closed starter.
who: @jcmespotter
where: hog’s head inn trivia night
If a year ago, someone had told Rita that she would be dedicating her life to the newly directed Ministry of Magic, she simply would have laughed and asked for a gin and tonic to continue the evening. Instead of writing, researching, finding out information on the five escapees who fled Azkaban – she was brainstorming campaigns, creating and managing media budgets, leading each and every project no matter if she was invested. It wasn’t how she envisioned her life in the slightest. The Daily Prophet had been her home. It still was.
Rita had heard from a few coworkers about the trivia night and to brush off the stress of the day, she opted to stop in at the Hog’s Head and knock everyone else on their ass, leave with a trophy to commemorate her victory. After all, she did enjoy coming out on top. Rita was surveying the inhabitants of the pub, swiveling on the stool she sat on at the bar portion of the establishment – she noticed James alone knocking back whatever drink he had and jumped up, waltzing over to where he sat. Without even much of a greeting, Rita plopped herself down into the seat across from him with a serious look upon her face. “We should form an alliance – I’ve got pop culture and history covered so we’re good there. Unless you’re here with some friends which in that case, how unfortunate for you.”
