The Daily Prophet
Authors Snippet: Ever wondered what goes on at the Prophet? In a time full of confusion, with Skeeter gone, there's a chance for a new reporter to rise up from the fallen ashes of disgrace that is the Daily Prophet.
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Claimer: James Trent, Rae Tyler, Rose Summers-Potter and anyone you don't recognise!
Ginny had worked nearly all day trying to finish the article, with a final glance at her watch she laid her quill back in the ink pot and proceeded to proof-read, or as best she could, before she was interrupted.
'Guess who?' the voice said, covering her eyes.
'Do you realise by covering my eyes you are stopping me from completing my work, therefore postponing our date even further,' Ginny explained sternly, before being swung around to face the speaker.
'How'd you know it was me?' James asked sadly
'Do I know anyone else, apart from you, on my section?'
'True,' James said thoughtfully 'so, please tell me you've finished the article now, please?' he pouted like a puppy dog and Ginny had an incredible urge to continue working just to wind him up.
'I've finished,' Ginny sighed, then collecting the article up she added 'I just have to proof-'
'Oh no you won't' James said playfully picking her up in the air and twirling her around.
'James no' Ginny shrieked 'put me down! I get air sick!'
'Yes please do, Trent, it would do my ears a favour,' Zack Smith said from the other side of the office, he was preparing to go home too by the looks of it and James placed Ginny back on firm ground. Ginny felt embarrassed, Zack was her boss and she felt ashamed for letting herself get carried away in front of him, especially with James.
'Lock up you two, I have to be home soon. I have an interview with the Minister to get to in less than half an hour,' Zack told them and headed for the elevator, James switched the lights out and Ginny set the WAS (Wexarding alarm system).
'Zack,' Ginny questioned once they were all in the lift 'could I have the next interview with the minister?'
'You,' Zack snorted 'he barely has time for me let alone you,'
'Yes but,' Ginny went onto explain, a bit of a grin on her face 'you didn't date the minister for three years,'
'He's married!' Zack out cried,
'Well duh,' James scoffed 'Ginny went out with him before he married Rose, Smith,'
'Well this is my floo network, I will consider you Miss Weasley, on the grounds of your next article which I expect tomorrow morning,' and with that Zack Smith jumped out into his floo portal level.
'Oh great,' she sighed 'James,' she said turning to her boyfriend but James beat her to it.
'I understand, work first, well this'll be my level,' James sighed, he kissed Ginny on the cheek before jumping from the lift onto his fire floor.
Ginny was left to walk home alone that evening, work did come first, and she was lucky to have a boyfriend who understood that. As she made her way from the building and down to the tube (she much preferred muggle transport) she hoped upon hope that Viktor wasn't at home tonight as she wanted the apartment to herself. Viktor had come to England about 5 years ago after Hermione's graduation and he couldn't find a place to stay; Ginny welcomed him into her apartment as Hermione had recently moved out to marry Ron. When Viktor had first turned up Hermione had made it quite clear to him that she was getting married to Ron and not him, ever since then Viktor had been living in Ginny's spare bedroom.
Her ride home was uneventful (AS: There's lots of stuff I could write here, but I will not bore you with the intricacies of our underground tube station) and seemed to pass by quite quick, well as quick as any London tube on a Thursday evening at five o'clock can.
When Ginny arrived home through her front door a great aroma of spices and herbs greeted her, Viktor must've ordered takeaway, or tried to make chips the muggle way, thought Ginny as the mingled smells filtered around her. Ginny was mildly surprised to find that Viktor was actually in the kitchen in the first place, he had managed to cook a meal for himself, Ginny was impressed. Ever since his arrival in England, which was a considerable long tim ago, Viktor had managed to avoid muggle cooking as best he could.
'How many times have I told you?' Ginny laughed 'to see the doctor when you start behaving erratically,'
'Very Vunny,' Viktor said, he still hadn't lost his accent, thought Ginny 'I am having a muddle friend over for dinner, Hermyonee von't return my calls,'
'Wonder why?' Ginny said dryly, Viktor glared at her.
'I am not doing any harm, I just vant to speak vith her,' he said moodily, pouring Ginny s glass of wine 'anyvay, I thought you vere on a date tonight, with dickhead,'
'He's not a dickhead,' Ginny said heatedly, Viktor had always strongly disapproved of James Trent, ever since he insulted the Bulgarian quidditch team when they had first met. 'I have to finish a report,' she added
'Ginny, he still things us losing to Vileand was very Vunny, he insults my muther,' Viktor said grumpily, Ginny laughed.
'Viktor, the only reason he insulted your mother was because you insulted him!' there was a knock at the door, which put an end to Ginny and Viktors conversation.
'Melanie, come in,' Viktor had opened the door to a beautiful brown haired girl, who looked no older than sixteen, she looked incredibly like Hermione, Ginny noticed.
'Excuse me Viktor,' Ginny coughed, hiding a laugh 'I think I've just come down with a sickness, I'll be in my room if you need me,' they pulled faces at each other before Ginny left the lounge to her bedroom.