Alasdair Buchanan keeps his secrets... (ecoutezmoi) wrote in reduxpitch, @ 2015-12-18 16:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | !bingo, !challenge, !thread, character: edward carmichael, character: parvati patil, location: hogsmeade |
WHO. Eddie Carmichael and OPEN
WHEN. Lunchtime, early January 2000 (not long after the premiere of TWTWTW)
WHERE. Scrivenshaft's, Hogsmeade
SUMMARY. Eddie pops in to visit his old man at work, and finds himself supremely irritated by one of the employees.
CHALLENGE. BINGO (Scrivenshaft's, Lunchtime, "He never let his lack of knowledge hold him back on any subject"), Backstory (Provoke)
His first mistake had been, after he had been to meet his father and spend his lunch break with his old man, to mention in public earshot that he was heading back to work for a script editing meeting. His second had been to listen to Palmer, the assistant manager on this particular shift, when the older man offered his opinion on the show that had just aired, to what was great acclaim from the listenership at large.
Palmer was in his late fifties, a puffed up popinjay of a wizard who never let his lack of knowledge hold him back on any subject. He was often known to opine on many a subject, whether it be the current state of the Ministry (yet he also claimed to be disgusted by the notion of politics), manners of the members of the public who visited the shop (seeming to forget that he owed them good manners in return), or, in this instance, the "bizarre excuses for entertainment young people seem to like these days".
It was that latter subject causing the greying, bespectacled wizard's rant today. As his eyes glazed over, staring at a patch on the wall, Eddie wondered why on earth he was listening to this when he desired nothing more than to pull Palmer's glasses - which he wore around his neck on an elastic strap - back and release them, sending them flying back into his stupid, smug face. Actually, he did know - he was a known employee of the WWN, and he liked his job.
Damn.
Still leaning against the countertop - thank heaven that separated them in the least - Eddie began to click each of the finger joints on his left hand, one by one, as he pressed down upon them with his thumb. Anyone who knew him would know this for one of his tells, and sense the increasing tension in which Eddie held himself, willing the conversation to soon be over.