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Jun 20, 2019 16:48:41 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jun 20, 2019 16:48:41 GMT -7
Simon didn’t like leaving his sister for long periods of time but he couldn’t keep watch of her every second of the day and some places were just easier to go to by himself. Giving Summer the last calming draught that he had prepared, Simon told her he would be right back after getting some things from Diagon Alley. He called the potion her medicine but really he gave it to her when he wouldn’t be around. It was just a precaution in case she had one of her tantrums while he was gone. She had been fine most of the day but the last thing he needed was to come back to her having destroyed their hotel room or worse. Summer seemed to accept that he had to go without any tantrums which was another relieving sign. It was hard to gauge just where his sisters mind was at any given time. Some moments she could almost seem her old self and others a totally different person. None of which was her fault.
Apperating from their room at a muggle motel he was quickly in a quieter part of Diagon Alley. Simon disliked just appearing out of no where surrounded by people and for that matter hated the people who did that as well. It was a rude an off putting act. Once Simon had his bearings he proceeded to go over the many things he needed to pick up. Most of which were all for Summer in one way or another. After a few potion shops and random stops Simon found himself in the book store just wandering the aisles. Pulling random books off the shelf and looking at them. Missing the days when he had free time to just read. That’s all he ever did he did was read and study, most would call that life boring but he enjoyed it. Now he’s living some exciting life on the run from two different groups of people. Turning the pages to a book he absentmindedly had a small chuckle at that thought.
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grey xavier slater
HOGWARTS ALUM DAILY PROPHET QUIDDITCH REPORTER
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played by Colin
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Jun 24, 2019 18:46:32 GMT -7
Post by grey xavier slater on Jun 24, 2019 18:46:32 GMT -7
@simontroy WHEN DOES THIS HAPPEN Stopping on the way to work to pick up the morning edition of the Daily Prophet had almost become a religious practice for Grey at this point. It didn’t matter that he could get a free copy of it at work – that was beside the point. He got a sense of fulfillment every time he forked over the one knut the paper cost, just so he could flip back to the Quidditch section and see the pieces he worked on. None of them had his name listed under the header yet since he was a few months out from being hired fulltime. Joining as an intern six months late sort of made that difficult. At the same time, he liked having the freedom to be pulled in any direction by the journalists. As the sole intern now, he took every odd job and information gathering task they had for him. A lot of those weren’t the most glorious of tasks but he was ready and willing regardless and that made them take notice of his eagerness. The one good thing that the Auror training had given him was discipline and the ability to really focus on the goal at hand. The other newer journalists from his graduating class probably couldn’t say the same thing from their work experience.
Today’s chosen shop to buy the paper at was Flourish & Blott’s. Grey didn’t typically find himself in the bookstore, but the line at the coffee joint he usually bought it from was exceeding max capacity in the little store front. He had time to kill before he was supposed to be on the clock anyways, having been assigned to one of the beat journalists for a Quidditch match that evening. The majority of his shift before that was going to be spent studying the players and figuring out the proper questions to ask regardless of whether they won or not.
Handing over the coin for the paper to the overly eager employee without making any semblance of small talk with her. He started flipping through the pages to try and locate one of the smaller blurbs he had focused on over the past weekend (which was supposedly slated for the morning edition) as he headed down a row of books. Walking into the person that was stood in the aisle wasn’t his intention at all, but having his nose practically stuck into the pages of the newspaper sort of decreased his field of view. “Sorry about that mate,” Grey apologized flatly, not bothering to look at the guy because he started to feel a few of the pages of his paper start to slip away from between his fingers. Once the pages were ruffled or folded over too many times, it was like playing with wet paper. It practically melted in his hands and threw itself all over the floor. This was the only reason he hated the Prophet. “Shit,” he muttered, taking a few steps down the aisle to try and catch one of the more elusive pages.
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Jul 26, 2019 7:27:11 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2019 7:27:11 GMT -7
Simon found himself sucked into on particular book for longer than he expected. Finding a book about healing injuries that he hadn’t come a crossed typically did that to the Ex-healer. It was his passion in life and what he still wanted to be once his sister and him could finally be safe. That was far from now he felt as they weren’t even living in a stable location. As he turned the pages he felt a sudden bump of someone else, it didn’t push him much but he was caught off guard by it. Part of him wanted to be annoyed but Simon knew he had been standing in an aisle reading, one of the worst places to do it.
Looking over the man quickly apologized quickly. He was clutching a newspaper also, it seemed like the daily prophet, but he wasn’t doing the best job of holding on to it after running into him. Simon closed the book but held on to it just encase he did buy as he watched the man finally lose the paper on the floor, a number of papers escaping him further down the aisle. He bent down to help him pick up a few of them. “It’s not a problem,” Simon finally spoke accepting the apology. “I shouldn’t have just been standing there distracted, it must have been one hell of a story by the way.”
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grey xavier slater
HOGWARTS ALUM DAILY PROPHET QUIDDITCH REPORTER
688 posts
played by Colin
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last online Mar 27, 2024 19:55:51 GMT -7
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Jul 28, 2019 10:24:30 GMT -7
Post by grey xavier slater on Jul 28, 2019 10:24:30 GMT -7
@simontroy WHEN DOES THIS HAPPEN Why wasn’t the Prophet charmed to keep all the pages together? That seemed like such a great concept that they were completely ignoring here. If they could make pictures move across its pages then they could surely enchant each copy to keep them stuck together in the case of wind blowing them away or idiots like himself dropping them all over the ground. It was certainly a good thought that he’d try bringing up during his next review, as long as he was officially hired on. Grey didn’t think his journalism career was going to start and end as an intern, especially if they already had him putting smaller pieces together like they had been doing. That was basically like saying he was hired.
“I wish,” he responded to the man as he picked the last few pages in his direction up, before turning back to face the guy he had just run into. “It was just the Quidditch scores for the weekend, and a small blurb from one of the coaches I interviewed. First thing I’ve actually had printed that wasn’t completely redone by my editor…” Shuffling the pages he had back into an order that was sort of correct, he frowned at the piece now that he had found it. It was only about a hundred words stating that the coach thought the team well, but they had more practice to put in before the next match. Nothing spectacular or breaking, unfortunately. “And you’re fine. I just have a habit of blocking everything out once I’m reading. Sort of a hard problem to break.”
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