Reporting From The Ministry! (Open)

[Adela Diggs]

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

The soft yet constant noise from the antique clock on the wall was enough to drive one mad when it is the only sound in the dead silents. Even the feminine secretary was silent, he quill moving at the speed of a turtle with weights on his shell. Adela sat uncomfortably in her chair outside the Administrative Offices, waiting for her appointment with a few head figures for the Daily Prophets. As she had exspected, it was 30 minutes past the agreed time and they were all still 'too busy' to chat with her. Chewing on a strand of her chocolate colored hair, she tapped her notepad impatiently with her quill. It was always likes this, she was at the bottom of the magical new world chain and working at the Daily Prophets, a new paper that has been around forever but in the past two decades slowly lost all credibility in their news coverage, so she was sent to do the worst and most difficult jobs and interviews receiving crap left and right because no one likes The Daily Prophets and getting no credit or recognition for her work. Life sucked...

It has been three months now since she left Hogwarts and two since she started working at the Daily Prophets. She can't say she has gotten any farther since the day she began to work for the newspaper,but it was something to do before she figured what the hell she wanted to do with her life, plus it was entertaining writing articles as well, though none yet have been published. Adela sometimes wished she was still at Hogwarts were she didn't have to be so independent, yet on the other hand there was something foreign and exciting about being independent which has kept her giving it a try.

Removing her hair from her mouth, Adela combed the spit out and tossed it behind her shoulders. She began scribbling on the note pad what ever came to mind, nothing great or special, just a few crud drawings and some words. "Miss Diggs?" a voice spoke, cutting through the silence and startling Adela so bad she fell out of her seat. The secretary, who the voice belonged too, did not ask if she was okay and just smiled in a cruel humored way that girls do when someone they think is annoying has just embarrassed themselves. "Some of officials you have appointments sadly had a bunch of work come there way and it might still be awhile before you can talk to them. Would you like to take a rain check?" she asked. Figures, right? Adela shook her head and smiled back at her. "I have nothing better to do, " she said standing up and smoothing down her clothes. "I think I can wait," she added taking a seat once again. The secretary frowned, but said no more. If they wouldn't talk to her might as well be a nuisance.

[Kingston Troy]

Kingston strolled down an empty hallway. His body moved swiftly and smoothly and he was so bored that it almost danced to the echoed beat made by his steps. He had come to visit his mother on her lunch break but as figured they didn't eat lunch. Instead he sat in her office helping her and her assistant reorganize the sports records of 1972. Safe to say he'd had a boring few hours and on top of that was still hungry. Reaching the end of the hall Kingston waited tell the elevator came. The golden gates opened to let him in and closed. He was hoping to get out of the Ministry as fast as possible not really liking the place to began with, but alas his mother had one more thing for him to do. Instead of making his way out he was making his way up to deliver some sports articles that were going to be printed the following day.

The elevator had been rather crowded with less important Ministry workers who kept their eyes on him and stayed oddly quiet. He grew up being used to looks because of who his mother was, but now that he was a rising star on his Pro Quidditch team he seemed to be pulling attention all on his own. It didn't help that he was exceptionally good looking. Not that he was cocky, simply just stating facts. Kingston felt some what awkward standing around with all these people looking at him. So it felt good to step off the elevator.

He quickly made his way threw the bustle of people to where the Daily Prophet was printed and put together. Nodding to a few people here and there he finally reached the ever so familiar wooden door. Without bothering to knock he walked in. The Secretary at the desk immediately straightened up when she saw him. He smiled and walked over to her. "Hello there", He said as he leaned on the desk looking the women straight in the eye with a slight grin on his face. If Kingston was mistaken he could have sworn that he saw her bat her eyelashes and blush a little bit. "Oh Mr. Troy... i heard you were visiting today..." of course she did... he thought to himself but instead just nodded standing up straight. "Well you know how i like to make sure my mother isn't biting anyones head off...speaking of which...I have a few things for the Prophet on some matches...is-"

Kingston however was cut off and told (in a remorseful tone) that even Famous Quidditch players had to wait in line because unfortunately the officials were just way to busy. Kingston nodded and turned his back to her. He hadn't noticed the other women sitting in the room until just now. She looked almost freshly out of hogwarts and almost familiar. He racked his brains as he walked to the empty seat next to her. Then he had remembered seeing her... his fourth year? Maybe since he was now twenty two...getting sorted. But other then that he had no clue who she was. Sitting down he smiled at her "Hello". The stories in his hands were making them hot and he was being so bothered by holding them that they started to wrinkle in them. Looking down he set them at his feet and started to fiddle with his thumbs. "I know this is a horrible ice breaker...i hate silence....how long have you been sitting here?"

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[Adela Diggs]

Tick.Tock.Tick.Tock.Tick.Tock. Tick!

I"M GOING TO DESTROY THAT CLOCK!, Adela screamed in her head. She kept herself back and only allowed clenched fists. Beating it with a beaters bat was probably not going to help her in this situation and would only hurt her more in the
long run. She leaned the chair back so only two legs were on the floor and crossed her legs. Adela had no idea how long she was planning to wait, she was positive that none of the administrative officials will see her, but she was too stubborn to not quite. Like many former Slytherins, she liked to have things her way and if it took some sly and cunning to get it she will. Of course she had no plan,. Never being good at them, the twins were the ones who came up with them. But Haden and Bruce weren't here, so its just her. Yet how might she get in to see the Administrative officials?

Right after that thought, a young man came strutting in. Tall, blond, and blue eyed, it was no wonder the secretary went into flirt mode batting her eyes and seemingly pleasant. Adela could not blame her one bit, she couldn't help staring at him either. Wow, what a cutie, she thought to her self straighting her hair instinctively, He looks real familiar though, Adela thought to herself. When the secretary said Mr. Troy, Adela went down memory lane trying to remember him. If he went to Hogwarts it was possible he was friends with one of her older brothers, but she thought she saw him else wear. Famous Quidditch player, Adela thought thinking for a moment. Was it possible he was Kingston Troy? The new up and coming Quidditch player. She was glad the women didn't let him see the Officials, bonus for being consistent. But she was positive that most of them had the time to pare for their promised interview. The downfall was the cute guy came over to her and sat down.

What what bad karma! I've been good too! Haven't stolen a thing in 3 days!, Adela thought to herself along with cursing herself for wearing this white blouse instead of something else as well. If Adela knew you she never was awkward in social situations, but truth was Adela was horrible at them and even worse when its a real cute guy. Grace was never her middle name and she had the misfortune of receiving her fathers characteristic of being awkward with socializing when it wasn't business related (Or so says her mom). "Hi,"Adela said mentally threatening her body that if it blushed she would eat and eat and eat and become unhealthily fat. It seemed to buy the threat and kept her cheeks their regular color. "Lets see," Adela started when he asked her how long she had been here and looked at her hated enemy, the clock on the wall. "About an hour and a half,"Adela told him tapping her pad with her quill.

"Are those for the Prophets?" Adela asked him glancing at them and remembering he had said something like that to the secretary.YES!, Adela thought to herself. I found business! In other words she found something to make her think it wasn't just all social. When she was after something possible steal something from a person or get something out of them she wanted she viewed the person either an obstacle or a play thing, it was only when it was socializing for the sake of being social and having human contact did she become very awkward and clumsy. It also dawned on her that the guy might in some way help her get in. She didn't know yet how, but she was starting to think of things and almost at once she didn't feel so awkward or overwhelmed. "I work for the Prophets. I can take them off your hands," Adela told him with a small smile.