expected to be looking their best.”
Now came the most unsavory part of Percy’s plan, but it had to be done. “I know I cannot change your opinion by words alone, Miss Devlin. So I am here to offer you a guided tour of the Ministry, so you can see what it is really like.”
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Post by Melora Devlin on Aug 5, 2009 16:26:23 GMT -5
NEW DAY
Melora had recently taken a forced leave from the Daily Prophet. The second her boss had stormed into her office red-faced and shaking, Melora knew she was in for some bad news... and a potential beating. Looking back, the Prophet intern could not even remember why exactly she had been asked to leave.
Still, she had spent her time well and began writing a bit for a smaller paper company outside of London. Actually, despite being paid next to nothing, the job had been thoroughly enjoyable and mostly stress free. And still she found herself back in her cramped cubicle of an office with the desk smashed between file cabinets and the door that could only open a foot or so before catching against the ceiling high pile of boxes.
Apparently when she took her job at the Prophet, she had also signed some kind of contract that left her under their employment for some extended period of time. Things must have gotten pretty desperate if they were demanding Melora Devlin, story-less reporter extraordinaire, back.
Lifting her quill from the piece of parchment, a satisfied smile tugged at Melora's lips. Slapping it against the wall with spellotape, the glorious caricature of her boss now brightened the walls of the dark, dreary office. Pushing back her chair that half-foot of space left, Melora shimmied around her desk and slipped through the door into the bright light of the hallway.
She needed a coffee.
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