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bertha jorkins - sixteen - sixth year - gryffindor - future journalist

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idfcbabygirl:

whisper dirty things in my ear in public.

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portiadoll :

“You’re most welcome. If you need anything else, I’ll be here for another week or so. Please don’t do a Rita and twist my every word into something else. She’s already suffering the loss my lawyers put her through last time. I’d hate for it to happen to you.” she said, casually. 

     Bertha’s brows knitted into a frown at Portia’s comment; perhaps it had been well-intentioned, but, in her profession, it was quite the insult to be compared to Skeeter. “I work based on facts, Ms. Doll, not on gossip,” she told the other in a warning tone.

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evanrvsier :

“ contented as i can get. maybe i can publish a book about how not to fail at being a dad of triplets based off the many mistakes i encountered, how’s that sound?  maybe i can afford sending all my children to auror school or mediwitch school now that i can’t rely on my family’s fortune anymore. “ a bitter laugh.

     “That sounds like a best-seller to me,” she joked, shaking her head lightly at him. “I’m sure you’re doing just fine, Evan. I always thought you’d be a good father.”

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hcydcnhxwthcrne :

H kept quiet, squeezing his eyes shut in attempt to keep focus on the circulation of his blood, seeing if it picks up to accommodate to the temperature he’s subdued in.

     As soon as the timer reached zero, Bertha tapped him on the shoulder. “Alright, time’s up,” she informed him, holding her hand out in case he wanted help to climb out of the tub.

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bloodignity :

     “alright - here,” he stands, moves out from behind the desk to lead her down a row of shelves. “there’s one that outlines the differences in how the ministry and macusa differ, and how they work together, if that’s what you mean?”

     She followed him through the rows of shelves and took the point her pointed at, flipping quickly through the pages. “This works. Don’t suppose you have anything on Central America or the Middle East, do you?”

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bloodignity :

     he thinks on her question for half a second before giving a mild nod. “of course. any specific period in that time, or something all-encompassing?” the divination book is set to the side but regulus makes no move to get up - he can direct her to the correct shelves once he’s an answer.

     She hummed again thoughtfully before clicking her tongue and finally looking up at him. “Anything that makes a particular stress on the relationship between different Wizarding communities,” she nodded confidently. 

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     “we’ve just got a new shipment of books on transfiguration theory, if you’re interested.” regulus doesn’t make to move out from behind the front counter, perched on a tall-legged stool with a book in his hands. it’s on divination - mostly just some light reading that he doesn’t take too seriously. “if you need help finding something, let me know.”

     Bertha hummed in response to the man’s information, her eyes moving quickly over the books at her disposition, mind working at an increased speed as she considered the titles and which one to take with her. “You can help me, actually,” she replied, still not looking up at him, “I’m looking for anything about the last century’s history, do you have anything like that?”

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portiadoll :

She raised an eyebrow, clearly her answer wasn’t enough for just a one off. “The occasion was dinner, with a few mutual friends. It was rather dull, but like I said he seemed right of mind then, nothing out of the ordinary.” she replied, coolly, eyes flicking down to the parchment in Bertha’s hands. 

     Bertha scribbled quickly on her parchment, noticing the woman’s eyes on it but choosing to ignore them; after all, that was her job. “I see...” she hummed, once more flickering her eyes over the words and finally clicking her tongue. “Thank you for your time,” she nodded shortly at the other.

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hcydcnhxwthcrne :

He rolled his eyes. “Let’s just get this over with before I lose a toe.”

     She started the clock and sat by the tub’s side, watching him in yet another one of his insane ideas. “When you said you wanted a splash of cold water, I thought you meant it as a metaphor,” she admitted.

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evanrvsier :

“ well i never really cared much about pureblood politics let alone muggle ones… but i’d give it a read if you wrote it. “ he laughed at the thought. “ i might even write a review to boost your morale, can you imagine? “

     “I can not imagine, no,” she laughed lightly, shaking her head at him. “But I appreciate the gesture, anyways. How have you been?”

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evanrvsier :

“ that’s everything i aspire to be as of the moment. “ he laughed along. “ are you publishing a new book? because if so — you should give me a copy so i can let my customers read it. it’d be easier to brag i have an author friend in that case. “

     “It could eventually turn into a book...” she trailed off but shook her head quickly. “For now, though, it’s a new section of the Daily Prophet; I’m thinking Muggle Politics and how the affect us. I’m hoping everyone else will be as excited as me.”

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viktcrtrcvcrs :

He raised his hands in surrender, “Okay, got it. But, the manager went home, we’re about to close.” Vik gave her a half-hearted empathetic smile. “If you come back tomorrow at eight, he should be here.”

     “At eight?” she asked him, letting out an exasperated sigh. “Bloody Hell...” she trailed off, shaking her head at the man. “How come the manager of a strip club leaves so early?” she exclaimed, rhetorically.

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hcydcnhxwthcrne :

“Merlin fuck— Alright, preset the timer for another three minutes and fourty-three seconds, you should have enough data by then.” The man fell farther into the ice water, giving a sigh of irritation, seemingly one of the only emotions he had been able to show since he was two. 

     “Do not curse on Merlin’s name,” she warned him, waving her wand in the air and setting the timer back to the beginning. “I’ll pull you out if you start turning blue,” she joked.

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evanrvsier :

“ of course not, what would that make of me? “ he laughed before taking the money and started to prepare the usual coffee order. “ i’m assuming you’ve gotten busy lately, eh ? i haven’t seen much of you around. “ he asked aloud as he continued to brew.

     “A very efficient barista,” she pointed out, watching him prepare her coffee ( he always got it just right and it made her smile every single time ). “I’m working on some exciting things, which, sadly, means I don’t have the luxury to have coffee so often,” she sighed, though offered him a grin. “But I think some good will come out of this.”

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portiadoll :

“From dealing with the press, I can understand how desperate it is sometimes to get facts and quotes, normally my manager would tell me to stay away but something about the pure desperation has my pity so- I’ll give you a quote.” she replied, thinking the sooner she acquiesced to her request, the faster she could get back to her song writing.  “As far as I’m aware, I hadn’t heard nor witnessed anything about what the media are accusing him of. The last I saw him was a year ago, he seemed healthy and right of mind and I truly believe he is innocent and this is all a big fabrication to ruin a decent, honest man.” she said, coolly. 

     Bertha offered the other woman a short nod and prepared her quill to write away what the other one said. Her hand moved quickly over her parchment, scribbling the words as fast as she could. Going over her notes, Bertha hummed, prepared to ask a follow-up. “You say you saw him a while ago. What was the occasion?”

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captain-bones :

“Probably Pa, you could try and ask him or you could just ask mum.” Amelia shrugged “I can try and get her to talk to you but I make no promises”

     “That would be wonderful,” she praised the other, eyes shining slightly at the hope of getting an interview with Amelia’s mother. “Please tell her I’ll send her the questions beforehand if she wants to proofread them.”

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viktcrtrcvcrs :

“Sorry bud, I’m off shift— if you want a dance, head to the club down the street or come back tomorrow night.” Viktor’s words were simple and seductive, rehearsed and preformed a thousand times over. There were always lingerers; men, women, a-genders— the whole lot were calling for him. This was no different. 

     “I’m not here for a dance,” the blonde told him pointedly, glancing around at the place. “Could you tell me where to find the manager here? I’m thinking about writing an article...” she trailed off, eyes shooting back to the man. “So, can you?”