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Week Name/Date/Time: 'Promises and Plans' / Sunday, Oct 9th / 9 am
Location: Corridors
Open To: Any unfortunate victims.
Currently Involving: Rita Skeeter, Lucius Malfoy
..and the widened eyes of the children standing before them, staring up in awe. Yes, even they could recognise the illustrious grandeur that is Lucius Malfoy, Minister of Magic hopeful.
Sure, so the hallway was a bit, well, absolutely empty when they strolled through the doors, but it didn't stop that quill of Rita's from flying across the pages of her rose-scented, pink paper-laden notebook. "...you'd expect a much more.. warm welcome for someone such as yourself, Lucius," she said, brow quirking and hand motioning to the total nothing that greeted them. Ten minutes into their week together, and she was already lathering him up in her smooze and flattery. Thus was the way of Rita Skeeter.
Rita, of course, came prepared to work. Unfortunately, her standard of 'work' was a bit different than other journalists, but regardless. Red horn-rimmed glasses clung to the tip of her nose, and her poof of blonde hair was stylishly done to frame her face. Her suit? Crimson red silk edged with hot pink feathers. Shoes? Knee-high boots, shined to perfection. And, as always, the look on her face was the perfect depiction of what she felt inside.
Utterly unimpressed.
She was obviously dismayed by the lack of fanfair, pomp, and circumstance. So sure, they had shown up a bit earlier than expected, but at the same time, well, a week late. But they still should have known.
Immediately barraged by outstretched arms and questions...
Location: Corridors
Open To: Any unfortunate victims.
Currently Involving: Rita Skeeter, Lucius Malfoy
..and the widened eyes of the children standing before them, staring up in awe. Yes, even they could recognise the illustrious grandeur that is Lucius Malfoy, Minister of Magic hopeful.
Sure, so the hallway was a bit, well, absolutely empty when they strolled through the doors, but it didn't stop that quill of Rita's from flying across the pages of her rose-scented, pink paper-laden notebook. "...you'd expect a much more.. warm welcome for someone such as yourself, Lucius," she said, brow quirking and hand motioning to the total nothing that greeted them. Ten minutes into their week together, and she was already lathering him up in her smooze and flattery. Thus was the way of Rita Skeeter.
Rita, of course, came prepared to work. Unfortunately, her standard of 'work' was a bit different than other journalists, but regardless. Red horn-rimmed glasses clung to the tip of her nose, and her poof of blonde hair was stylishly done to frame her face. Her suit? Crimson red silk edged with hot pink feathers. Shoes? Knee-high boots, shined to perfection. And, as always, the look on her face was the perfect depiction of what she felt inside.
Utterly unimpressed.
She was obviously dismayed by the lack of fanfair, pomp, and circumstance. So sure, they had shown up a bit earlier than expected, but at the same time, well, a week late. But they still should have known.
Immediately barraged by outstretched arms and questions...