rory flynn.
Rory could tolerate a lot, had an anger threshold to make Zeus jealous, but he wouldn’t stand for people insulting his writing. Writing fluff articles for the Daily Prophet wasn’t his dream, but it was good job, and he wouldn’t be belittled. “Something that’s relevant to one person is irrelevant to the next. For example, I have no interest in being a vapid, irritating asshat, but that’s clearly something you have a great love of.”
“Vapid??” It was laughable, how willfully ignorant people seemed to be. Maybe she was being irritating, and she felt it was DEBATABLE that she was being an asshat, but vapid?? “I’m sorry, but you’re a writer, correct?? You’re a writer at one of the most prestigious newspapers in the Wizarding World, and yet, here you are writing articles that clearly don’t need to be written about, at least not by you. You’re a good writer, at a NEWSpaper. Write the bloody news. Write it well. Is that too much to ask that I want to read about what’s ACTUALLY going on instead of a fucking cat??” Melody took a deep breathe, trying to compose herself, running a hand through her hair, “it’s a shame to waste your time on what’s not happening. I mean, when you look back, are you going to be happy with the articles you’ve written?? If we’re even all alive that is.”
