Post by grey xavier slater on Feb 27, 2021 17:26:42 GMT -7
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He couldn’t imagine having to re-do all of his work. That was why his portion of the Quidditch coverage was all stat based. Score to miss ratios by chasers, the block percentage for keepers, and even successful bludger contacts for the beaters. Those were the sorts of things he normally looked for, at least. Tonight was a bit different since it was all hands on deck and the senior reporters wanted to be the ones to be taking down all of the stats, but that was just how it went. One day he would be up there in one of the press boxes doing that sort of thing. It certainly beat having to run around to organize photographs or getting help from someone to essentially sneak backstage. But that was why he was a reporter, so it sort of all came together at the end, in a way.
They stopped at the end of the hall at a door, which Tammy explained was the one that he needed to be at. It had gone by a lot faster than he had anticipated, realizing that he wasn’t going to need nearly as much catching up as he first thought. “Thanks. Not sure how I’ll be able to return the favor since I’m pretty low at the Prophet, but if you ever need to get in contact with one of the editors or something…” He wasn’t sure what sort of connections someone that worked for the League actually had with the Prophet, but he had heard his superiors talking about them before. It was a mutual working relationship from what he could tell, though the reporters weren’t always viewed as the ‘good guys’. He understood that.
Handing her one of his business cards, which only had his name and position as a junior reporter, Grey dipped through the open door, and into what looked like another back area, though this one had a few familiar faces from his department. Now all he had to do was make himself invisible from the people that would want to look at his access badge, and he would be set for the night.
They stopped at the end of the hall at a door, which Tammy explained was the one that he needed to be at. It had gone by a lot faster than he had anticipated, realizing that he wasn’t going to need nearly as much catching up as he first thought. “Thanks. Not sure how I’ll be able to return the favor since I’m pretty low at the Prophet, but if you ever need to get in contact with one of the editors or something…” He wasn’t sure what sort of connections someone that worked for the League actually had with the Prophet, but he had heard his superiors talking about them before. It was a mutual working relationship from what he could tell, though the reporters weren’t always viewed as the ‘good guys’. He understood that.
Handing her one of his business cards, which only had his name and position as a junior reporter, Grey dipped through the open door, and into what looked like another back area, though this one had a few familiar faces from his department. Now all he had to do was make himself invisible from the people that would want to look at his access badge, and he would be set for the night.
[THE END]
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