maps_lavender (maps_lavender) wrote in greatergood_rpg, @ 2010-10-19 12:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: lavender brown, character: walden macnair, date: october 2000, place: ministry of magic |
RP: What Have You Done?
Date: October 19, 2000
Characters: Lavender & Macnair
Location: The Ministry of Magic, Macnair's Office
Public/Private: Private
Warnings: Language
Summary: Lavender discovers the article about her on the front page of the Prophet and freaks out on Macnair since he's the only one who could have released the photos. Plus the story was only partially true. She never actually slept with the Prime Minister.
Status: Complete
Lavender tilted her head to the side as she sat at her desk outside of Mrs. Weasley’s office. A copy of this mornings edition of the Daily Prophet was sticking out from underneath a pile of files that she was ready to file away. The words ‘Prime Minister’ had caught her attention in the headline. She stopped, remembering her brief encounter with the man at the hotel then quickly pulled it out, gasping at the sight of the photo of herself half naked with the man on the bed. “Oh my god.” Her heart sank down into her chest. She dropped the paper on her desk going pale as a ghost. She didn’t even want to read what the article said out of fear, but she did anyways. As soon as she finished reading it, her head hit her desk, closing her eyes. This was a nightmare.
She had finally got her life back on track, leaving all of her past behind, and now this. It was on the front page of the paper for all to see? And it wasn’t even all true. As bad as the photo’s may have looked, they never had sex. The Prime Minister backed out, he couldn’t do it. This was her fault for letting Macnair bully her into doing that to the man, but it was crystal clear that this article was his doing. No one else knew about this. No one else had these photos except Macnair. So many thoughts raced through her mind. Mostly of what Malachi would think of this? How much this was going to embarrass him? He had to know that this happened before she quit her job, and she’d explain to him that the article was wrong, that she didn’t sleep with the Prime Minister. It was just Macnair being an asshole to get back at her and cause shit with the muggle leader. She felt terrible for causing this. But first she was going to pay her old boss a little visit. Let him know he wasn’t going to get away with this. It was slander and she had a friend at the Prophet. Two could play this game.
Rolling up the paper, she tucked it under her arm and clutched her wand, quickly making her way to the department of International Cooperation, avoiding eye contact with everyone in sight. She could hear the passing witches pointing and whispering a she passed by, but she was too angry and full of furry to care at that moment. Macnair wasn’t going to fuck with her life and get away with it. She rapped on his office door, ignoring his new secretary, then decided to just barge in. “Fuck you!” She yelled, throwing the paper at the man behind the desk.