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[white_dream]

So a demon, an ex-turtle, and a personification of Dreams walk into an ofice

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[aj_crawley]

And the demon says, right, the demon says:

"Evening, Mr. Jackson."

Click.

The door closes. Locks, even, though it shouldn't be able to, without a doorknob.

That was an ominous click.

[white_dream]

There is a faint, colorless smile on the male in white,

"We are about to inconvenience you, I am afraid."

Daniel does not at all look afraid. J.J. Jackson III, on the other hand, looks rather as though his worst nightmares came clomping into the room (thus explaining Daniel's small smile: J.J. Jackson is only lucky that they did not bring the Oompa Loompas).

[aj_crawley]

Crowley would have - because really, they're almost like flying monkeys, in a way - only the robes' pockets aren't that big.

"Now," he says pleasantly, taking a seat in front of the desk, "isn't this nice."

Flustered, the good editor opens his mouth, no doubt to enquire as to the meaning of this - this intrusion, but Crowley cuts him off.

"I was told the metamorphmagus story was closed."

[white_dream]

Daniel folds his hands into the sleeves of his robes and allows the smile to stay on his colorless lips.

J.J. turns a purplish-red color and attempts to lean away from both Crowley and Raph at once. He accidently meets Daniel's eyes when he tries to avoid looking at the story.

This was a mistake. He's sputtering, now.

[aj_crawley]

"Because funny thing is," he continues, not giving the editor time to reply, "the metamorphmagus in question had a little altercation with a photographer of yours, not yesterday afternoon."

He leans back in the seat, crossing his legs and steepling his fingers.

"That's not on, Mr. Jackson."

[white_dream]

"It is very unfortunate."

Daniel comments mildly,

"And we are rather inclined to make certain that we are not the most uncomfortable people in this situation."

There is a small, but perhaps telling, glance at Raph's doorknob.

[aj_crawley]

Mr. Jackson takes a deep breath, which dies in his throat as Crowley leans forward, and looks levelly at him over the tops of his sunglasses.

"Of course, there is a relatively easy way out of this... predicament. You lot print a retraction, and an apology. Our friends stop getting hounded, we get appeased, and you.... you get to avoid more, shall we say... unpleasantness."

[white_dream]

Perhaps not a swirly, but close enough from the valiant attempt the editor makes at trying to match Daniel's skin color.

Daniel takes a step forward, offering in silence a quill with which JJ Jackson can begin composing his retraction.

[aj_crawley]

The scratch of quill on parchment is oddly rhythmic.

It provides a nice counterpoint to the tap... tap... tap of Crowley's fingers on the arm of his chair.

[white_dream]

Amazingly the perfect words flow from brain to pen without pause for thought. If Crowley is reading as J.J. Jackson is writing, he won't have to correct so much as an implication.

This is Daniel's contribution to the situation.

J.J. writes for several minutes before passing the paper along. The phrases, "Or everyone involved is fired with prejudice" and "I will devote my life to stricter paparazzi laws on pain of pain" show up in the copy for Crowley to bring back to Tonks.

[aj_crawley]

The demon grins widely, and in a manner that might almost - almost - be called pleasant, as he folds his copy into his pocket.

"Now, see? That wasn't so bad, was it?"