“And when I am forgotten, as I shall be, and asleep in dull cold marble, where no mention of me must be heard of, say, I taught thee.”
@Santario Martin, @Leroy Blodgett, @Matilda Rooks, @Tanya Schmidt, and @Liliana Chouinard
Hogwarts Headliner Office
It was quite typical to find Alexx in the newspaper office. She had many things within her cubical. A murder wall-like setup, a pink carpet, an overflowing trash bin. The office of the Editor-in-Chief was meant to be tidy. For all those who sought her out should see that she is well-organized and serious. Instead, they would find that she is an overflowing mess with ideas. A typewriter with half of a page written up was located on the only clean part of her desk. The rest of her desk, however, was littered with journals, papers that sat askew, quills, and something that she believes is spilled ink, though she has never been brave enough to check. Honestly, she was looking forward to learning the spell that instantly cleans everything, as she would need it sooner than later. For someone who wanted to be taken seriously, she sure did make herself look like a lazy, incompetent writer. Someone who was not fit to run a paper.
But it was rare that anyone came to pay her a visit. Reid or Ami would pop in on occasion, bring her dinner if she happened to miss it or bring her their notes from class when she wasn't paying attention, and instead more focused on her next article. "People must know the truth," she would have said. But it was nothing more than a thought. Her determination never left her lips. She didn't want for her only friends to find her insane, let alone like she was a political journalist. This was meant for fun, of course. And writing the monthly horoscopes was her favorite part because she couldn't wait to tell her friends all the good the month would bring them.
As Alexx heard the door open, she thought for a moment that it would be Ami. Perhaps she had missed dinner? But that couldn't be. It was still daylight hours, she was sure. So who could be entering?
Forcing her feet against the ground, she rolled her office chair backward out of her cubical, eyes peering from behind the walls. "Hello?" She called out. "Scott? Is that you with the photographs? You still have another day, you know. I don't want blurry photos if you rushed them. Take your time, mon ami." It was the only person who she could think would be joining her at this time of day, so she decided to just simply address him. Lady would be at her feet any minute now, purring and rubbing against her black socks, getting cat fur all over her.
Rosalie hopped off of her head to go investigate, rolling over to the intruder. She had heard Alexx address nonother than Scott Alexander, anyway. Of course, she would be excited. Alexx rolled her eyes, pushing herself up to go see the boy for herself. But what she found was not Scott, but instead a lost group of assumably first years. "You are not my photographer..." She declared, cinching her eyebrows. But then, she perked up. "Are you here with news?!?" Merlin, she hoped they were.
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I wanna watch the world burn
I got the gasoline