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Dennis Finnigan Creevey ([info]dennisthebrave) wrote in [info]finnigans_rpg,
@ 2014-09-16 19:38:00
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RP: Getting Quotes
Who: Dennis and Zacharias, Open

What: Dennis fishing for unofficial opinions on a spate of attacks on Muggles in Lewisham.

Where: Ministry of Magic

When: Monday afternoon

Rating: SFW

"Go and get some unofficial quotes, she says," Dennis muttered crossly to himself as he entered the atrium of the Ministry. "It'll be fine, she says. Just flash those cheekbones and those baby blue eyes and they'll be putty in your hand." He snorted contemptuously to himself, finding another reason to dislike the Crime and Justice desk editor.

He was writing a story on the Ministry's response to a number of disturbing magical attacks on Muggles in South London, and everything had been going perfectly until his editor had used his least favourite phrase: 'why don't you sex it up a bit.' Because really, nothing was sexier than a woman escaping serious injury after her husband smacked her would-be attacker over the head with a cricket bat. Nevertheless, here he was, ready to try and find someone, anyone he vaguely knew to get an 'Unofficial Official Quote' from. It sucked, because he didn't really know anyone at the Ministry, except maybe Susan. Glumly, he looked around and suddenly saw a vaguely familiar face.

"Hi," he said, approaching the figure. "You're Zacharias Smith, right? I'm Finn Collins with the Prophet, could I have a word?"


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