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Mar 28, 2024 22:40:36 GMT
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Post by Deleted on Sept 23, 2013 20:28:05 GMT
In a cosy, quieter corner of the Three Broomsticks was where you could currently find the Daily Prophet's young journalist. His table was cluttered with messy piles of parchment, most had been written on already. So, here Fraser was, finishing off his article about the Hogsmeade Carnival since his deadline was now dangerously close. Luckily this wasn't front page news, so his boss wasn't insisting on pestering him every other hour. One did not repeatedly pester Fraser Leporarius - unless they had a deathwish.
Sunglasses perched on the top of his dark curls, almost slipping off his head as he worked, Fraser scribbled down his report on the parchment. It was odd to see him in such a state of pure concentration, because that wasn't exactly the man's forte. But, when he put his mind to it, Fraser knew that he could actually get a great job done. Fuelled by various sugary items of food and warm butterbeers, he kept going for what seemed like hours to him. Then, finally, it was done. Fraser sighed in relief and smiled as he rested his head on the table top. No more work, for now at least.
A couple of minutes passed until Fraser willed himself into recovery. He removed his forehead from the tabletop, rolled his sweater sleeves up to his elbow, flicked his sunglasses back down over his eyes and downed some more butterbeer. Was he good, or what? Fraser shuffled his parchment into two neat piles: one being for notes and sources, while the other consisted of the finished article that he would hand in shortly.OUTFIT click NOTES cc: TAGGED open to anyone~
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