" you’ve got to be kidding me . " it had been simple enough — after a morning of paperwork and replying to owls , plus an hour long meeting with her mother , iola had been peckish . just popping out for a bite to eat , she’d thought . it’ll be fast and easy , she’d though . apparently , supporting local business was a massive pain in her well-toned behind because it had led to the one time she’d left her wand anywhere by accident in years — and the damn lock was jammed . she couldn’t help the annoyed grunt as she tried to force the key to turn , fist hitting the wooden door for no other reason other than she felt like it . " i swear if you don’t open this second we’re going to have a big problem . "
“You poor thing, I don’t believe that old piece of wood really cares for your feelings.” Samira’s head tilted to the side, observing the sorry sight of a wandless being in frustration. But she herself let out a rather relaxed sigh over the image. They’d seen worse really, as tragic as that was. “And beating it down only seems to be causing you pain.” It would be simple enough to open the door for the poor, frustrated little thing. But the angst reminded her of watching the top student in the class’s grade plummet after a little too much fun out one night. But this case did not really benefit Samira as they other had, so they still drew their wand. “Are you quite sure you can’t open it? Perhaps you should try again.”
❛ 𝑖’𝑑 𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑡’𝑠 gone down or you’ve mistaken my age , ❜ barty turns to give shafiq a pointed look , though still looking on with slightest humour . ❛ visitation hours are until three , no ? ❜
“Yes, perhaps you just look like your mother dresses you in the morning.” The brunette grinned, before turning her attention back to her sleeves. As long as they knew this boy was able to be here, they knew they could not do much about it. “Assuming you have someone to visit, then yes.”
arden had come with her mother who had the day off, she had a friend that worked at the daily prophet and what was meant to be a little catch up ended up being into a couple hour thing. arden ended up rolling her eyes letting her mother know that she was going outside for a smoke and that she’d be back (maybe). honestly, she didn’t know why she came, maybe some last attempt at trying to bond with her knowing that it was fully hopeless. her and her mother would never get along. she had looked over at the person that was talking, though she didn’t pay no mind to it much. “who are you talking to?” she asks, looking around them, taking a drag of her cigarette.
Samira let the room go coldly silent before their eyes traveled back to the person who apparently was not some little half-elf meant to be here for assistance. “I know this office is a bit more tragic than the main one, but I do assume there are actual employees here? Or perhaps you’re just the little excuse for security” Parchment rolled beneath her arm with too-perfect penmanship seemed to have a half-life as if she would not make a deadline. But why in Merlin’s names would deadlines apply to a column they exacted to be published as pleased. “I need a desk.”
“the lighting is optimal, and is set where it is for a reason.” not that she’d disclose that reason to anyone. she eyed the girl and the box, coming up to the counter to take a closer look. “you know so few people read that column, but i suppose i’m meant to be flattered?” she tapped her fingernails on the glass countertop, bemused by samira shafiq. “well, are you going to show me what it is or not?”
“It makes your eyes look dull.” Fingers traced over the little find. “As wonderfully compared to the population of your client list?” Her wand tapped the top of the lid, as instructed by the strange old bloke selling the thing on the side of the road. The lid did swing open and the dented goblet did levitate out. “I’ve already had the...effects tested elsewhere.”
“Such a comedian,” Silas smiled. “I do get out, just so you know. Maybe not all the time, but it does happen.” He looked at Samira and blinked slowly. “How are you?”
“You defend yourself so bravely.” Her tone turned bored with his excuse of an explanation, before her eyes could spark with the good change of topic “I am only as well as ever. And just so busy writing as usual.”
Location: Outside The Daily Prophet Hogsmeade Offices
“Sixth months in Moldova and my great writing shall be done here.” Her eyes pitied over the little sub-office of The Daily Prophet in Hogsmeade. But work was to be done and to be done fast. It wouldn’t be long before The Ministry had some questions on what had exactly happened in her Eastern European ventures. Luckily, her pictures proved nothing more than she looked wonderful in burgundy, all else was in a perfectly concealed notepad. “Oh it was fabulous really, lovely little castles. Just the tiniest little things. Cold though...” She removed her sunglasses, basking in the slightly warmer weather that this part of the North did provide this time of year. “Is any desk all right then? @beforedawnstarters
“You could really do with some more light in here.” But nonetheless Samira placed the medium sized led box on the counter. It should be heavy, but she ensured a charm would allow her to carry it weightless under her cloak, making no difference as she swiftly turned the corner to Knockturn Alley. “I left this one out of the most recent article. For you.” @shiivcr
“Sorry, no time. I have to get this done for my editor.” Except she made her own deadlines, which that person didn’t need to know as she turned the corner of Diagon Alley with heart set on Gladrags. “ J o s e p h i n e , out and about.” @jcsies
“Excuse me. They sent me down here because apparently, I’ve found something a little too good for even me.” Her eyes settled on the outside office, no one ever really went into the Department of Mysteries unless they worked there, but Samira seemed to have found herself the perfect excuse to get just this close. “It’s really me doing you the favor.” It was her own discovery. @sscarletts
isn’t that SAMIRA SHAFIQ? yeah that is them, outside the three broomsticks! they used to be in SLYTHERIN but apparently they now work as a PART TIME WRITER at the DAILY PROPHET . sybill once said that they reminded her of a freshly spun spool of silk, sickening amounts of gold engraved into walls, a brilliant mind hidden behind perfectly crafted appearance, a Galatea who left her Pygmalion which seems about right. anyway i’ve heard they’re still a bit DUBIOUS, SYBARITIC, and UNREADABLE, they’re TWENTY FOUR now but some things never change! i wonder how being a PUREBLOOD is affecting them after hogwarts, especially now they’re NEUTRAL? i guess only time will tell…
“It’s ghastly to think I should just be for marriage.”
Samira Shafiq said from a rather young age, a little too well spoken for someone of ten years old.
But she made sure all the options were open, it would just as wrong not to. They thought of people like clothes and accessories sometimes. Beautiful charms that would enhance her. After all, if she was the one with “the right look” as she was often told, then why shouldn’t their surroundings suit that?
It didn’t matter where she went or whom she spoke to. At first glance from the little beauty’s mannerisms to speech patterns, one seemed to assume they were daft almost. Just a vapid child who loved shiny things.
But that was never the case.
Samira spent her time thinking, planning, coordinating all of the things that were important to her. Yes, attention was always at the top of the list. Not that it needed to be, attention seemed to find her. But so was their interest in thought processes, the cerebral, and what she could accomplish by convincing others.
It was easy enough to hide from her parents, they dressed her in silk and lace and admired her face. Samira could exude positive energy when she wanted, it was good for getting any material object their heart desired. However, seeking anything more meant she was left to her own vices.
At Hogwarts, they became enveloped in a sea of school activities, leading theirr own clique. If a rule got in the way of her fun, they did not so much disregard it, but rather find the loveliest loophole.
That was a new ability she learned. Apparently, being able to just talk circles around others usually got you what you wanted. Samira wasn’t afraid to abuse the the technique as it was needed.
Post Hogwarts, Samira Shafiq could have been the talk of the whole community with her accomplishments. Fashionable, well-spoken, wonderfully charming. And it was not an act. No, Samira truly was graced with those charms. They liked society very much.
Of course, things could get quite boring. So without much hesitation Samira put her techniques with words to use. The Daily Prophet needed a Travel Section, and Samira just got the most delicious idea.
Samira Shafiq, Daily Prophet Journalist for all things Magical Travel and Unique Experiences.
(part time to handle her social schedule of course)
Of course it was a perfectly smug excuse to travel wherever she wanted at a moments notice. And the pictures they took to include with her articles were more than flattering.
But she was not to be trifled with. This was someone who knew what she was saying and why she was saying it. Things were not allowed to threaten her. For she’d crush them in the most devious ways first.
That horrible time when Samira was accused of cheating on a Charms exams by a member of their fifth year class? Why the poor girl’s eyes were never really the same again were they?
It’s no different now. Samira will come to work when she pleases, and you will be happy when she is there and have a desk ready for her in the process. The stories Samira is willing to share are worth it, they’ll make you believe it.
From her ventures in journalism, traveling, and the likes...they seem to have accumulated their own wealth on top of an inheritance. Of course, she’ll play under her parents thumb for now - They don’t need to know about her biggest article yet “Why I Won’t Accept a Betrothal” A freelance piece she intends to release on her own soon...
But otherwise, Samira puts their money where their mouth is, supporting campaigns and platforms that will protect the lifestyle she’s accustomed to.
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Patronus: Rottweiler
Wand: Black Walnut wood with a unicorn hair core, 10 and hard flexibility
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Smells Like:
Lavendar, lemons, pears
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Looks like:
Perfectly tailored dresses, expensive sunglasses thrown carelessly, suspiciously voluminous and shiny hair, owning multiple homes on several islands, perfectly angled photographs, a heeled shoe tripping you in the hallway, manicured nails rapidly pressed to a typewriter, newspapers fresh from the printing press, ideas too well-formed too quickly,
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Sounds like:
Playlist tba
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Life and Relationships at a glance:
“You want to be her, don’t you?”
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Family:
Mother: Sara Shafiq
Father: Ramin Shafiq
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Speaks:
Perfectly posh,
Smooth when she is calm and demandingly shrill when she wants your attention,
Samira does not outwardly tell you her political leanings. She’d rather have you guess.
Pansexual? Bisexual? Homosexual? You figure it out, they probably think you are below them anyway. But watching you squirm over them can be quite fun.
She does not purposefully act dumb, but her loud voice and demands can come across as such. It’s not an act so perhaps adjust your expectations of people, because she is quite comfortable with herself
They’re not too smart for their own good. In fact they think it is beyond good.
