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February 18th, 2014


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Who: Lucian Bole and Serena Capper
What: WWN Interview
When: Last night?
Where: WWN station
Rating: Low
Status: Complete

Lucian hadn't been in Hogsmeade more than a day and already his publicist was calling him about an interview with the WWN.

"They're based in Hogsmeade, you know," she said in clipped tones, and the first thing Lucian thought of was that meant Pucey would be in town too; he could hit him up for a pint sometime. "Can you manage to find the station or will I be needing to owl over step by step instructions."

So after telling her to piss off, Lucian jotted down the date and time on a piece of paper and chucked it in the fire, figuring she'd owl him again the day of the interview. She actually showed up at his flat, making him take a shower and pull his hair back ("It's cleanshaven but rugged-- clean-rugged, you should just go with it") and then walking him to his appointment, like he was some kind of child.

With one final hiss of "Play nice,", she steered him toward a small room, where a pretty dark-haired witch was seated.

"I'm here for an interview?" Lucian said.
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Who: Lucian Bole and Gwendolyn Montgomery
What: Drinks
When: Tonight at 8pm
Where: The Three Broomsticks
Rating: High
Status: Complete

Maybe if Lucian had known sooner that Hogsmeade was teeming with witches, he'd have demanded for a trade instead of been tossed like yesterday's Prophet. Or at least, come by to visit. He'd been for a game earlier that year, but didn't stay long enough to see the sights, so while the season was on pause for the IQC, he figured he'd do as much sight-seeing as possible.

He was at The Three Broomsticks by eight-- this was a calendar appointment he didn't need his publicist to remind him about-- with a pint to drink. It was as he remembered it (foul), but what could he do? There were few other options around.