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Jan 24, 2019 12:39:34 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2019 12:39:34 GMT -7
december 30, 2024 Rose had returned to Hogsmeade more out of morbid curiosity than anything. The dragons that had descended upon the village hadn't been kind to it whatsoever, and there was rubble and splintered wood practically everywhere. It had been two days since the rampage, so there had already been some progress made on repairs to the village, but it still looked different than it normally did. The festival was still continuing on, which Rose found equal parts admirable and disturbing. It was strange, how people had the mentality that everything had to continue on as normal, even when nothing was. Then again, she was sort of doing the same thing, wasn't she? She was telling herself that it was okay that the family that she had known her whole life was dissolving in more ways than one. And sure, her parents divorcing wasn't like a dragon attack in the sense that it was violent or destructive, but it definitely was life-altering.
One of those alterations was that Rose wasn't quite sure she believed in love anymore. It had seemed to her like her parents were meant to be - best friends who almost fell apart, but decided that each other was what they wanted. Maybe it was silly to put that sort of weight on her parents' relationship. Her aunts and uncles were all doing quite well maritally, as far as Rose knew, and plenty of them had met while in school as well. Not that Rose was going to be marrying her Hogwarts sweetheart, since she had no such person. Enough ruminating on love, though. Rose paused, stooping down in the street to examine a patch of cracked cobbles and see if she could do anything to fix them.
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Jameson Hera Blishwick
HOGWARTS ALUM LOVE WEAVER DAILY PROPHET NEWS REPORTER
174 posts
played by Chanel
on my own terms, or not at all.
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Feb 2, 2019 9:55:38 GMT -7
Post by Jameson Hera Blishwick on Feb 2, 2019 9:55:38 GMT -7
THOUGH JIMMIE HAD NOT BEEN PRESENT WHEN dragons had descended on Hogsmeade, she had read about it the very next day. Her voracious appetite sending her out to every wizarding news agent she could find, cursing herself for not being there, at the heart of such a story. But, also worrying about those hurt, though this came as an unfortunate secondary thought.
Her intention had been to go and look at Hogsmeade immediately, but she was stopped at once. It wasn't safe yet, the place was in ruins - which of course only heightened her curiosity. She'd been stuck wondering at home - peering at photographs taken, and pacing restlessly until the station was open once again and she was permitted to enter. She road the train with a satchel full of supplies. Her self-inking quill, a fresh roll of parchment and an old recorder she'd purchased from a lovely inventor in town.
Stepping out of the station, Jimmie was assaulted by the aftermath. Carts trundling along, spelled to pick up mounds of stones that had been pushed in to great piles. It stole her breath, to see the enchanting little village torn to ribbons. From the claw marked stones, to the sheets of roofing cracking underfoot. She felt something in her wobble, as she realised the depth of which she'd stepped in to. But, the people around her gave her strength. They were calling back and forth, locals all around helping patch up broken windows and filling in roofs, wands at the ready.
She was looking up, a slight smile on her face as she watched two men laugh as they balanced on the rim of a roof together. But, her lack of attention meant she almost stepped on somebody. Her shiny Mary Jane knocked against someones foot and she looked down in surprise. "Sorry!" She said quickly, stepping back to give them some space before curiosity took over. "What are you doing?" She asked, peering down at the cracked cobblestone. And then she saw their face. "Oh!" She interjected, a slight smile overtaking her face. "Rose... hi."
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Feb 3, 2019 11:50:12 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2019 11:50:12 GMT -7
Rose should have known better than to kneel down in the middle of a rather crowded walkway, but she hadn’t been thinking of common sense when she had noticed the broken cobble. She almost paid the price for it, as someone nearly stepped on her – nearly being the operative word, thankfully. Rose was intending to turn around to see who had almost tripped over her, but then the stranger asked what she was doing. Rose couldn’t help but launch into a complicated explanation. “I’m trying to figure out if it would be better to transfigure one of the broken cobble parts into a whole stone, or use some sort of sealing charm to bring all of the parts back together. Reparo seems deceptively simple – if it were that easy wouldn’t someone have done it already? Or was there just -”
Rose was interrupted by the stranger saying her name, at which point she realized it wasn’t a stranger who had almost run into her at all. Small world, Rose thought to herself as she smiled up at Jimmie. “Hi. Sorry for talking your ear off, Jimmie, I’m just -” She cut herself off before she could launch into another long-winded explanation about her examination of the cobble. “Can you believe it!? Dragons.” Maybe it wasn’t the most graceful of conversation starters, but Rose figured everyone had something to say about what had happened at Hogsmeade.
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Jameson Hera Blishwick
HOGWARTS ALUM LOVE WEAVER DAILY PROPHET NEWS REPORTER
174 posts
played by Chanel
on my own terms, or not at all.
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Feb 3, 2019 15:55:49 GMT -7
Post by Jameson Hera Blishwick on Feb 3, 2019 15:55:49 GMT -7
PLEASANTRIES WERE NOT THE FIRST THING ON Rose's mind, clearly. Her attention was otherwise occupied. Jimmie tugged on the knees of her slim legged trousers, bending down to inspect the cobblestones with her. There were a few that were cracked, sure to catch a passerby's toes and send them sailing to the ground. Jimmie frowned, peering but not touching as she considered the damage. "I suppose it depends," She said seriously, looking at Rose. "There's a lot to repair, it probably just slipped their mind."
Jimmie hadn't come to help with repairs, so she stood, but she didn't leave. Of course, the village was filled with people doing their very best to get the streets back as they were. She felt a little bad for letting her curiosity overtake her humility and shifted from foot to foot. "Dragons!" Jimmie gave a little laugh, but this time she was just as invested as Rose. "I'll say," She said, crossing her arms casually as she thought about it. "It was the last thing I expected to read in the paper." And she had, multiple times, from multiple different accounts.
Interest quickly seized her though, and she stepped toward Rose, dipping her chin conspiratorially. "Were you there?" She asked, wonder in her eyes. She hadn't spoken with anyone that had been present as they'd attacked. "The papers say Hebridean Black's." Though Jimmie hadn't been able to find a single paper who accurately detailed just how many. From the damage, there was a few. "From the MacFusty Reserve..." Which was especially scandalous.
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Mar 23, 2019 16:14:35 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2019 16:14:35 GMT -7
Jimmie said there was a lot to repair, which was definitely true. Rose felt bad for judging the volunteers and shop owners who were trying to piece Hogsmeade back together, but only a little. Cobblestones were an important part of being able to transport people and goods through the village, and they ought to be in good shape. She cast a simple Reparo, and that seemed to do the trick, indicating that it really was just a matter of having a lot to repair and not enough time to do it all. Maybe she could volunteer to help one of the shop owners over the weekend, Rose thought idly.
“I think my uncle must’ve gone bananas when he heard,” Rose said. She didn’t think Uncle Charlie had been in Hogsmeade when the dragons had touched down, otherwise they might’ve gotten under control a little easier. Of course, that could just be Rose overestimating her uncle’s competence – even a trained dragon handler couldn’t wrangle a dozen dragons by himself.
Rose nodded when Jimmie asked if she had been present. “It was insane. Almost like a dream.” Rose still couldn’t believe it had happened. “I didn’t realize they were Hebrideans, though.” Not like Rose was particularly interested in dragonology, but she felt bad for not being able to summon that fact. It went against her whole thing of knowing everything. She furrowed her brow when Jimmie said the dragons were from the reserve. That was almost worse than wild dragons coming down to play. “Wonder what happened…” It wasn’t like the people on the reserve would just let the dragons go, would they?
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Jameson Hera Blishwick
HOGWARTS ALUM LOVE WEAVER DAILY PROPHET NEWS REPORTER
174 posts
played by Chanel
on my own terms, or not at all.
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Apr 9, 2019 3:55:28 GMT -7
Post by Jameson Hera Blishwick on Apr 9, 2019 3:55:28 GMT -7
JIMMIE KNEW THERE WAS A WEASLEY DRAGON specialist somewhere, but there were so many of them that she often got confused about who was related to whom. So she simply laughed slightly, nodding when Rose mentioned her uncle. "The... dragon specialist, right?" She asked curiously, wondering if he'd been there and secretly wishing she could interview someone who knew why a group of dragons would behave in such a way. Jimmie hadn't heard of so many attacking a village, well... ever. It felt like a big story waiting to happen.
Excitement fizzled under Jimmie's straight face as Rose admitted that she had been present. She reeled back, nodding slightly as she spoke about it, carefully cataloguing all that she said. "I bet it was..." She muttered, giving the girl plenty of room to fill the silence with chatter about the finer details. Though, she couldn't help her slight frown of concern as she asked, "Where you hurt?" She'd read that there had been a few injuries, varying in severity, but as far as she knew nobody had died, thankfully.
That was indeed a pressing question for Jimmie. The release had seemed tactical in nature, and Jimmie had read about the following attack on Azkaban as well. "It seemed deliberate," Jimmie said, looking across the square to where there were a defined line of claw marks down one side of the building. "If you wouldn't mind..." Jimmie began, stuffing her hands in her pockets as she dropped her head nervously. "I'd love to interview you." It might be too soon to ask such a thing, but she couldn't help herself. 'If you don't ask, you don't get!' Her grandma used to say. Before promptly refusing to give her as she asked.
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May 21, 2019 6:23:31 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on May 21, 2019 6:23:31 GMT -7
Rose nodded when Jimmie clarified that her uncle was a dragon specialist. “As opposed to my uncle the joke shop owner… who might also go bananas, actually.” Uncle George could find the funny side in anything, so it wouldn’t surprise her at all if he managed to make even the most serious of events something exciting. It was a blessing and a curse, as far as Rose was concerned – wasn’t there a way her family could be a little more serious? She took a deep breath to calm herself before she could get going on a tirade about the lack of seriousness in her family. Joke shops were an important societal pillar, which she recognized and even partook in. That was okay.
“No, I wasn’t. I was with my mum the whole time, and,” she lifted her shoulder in a shrug. Rose’s mother was, as far as she was concerned, the most formidable woman on the planet. Getting hurt when she was around was almost beyond the realm of Rose’s comprehension – and she could comprehend a lot. “And an Auror-in-training, and you know how they are.” Rose cracked a smile. Aurors in general were, well, Aurors, and the trainees had a lot to live up to.
The idea of the dragons attacking Hogsmeade being deliberate didn’t sit well with Rose, but it did seem to be the most likely option; it wasn’t like dragonologists made a habit of accidentally releasing some of the most dangerous dragons in the world. Jimmie asked for an interview, and Rose blinked once before nodding. “Sure, I suppose.” She fidgeted slightly. “For the school paper, right?” She wanted to be sure she knew what she was getting into.
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Jameson Hera Blishwick
HOGWARTS ALUM LOVE WEAVER DAILY PROPHET NEWS REPORTER
174 posts
played by Chanel
on my own terms, or not at all.
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Jun 13, 2019 8:29:08 GMT -7
Post by Jameson Hera Blishwick on Jun 13, 2019 8:29:08 GMT -7
JIMMIE HAD FORGOTTEN HAD FAR THE WEASLEY family spanned. She grinned, "Oh yeah!" Looking out across Hogsmeade in the general direction of the big, loudly painted shop. "Wheezes," She shortened it, though she rarely set foot in the store. Jimmie wasn't a big fan of pranks. Less so when they were committed by cocky Head Boy's named Hugo. She felt the corners of her mouth begin to pull down as she realised Hugo was Rose's brother. It made her shift awkwardly.
Nodding her head, Jimmie found herself mentally noting the details as Rose spoke. It only occurred to her fully then that she could probably interview her, if she agreed. The idea was like a bug in her brain, and she couldn't let it go. "Ambitious?" Jimmie said, joking lightly as she stuffed her hands in to her pockets. "Or... massive know-it-alls?" Her face scrunched as she snorted slightly. Jimmie had never understood the blind competitiveness that seemed to go hand-in-hand with every student she'd ever met that ended up training to be an auror. Except maybe Grey, but Jimmie had never understood that boy since she'd first met him.
"Yeah!" Jimmie said cheerfully, excitement making her jumpy as she rocked on her heels. "I mean, if you don't mind?" She dipped her chin to look Rose straight in the eyes, careful to make sure she was fully on board before she pushed it any further. Jimmie had a way of bolstering over people to get what she wanted. Especially when it came to the paper. She never had the quiet charm of the previous editor in chief. Or the laziness of the one before him. "I think it's important that the students knows how serious this was..." She sobered her expression, head fully of silvery blonde hair tilting to one side. "Ya know?"
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Jul 16, 2019 15:08:42 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2019 15:08:42 GMT -7
Rose grinned, nodding, when Jimmie mentioned the name of her uncle’s shop. It was a little weird that her family was known for so many different things, from producing a Minister of Magic to being the best joke shop in the business, but she liked it. The world was her oyster, and there were still plenty of things she could do her family members hadn’t gotten their paws on yet. The trick would be finding what she wanted to do to make her name in the world.
“I was going to say cocky as ever-loving hell, but both of those work, too.” Albus hadn’t been put in Slytherin because he wasn’t ambitious, after all. Most would argue she was more of a know-it-all than her cousin, and Rose wouldn’t dispute that, but Jimmie didn’t need to know that part. “If you’re being attacked by dragons, though, there are few better people to be around.” Except for dragonologists, but they’d already established Rose had access to one of those and he hadn’t been with her when the attack on Hogsmeade happened.
“Of course I don’t mind!” Rose enjoyed being helpful when she could be, and like Jimmie said, it was important that students were informed. Just because kids were in Hogwarts didn’t mean they didn’t deserve to know what was going on in their world. Telling her side of the story also just pleased Rose in general – an aftereffect of having a brother, or maybe a famous family. “Do you want to do it here, or…?” Rose didn’t know much about how interviews worked.
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Jameson Hera Blishwick
HOGWARTS ALUM LOVE WEAVER DAILY PROPHET NEWS REPORTER
174 posts
played by Chanel
on my own terms, or not at all.
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Aug 22, 2019 7:27:56 GMT -7
Post by Jameson Hera Blishwick on Aug 22, 2019 7:27:56 GMT -7
JIMMIE HAD HER OWN ASSUMPTIONS ABOUT THE sort of wizards that protected the streets. And Rose certainly did too. Jimmie tried to remember if she had many aurors in her family before she threw any more insults around. She simply couldn't recall, there were too many of them. "Well, at least we're in agreement there," Jimmie laughed in relief, curling a strand of hair around her ear with a sheepish smile.
"I suppose," She shrugged, still smarting at the fact that she'd missed all of the action and couldn't dispute her claim at all. "Except maybe a dragonologist." Jimmie couldn't help herself, snickering slightly with a lift of her brows. That, of course, was obvious. Plus, Jimmie had a thing about aurors. They were incredibly secretive and reportedly impossible to interview for stories. She disliked that rumour most of all.
At Rose's acceptance, Jimmie's demeanour perked up considerably. Her grin beaming as she looked across the small, cobble stoned square in brief thought. "No, we'll go somewhere a bit more comfortable I think." She crossed over to Rose and looped her arm in hers, just in case she had second thoughts. "I'll buy you a butterbeer!" She declared, feeling alight with possibility and the buzz of a fresh new story coming to mind. "You can tell me all about it." She led them both across the square towards the Three Broomsticks.
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