..::AN: Hiya! lol, yes another chapter. I think i'm really starting to like this one. I hope it'll turn out better then my dragon scaley one. It wont have drama like that but i think its got some funny moments in store. Has anybody been to ?? I think once im further along (quite further) with this story i may send a link to my fic there..or someone who can even slightly tolerate me could request it lol. No not just for the comments, i want more ppl to become g/d shippers because its such a beautiful ship to support. I'd like to think that maybe i had a very miniscule part in that sometime. OH yah if i accidently call Gin number 23, thats a mistake, 23 is my fave and 'lucky' number so i probably wasn't paying attention..Well Hope u likes it!::..
A bunch of wizards and witches, dressed primly and very professionally sat around in a
circle of white, comfy armchairs. Marissa sitting at the head of the circle, the little fuzzy dog
asleep at her light yellow heeled feet.
Ginny gritted her teeth, forcing herself to look at Marissa's eye blinding white teeth as
the cute blonde haired guy with the pecs attached kept winking at her. She knew he was nice,
and charming. But he had a overly possessive and control freak attitude, also he was sexist and
a very low intelligence status.
"So what's your pitch Ginny? Im so excited to hear what your first article will be!"
Marissa chimed, Ginny winced inside as all heads, with perfectly styled hair turned to her.
Swallowing her nerves she straightened in her chair.
"Well I was planning on doing an exposé." Ginny said, some eyes widened. Usually
new writers did something small, to break the ice, they knew Ginny's talent but this was like
melting an iceberg.
"On the owner of Vraleish. I mean I can't be the only one who's wondering what he's
really like. Who he is, why he runs this place the way he does."
Marissa's perfect pink lips opened as her jaw dropped, Ginny was shocked at the
reactions she got from around the room. Wide eyes, open jaws, slackened posture. Ginny
looked at her side where Luna was sitting for help, but her reaction was the same as everyone
else's.
"What?" she asked before she could help herself.
"Well the last person, the only person who tried to get an interview with him. Well they
were, let go." Luna said, everyone else nodded.
"They were sacked?" Ginny asked in disbelief, more nods in reply. Marissa stood up a
smile crossing her face.
"Yes but they came here because they bought their way in, besides they were totally
untalented. I think you can do it! You go for it Gin!" she said happily with a slight squeal of
excitement as she went up to the bulletin board. She waved her wand in front of it, in pink
writing, her 'I's dotted with hearts, she wrote:
"Ginny W. Interview with "him"' It was then that Ginny was showered with pats on the
backs and wishes of good luck.
Ginny sighed with a amused smile, stirring her tea mindlessly as she watched Hermione
search for a folder she was looking for.
"Im sorry about not being prepared but I was so swamped at work but I know you'll
love this condo!" Hermione apologized, she lifted one of the piles of books that were situated
everywhere throughout the small two story town house.
Hermione, like Ron and Harry, were all Aurors for the Ministry. This quaint country
style house was Hermione's pride and joy, it was filled, of course with thousands and thousands
of books.
"What's the rate like?" Ginny asked, she didn't even realize they had condo's that
appeared to be muggle building, but only magical people were allowed to live there due to the
apparating rate and the fact the condo's were much bigger then they appeared.
"It's a little pricey, but with your new job it should be fine." Hermione said, growling
she wiped her wand out of the pocket of her white jumper.
"Accio folder!" she said pointing the wood at the top of a high shelf. A black folder
zoomed off the shelf and into her hand. With a large smile on her face she handed it over to
Ginny.
"That is if I can keep that new job. I'm sort of nervous about this interview thing,
between searching for a new home, moving, just settling into my other job, and trying to get a
interview the last person got sacked for trying. I swear I'm going to get so stressed the hotel
I'm staying in is going to collapse any minute." she sighed opening the folder, her heart lifted as
she saw the pictures inside.
A elegant, sophisticated building of a grey-brown stone with ivy crawling up the front
and swivelling doors stuck out on the shining photo, wizards and witches going about their
business. A roundabout was in the front with a water fountain in the center.
"Oh Herm, its amazing!" she gushed, looking onto another photo of one of the condos,
the witch was painting her toes on the floor. But the carpeting was new and a light blue color,
with white furniture and a pretty fireplace crackling in the corner.
"Yes, yes I am." Hermione laughed.
Ginny smirked, she let out a sigh of relief. She felt like a huge burden was being lifted off
her shoulder, now if only she could convince the boss as quickly as she fell in love with the
condo Hermione showed her.
Luna massaged Ginny's shoulders roughly, Ginny looked at her office door in front of
her. She had asked Marissa to schedule another Cyberparch with the mystery boss in five
minutes.
"Your going to get him to agree!" Luna said confidently.
"I am going to get ...myself sacked!" Ginny said fearfully trying to get away. Luna
rooted herself on the spot managing to drag Ginny back.
"No your not! Repeat after me I'm Ginny Weasley, number twenty three of Vraleish!
Talented..no no..SUPER talented god-like reader. Beautiful, smart, sex goddess.."
"Sex what?!" Ginny laughed, looking back at Luna. Luna shrugged.
"Don't tell you it doesn't make you feel more confident. Besides if it goes bad, tell him
that." Luna laughed. Ginny rolled her eyes.
"Oh yes that'll work. 'Hi, I'm number 24, do my interview, then I'll do you"' she
mocked in a vixen like voice. Luna laughed, using her wand to open the door then pushing
Ginny lightly through.
"Yes use that now go!" she ordered. Ginny opened her mouth to protest but Luna
slammed the door in her face, locking it from the outside. "I'll be back in ten minutes! If your
not done I'll be back in another five!" she yelled through the door, walking back to her
reception desk downstairs.
Ginny took a deep collecting breath, she looked at the small couch at the corner of the
room, her eyes focused on one of the throw pillows. Ginny picked it up and screamed her heart
out, her nerves out into it. Then sat down at her desk, grimacing at how sweaty her palms were.
After taking a deep breath and sitting down she wrote fifteen seconds earlier.
"Good evening Sir, Are you there?" she wrote. She watched as the glimmering green
script appeared in front of her.
"Good evening 24, and yes I am. Now lucky for you I wasn't busy today, so what's
this meeting about?" it said. Ginny blinked, she could tell this man was impatient.
"Well you certainly know how to cut down on nonsense talk. And I have a proposal to
ask." she wrote. She was planning on continuing her offer, but she heard that cheery sing noise
that comes with each message.
"What your asking me to marry you? And no I don't like that kind of talk when it
comes to business." it said, Ginny raised an eyebrow, she almost laughed. For the first time she
was seeing he did have a sense of humor, sharp and slightly arrogant but a sense of humor none
the less.
"Yes I am, how do you feel about white gold rings?" she wrote. She watched his
writing start to come up, there was a large jagged mark that went off the screen as though his
hand had been jerked. Ginny laughed, she couldn't help it, she knew he was probably trying to
hurry her along as she let that send. Quickly, a little let down she had to end his shock "Joke,
you know what that is right? Or do you call that amusement prospect number 7?" she wrote.
"You don't agree with my system do you? Is that what this is about. And yes I know
what a joke is, I'm quite fond of ones about blondes and trolls." the writing said. Ginny sat back
a bit, she was wondering why she could sense his emotions through his writing. It must have
been the way his letters seemed more quicky written, a bit stiffer then they usually were.
"I don't think I should try and say what I do and don't agree with, I'm not here to agree
or disagree with however you think you should run your business. Especially not over a creation
where I cant even look you in the eye. But my proposal has to do with my first article." she
wrote, losing her temper a bit.
"Go on" the green writing, seemed to encouraged her.
"No one hear really knows you, or knows you at all. I asked about and some of my co-
workers believe you're a woman. Readers as well. I went on the street and asked a bunch of
people who were purchasing it, and they thought that Marissa, or 22 as you call her, is the
person who owns this magazine. I want to show the world who you are, what you are and why
you do what you do. I want to show them why you've been secretive for so long, actually I
want to know as well. I think you owe your readers to know the man that created what is one
of the most amazing magazines out there." she wrote.
She dropped her pen on the table, running a hand through her hair nervously. Expecting
to see some grotesque insult followed by a mean way of sacking someone.
"What's your favorite article in Vraleish?" the font glimmered. Ginny's jaw dropped,
her eyes wide with disbelief. Here she was, stressing herself out to the point of pulling all her
hair out and he's making small talk? Or was he?
"Be honest." it shined. Ginny sighed, picking up the pen. If he wanted her to be honest
she would be, she wasn't going to pretend she was a girly girl like Marissa, or a deep and
philsophical hidden genius like Luna. She was going to answer honestly.
"The Quidditch stats, interviews. The Quidditch section." she wrote. She paused,
groaning as she rubbed her temple.
"Im such an idiot." she breathed, letting her head fall onto the table. The ding noise
came and she groaned again, looking up she felt her heart seem to stop.
"Fine. I'll do it." it read.
Ginny couldn't resist, she jumped off her chair, sending her chair flying across the room
as she let out an excited and loud, triumphant scream of victory. Many people stopped outside
her clear windows giving her queer looks. She gave a embarrassed smile and grabbed her chair
using her wand to close the curtains on the windows into the offices and hallways.
"Really? Sir I cant thank you enough." she wrote.
"Now what will this require? How long will you be following me about?" the green
writing asked. Ginny sighed, once again this was going to take a while to get him to agree to her
other offer.
..::What is going to happen?! Gasp i dunno!! actually i do..u dont BRUAHAHHA::..