WRITER
columnist for the
daily prophet
freelance author
23 years old
Mixed-Blood
Single
Maria
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Post by Arya T.S. Green on Jul 22, 2013 12:47:28 GMT -6
She slammed her laptop closed as the hum from the printer finally stopped. A light brown tabby cat took this moment to promptly stand on the closed, slightly warm laptop. The cat paced on the laptop for a second and slowly, but gracefully, lay down on top, curling her body into a ball. Suddenly, a second cat jumped up onto the desk, walked around the cat now on the laptop and, realizing he was too late, prodded the female cat with a paw before jumping back down off the desk. The female cat did not move a muscle. Sitting absolutely still, the girl grinned as she watched her two adult cats interact with one another. Rora was often faster than Philip these days when it came to who was to sit on the laptop. The babies of course didn't even bother trying; they knew their parents would beat them every time. But they did know that if their mother won, she would attempt to make room for her babies.
As if on cue, Eric, Flynn, Adam and Henry came running toward the desk. Arya quickly lowered her desk chair and got off it. She pretended to be busy with the papers she had printed off the printer as the kittens began climbing the chair but of course, in reality, she was keeping a sharp eye on them. She had bought them a giant cat scratch tower complete with four "beds" at different levels and built-in activities that she had placed beside the desk but the four insisted on climbing her chair if they could help it. Once she saw that they were all on the chair, she raised the chair as high as it could go and watched as the kittens hopped onto the desk and raced to their mother. Arya laughed as she shoved the papers into an already full folder which she placed in a blue sidebag. She slung the bag on her shoulder and headed out the door of her flat.
Emerging into her busy London street, she adjusted her blue peacoat jacket so that it covered her bum completely as she was wearing tights with a white sweater that morning. She had decided to keep her wavy hair down despite the wind. It was a bit nippy but at least it wasn't raining or snowing that day. Arya weaved through the streets, somewhat in a hurry to get to the Daily Prophet office in Diagon Alley. She had promised the editor of the Sunday Prophet that she would bring in all her work that morning. Unfortunately, she realized she did not have enough time to grab some coffee at her local coffee shop and, as a result, pouted all the way to the Leaky Cauldron. Once inside, she gave the bartender a half-hearted hello - which was not normal for her, but she had missed her favourite coffee - and made her way to Diagon Alley. The streets here were also quite busy but she was thankful that it wasn't teeming with students trying to buy supplies. Those were the worst days.
As she neared the main of the Daily Prophet, she smiled a little to herself, proud that she had finished her short story for next Sunday's Sunday Prophet on a Thursday for once. Usually, she ended up finishing all her work - her own story as well as reading and choosing the good pieces by readers - on Friday night, which was the deadline each week. However, she had had time to read over the submitted works and write a short story faster this week because she hadn't gone out with her friends at all for the past few days. She started to hum one of her favourite Disney songs - A Whole New World - as she walked into the Daily Prophet. Instead of getting away from the door, she stood there too long and was hit by the door as someone else attempted to walk in. Arya quickly shuffled to the side and rubbed her head as she squeaked out a surprised, "Sorry!"
[ooc: so i read bradley's app and since bradley has been a columnist for so long, arya could probably be one of his fans. perhaps she has always liked the way he writes but has never met him before. so when they meet now, she'll be kinda starstruck :3 i hope that sounds okay  ]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 22, 2013 19:12:01 GMT -6
Castiel had stolen his parchment scroll. Yes, Castiel had stolen the parchment scroll upon which his Daily Prophet column was written and batted it all over the flat and just out of Bradley's reach all the time. No. No, he couldn't blame the cat. And not because it was a cat, either, but because that cat was his best friend, and he would know if Bradley used an excuse like that. The bottom line was that he was running late, and late was unacceptable when it came to his work ethic. To make matters worse, it was raining higher up in the clouds as he flew from his flat to the Daily Prophet headquarters in London to drop off his ramblings. That's all they were really, that's all they'd ever been. Bradley had never claimed to write anything especially worth reading, although the antics of his students and colleagues was amusing as hell more often than not. He'd nearly kicked the black cat on his way out the door, he was in such a rush. He made a seamless transformation and took off from his front stoop, only to drop back down beneath the lower clouds a few moments later with sodden feathers.
Thankfully, the straight-as-the-owl-flies route to the office was a rather short one, and Bradley was able to transform without much notice. He was registered anyway, so if anyone did see him it wasn't like he was out there breaking rules left and right. He straightened his charcoal-grey wool coat, flipping the collar up against the wind, and walked the extra block to reach the building he was aiming for, doing his best to sidestep anyone in his way. He kept his head down as he went, the chilly November air whipping at the hem of his coat. His hands remained warm deep in his pockets as he walked, the corners of his eyes pricking as they threatened to stream. Bradley's fingers clamped onto the scroll in his pocket as gingerly as he could to avoid tearing it; it was still damp from the sojourn in the clouds from a few minutes ago.
He pushed into the glass door with his full weight, being rather on the desperate side to get out of the chilly air today, and was startled when it thumped into something. More accurately, someone. Bradley's eyes went wide as he realized he'd run into someone and probably cut into the back of her heels with the stupid door. "Oh no no, I apologize." He slid through the door gap, which was about half its usual size, and turned to see if she was alright. "You're not hurt, are you?"
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tag Arya!
muse a bit short, but it's something :3
notes and something is always better than nothing xD
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WRITER
columnist for the
daily prophet
freelance author
23 years old
Mixed-Blood
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Maria
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Post by Arya T.S. Green on Jul 22, 2013 20:21:37 GMT -6
Arya suddenly froze and her hands flew instinctively to her shoulders where Rora and Phillip liked to sit when she went out. For a split second she had thought that she had brought along one of her cats like she always did but then realized why she had not that day: it was far too cold and the possibility of rain was too high. When she realized her cats were safe at home, she relaxed and slowly brought her hands down to her sides. She knew that if she had brought one of her cats, they would have either gotten injured - in the case of Phillip who was pretty fat now - or hissed and jumped away in the nick of time - in the case of Rora - only to run away. Arya never brought the kittens out because they were far too young and would not behave unlike their parents. Of course it wasn't hard to recognize her as a cat lady: her coats usually had some cat hair on them despite the fact that she cleaned them everyday. The cats simply loved sleeping on her coats.
Her head throbbed but she did not touch the area for fear of making the person who had opened the door feel guilty. She stepped aside as a man slid through the entrance and apologized for hurting her. She kept her head down and smiled reassuringly, somewhat embarrassed to have caused such a scene. His voice was a kind one and she began to feel sorry for even making the man worry for her. When he asked her if she was okay, she finally looked up to see the man's face and hopefully reassure him more directly. "I'm f-," she started and suddenly stopped as she stared at the man, her mouth literally hanging open in a large "O" shape. One hand flew to her mouth to shield his eyes from her open mouth as it refused to close. Her eyes widened in the process. She even took a step back and leaned outwards as she looked him up and down. When she was sure it was indeed who she thought it was, she straightened and let out a squeak of surprise.
"F-f-f-f-fairfax?!" she blurted out in surprise, her mouth finally allowing her to speak. "I read ALL your work!" she squealed and even hopped a little on the spot. She grinned and flushed as she grabbed his hand and shook it. "Nice to meet you at last, sir. I'm Arya and I am a BIG fan!" she exclaimed and continued shaking his hand, not wanting to let go. Finally, she realized some people were staring and suddenly let go of his hand, fixed up her hair and took a step back. She looked around guiltily, apologizing to the people she had bothered with her eyes and a nod. Arya coughed in her hand and turned back to Bradley Fairfax, the man that inspired her to work for the Daily Prophet.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2013 8:48:33 GMT -6
The young woman on the other side of the door appeared just as startled as he was. She started to answer and then froze, which perplexed him because he thought that with her being on the verge of declaring herself safely in one piece, she'd found something, a surprise cut or something, which made her not be alright, and his stomach dropped. A second later though, it twisted into a bewildered knot when she looked up at him with eyes the size of Galleons. Bradley wondered if she'd gone round the bend, except that the thump from the door hadn't been that hard, to go knocking the sense out of someone. Or had it? He waited with a concerned expression for the verdict.
And then it was his turn to feel taken aback, because the young woman very nearly threw herself at him in her enthusiasm to shake his hand. His surprise lent itself to his hand in the form of allowing it to go completely limp, so that she seized it with no trouble at all. The contact was like an electric shock that made Bradley's mind jump-start, and he squeezed her hand in return, wanting it to feel like actual human contact and not like she was thrashing a dead fish about the place. He blinked, mild interest crossing his face as he attempted to swallow what was left of his bewildered attitude. "Nice to meet you, Arya," he choked out finally, his free hand straying self-consciously to straighten the lapel of his coat and rake through his smoothly-greased hair.
"That's... well." He honestly wasn't sure where to begin, she'd flustered him with all of her excitement. "Thanks," he said finally, because she'd given him the compliment about his writing. "I honestly never knew I had 'fans'," Bradley confessed. His hands returned to his deep pockets, and his fingers closed around the damp scroll again. "I'm sorry, I'm actually running horribly late with this column." He attempted to sidestep the younger woman in order to make a beeline for the editor's office.
Fans. He had fans. The idea was ridiculously foreign to him -- after all, the main pair of topics he wrote about were the antics of his students and his cat, something that only people with absolutely nothing to do in their own lives should be interested in. Hence why it's called a human interest column, I suppose. But still, it felt... bizarre, to say the least. He wasn't some rock star or hugely-known Quidditch player, he was just a writer. Apparently anyone can have fans in this world. He rolled the idea around in his head. It was still awfully strange.
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tag arya!
notes it's not gonna go to his head, no worries xD
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WRITER
columnist for the
daily prophet
freelance author
23 years old
Mixed-Blood
Single
Maria
17 posts
0 likes
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Post by Arya T.S. Green on Jul 23, 2013 19:19:54 GMT -6
After leaving Hogwarts, she had been lost. She hadn't known what to do with her life but she did know that she loved to write. She had always read the Daily Prophet growing up but not for the headlining news - which actually interested Brayden, her brother, more than her. She read it for the interesting columns, such as Bradley Fairfax's. Unlike many of the other columns, his was charmingly simple but wonderfully written. While others may have found stories about the life of Bradley's cat boring, she found them delightfully engaging and just plain absorbing. She always felt like she could see exactly what his cat was doing and this alone was exhilarating enough. Just knowing that she wasn't just reading a story about any cat but a real cat had thrilled her. After first discovering his pieces in her 7th Year, she had forced her brother to register for a subscription to the Daily Prophet so they could send her one specifically. When she recovered from her bad breakup after 7th Year, it was Bradley's writing that inspired her to work for the Daily Prophet as well as write books on the side.
Ever since she had joined the Daily Prophet, she had thought about meeting Mr Fairfax but she knew the chances were slim because he was also a professor at Hogwarts. After asking around the office, she had also found out that he was only working part-time at the Daily Prophet. So Arya's hope of meeting him had died down to a small speck. Now she hardly thought about running into him when she dropped off her pieces to the editor. As a result, she had been taken by complete surprise when he had walked into the building moments after her. She wondered if she had her camera in her bag but realized she hadn't brought it with her. She sighed in her mind, realizing she would have to settle for her phone's camera. Arya returned her attention to Bradley as he spoke. A confused frown appeared on her face as he admitted to not knowing about his fans. She wasn't aware of any other fans - her brother had convinced her that making a fan club was a bad idea - but she knew she was his biggest fan. She smiled when she determined that he was probably being modest. What a man!
Arya felt a rush of excitement flow through her as he mentioned a column he was to hand in right then. She stepped aside to let him get to the editor but quickly began to follow him, skipping happily along behind him with her hands clasped behind her. She bit her lip, wondering if what she was going to say next would be appropriate or not. Where was Brayden when she needed him? "Umm... I was wondering... No, no you couldn't possibly... But I'd really like to-" she stammered and paused before collecting her thoughts. Perhaps such a request was not normal; perhaps she would scare him away. It was normal in her mind, why wouldn't it be to Bradley Dylan Fairfax? Arya took a deep breath and continued, "Sir, I was wondering if you would do me the honour of introducing me to Castiel."
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