The Requisite Disclaimer I hardly think it needs saying, but just for the really, impossibly stupid, Harry Potter does not belong to me. Ha, I wish.
Ginny strode confidently through the corridors of "Witching World", suppressing a wide grin. She was hired! Her editor was whipping around corners as she shuffled to keep up. Ginny adjusted her blouse, and suddenly felt underdressed as she saw svelte young ladies at their desks preening. Her own copper hair was held in a messy bun by a pen that she now took to write a note on her hand.
"Wizard of the Month interview on Wednesday? Alright, thanks, Diana. I can't believe I'm doing this."
"Well, the Editor in Chief was impressed by your application, but you can't exactly shoot to the top in this business. You've got to do some lower end articles."
"Tell Ms. Greene that I really am grateful for this opportunity."
"Oh stop faking. I know this isn't exactly what you imagined when you wanted to do journalism," Diana Furston said as they passed a girl doing her nails. Diana gave the girl a critical look, and Ginny laughed to see the girl spill her polish in embarrassment.
"I know I've got to start somewhere."
"Well, somewhere is here."
Ginny grimaced slightly at the dimunitive desk they were now standing in front of. It was tucked in the furthest corner of a large room with many other reporters alternatively chatting and writing.
"Thanks for everything, Diana."
"No problem, I hope you get settled in well."
"I hope not," Ginny said to herself as Diana walked away. She didn't plan on staying at this job very long, just enough to get another recommendation and another item for her resume. "Until I make the Daily Prophet…"
It was just a year after she got out of Hogwarts, but Ginny was adamant and ambitious. She had already signed a contract for an apartment in London, despite her mother's deep disapproval. Ginny was the only daughter of seven children, but she wasn't going to let any family guilt hold her back.
Ginny's first day at work consisted of sitting around waiting for a rough draft of pages to be sent to her for her to copy edit. It was tedious and dreadfully boring. She knew that the article on Wednesday would not win any Pulitzers, but she would at least be able to write. Ginny stopped by Diana's office a few times throughout the day, but each time Diana was in a meeting with various famous witch celebrities, and Ginny was intimidated. So it went also the next day, until late afternoon, when Ginny could not bear it any longer, and needed to know the time and date of her interview. Diana finally sent her a note with the time and restaurant just before Ginny left for home.
"Great, not even a name. I can't even come up with questions tonight," Ginny grumbled to herself. "I guess I'll just wait and see tomorrow at 11 for lunch at the Tangerine Café."