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Post by Alice Marie Keenan on Sept 19, 2011 16:02:51 GMT -5
As weird as it may have seemed, Alice actually took her job seriously. Very seriously. In fact, despite that it was only Connie, she was meeting, Alice wore her work clothes. The black hat with a colorful but serene toned feather in it, her white, pristine blouse. Dark, black, neat pants. Heels, a nice little purse to match the hat, sun-glasses, fanciful earrings, a planner, a make-up bag, and a pen and paper set to jot down notes. Although it may all seem too fancy to just be work-clothes, they weren’t Alice’s normal style. She much preferred bright colors like red.
She wasn’t in a hurry, but she wanted to be there before Connie, as was professional when you force some one out of their nice, warm bed at Merlin knows what hour of the morning. So she apparated to Luchino Café to beat the woman. -Make no mistake, Alice didn’t do this recklessly. She’s very firm about taking care of herself and would not enjoy being splinched. She’s never been a big fan of her own pain. She knew it could be healed, but she’d rather just avoid the whole thing if she could,. It made much more sense than having to go in every two minutes to see the nurses at St. Mungo’s.
It was rather nice out today, the sky was surprisingly blue and clear for London -not that Alice thought that would last long. So seeing the subjects they’d be talking about, Alice chose one of the seats in the back alley -most people liked sitting in front of the building or in the building itself, so it was a perfect place to talk freely with the woman and get a good interview. Of course, she didn’t just let herself into the back, she walked into the joint with her heels clicking on the stone floor demandingly
She mentioned that she would be sitting at one of the outside tables placed in the back-alley. It would be a lie to say that, despite her short stature, Alice didn’t make them a little nervous with her serious gaze and the suspicious fact she wanted to sit in that place, but if they felt it, they didn’t say anything. Instead, they just nodded their head when Alice said to direct the person who would be looking for her to where she was and what she wanted to drink. Which was an obvious - A large French Vanilla Latte.
There, she would wait for her friend and her drink as she went over the questions to ask in her head. Even if you were friends with the ‘subject’ you were suppose to be polite and formal. That obviously wasn’t Alice’s take. She thought it made for a better interview to be friendly with the other person. Who wants to tell some one anything when they’re treating you like just another job? She’d ask the questions and get the answers alright, but she’d take a much more intimate approach to it and actually listen to the people she interviewed.
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Post by Constance Rayne McCarthy on Sept 19, 2011 22:53:02 GMT -5
 
She took her time while dressing that morning, mindful of the bruise on the back of her shoulder just above the fox tattoo that represented the loss of loved ones and her friends. She showered, being sure to bask in the pleasure that her housemates never were home on her days off, and then, while it dried, used a spell to grow back out her hair before trimming it to touch to collarbones. Even though she was just going to be interviewed, Constance wanted to look nice. She added her makeup in a timely fashion, adjusted her tank top, and collected her hooded sweatshirt off her bed before walking out of Malfoy Manor, heading towards the gates. Her wand, tucked underneath her pant leg and boot, was nowhere in sight, the feeling of it creating a rather comfortable feeling even for something that looked like a child’s toy.
Constance didn’t really understand why Alice wanted to do an interview about her. She never really thought much about herself being very interesting; she was a Hit Witch, she was a blood-traitor, and she was a rather stubborn woman that barely fit in at school with the people she was supposed to. Most men saw her as a piece of meat, at least until they ended up on the receiving end of one of her punches, and then, they tended to leave her alone. With a soft sigh, and a silent mental curse about the café being so far away, Constance turned on the spot, thinking of her destination before arriving in a back alley of Luchino’s Café, in London. Adjusting her clothing once more, she ran her painted blue fingernails underneath her lower lip and walked with a steady pace to the establishment, studying the shabby little place with a wary expression crossing her gray-blue eyes.
She found Alice, not trusting the coffee and took a seat in one of the chairs, resisting the urge to cringe as she crossed one leg over the other, offering a smile to her shorter, blonde friend. “Hey, Alice.” It felt good to get out of Draco’s home, Constance still looking for a flat just to get away from it. She’d spent too much time in the past three years there, and she didn’t really like dealing with Lucius on a daily occurrence. “Hope I didn’t keep you waiting.”
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Post by Alice Marie Keenan on Sept 20, 2011 7:14:15 GMT -5
Alice glanced up at the woman, with a surprisingly warm smile, “Connie, hi! No, you’re not late. Right on time. Punctual as usual, eh? Want to order coffee before we get started?”
Just as Alice’s sentence had finished, one of the workers brought out her French Vanilla Latte. She stared down at the dull brown heat absorbing cup before looking up at Connie. It was her look at begged like a little puppy for the other person to try before she did. Connie probably knew why too -Alice was very picky about what went in her mouth, be it food, drink, or anything else for that matter. Alice was obviously in no hurry to reach into her purse.
Not with the muggle waiting around for Connie’s order. The woman was pointedly ignoring the waiter and exchanging small words, “I’m sorry for waking you up so early, but it’s a nice day. Isn’t it? I almost slept in and didn’t have enough time to do my hair. That would have been ghastly.”
But, as was obvious, the woman’s hair was unusually put up today, it was on a side of the head bun, with just enough hair loose in the bun to fall to her shoulder in wavy locks. The biggest reason for this is it’s one of the hair-styles her father preferred on her and she had been half-asleep when she’d done her golden blonde hair this morning.
Alice had to hold a hand over her mouth to cover a yawn. Despite the fact the questions she’d be asking were so simple, she’d stayed up most of the night devising what order she should ask the questions in. After a long debate, she decided to go with simple, casual questions and work her way towards the bigger ones. And ones connected to the bigger ones.
After some considerable moments passed, Alice gazed at her friend intently, “I don’t want to take up too much of your time, so we can start whenever you wish.”
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Post by Constance Rayne McCarthy on Sept 20, 2011 14:29:46 GMT -5
She shook her head softly, “Just a can of coke, please.” Something about the drink just made her uneasy, and she didn’t particularly like the café, removing the correct amount of pounds from her pocket for both her own drink as well as Alice’s, and the likely drink she’ll order after Constance refused to test it out. She never liked coffee much anyway, so the blonde would just have to suffer. “When have you ever known me not to be?” Constance lifted an eyebrow lightly.
The brunette lifted her shoulders softly, unzipping her hooded sweatshirt lightly as she felt eyes turn in their direction, smiling once again gently, “It’ll be fine, Alice, I’ll either go visit Harry or see what another friend of mine is up to,” She turned her attention to the man, watching him as he put down two cokes and quickly walked off. Constance pushed the second to Alice, “Here, because you will not drink anything without trying to poison me.” She looked up at the man, giving him a rather blank stare. “You can leave anytime now…” The statement somehow ended up as a suggestion, and he hurried off.
“I’m going to start making Jamie drug you to make you sleep.” Constance frowned at the yawn, knowing very well that Alice probably had been sacrificing her sleeping habits like she did often. That’s why it had been difficult getting up out of bed that morning. It was her day off. “Just waiting on you, doll.” She lightly tapped the edge of her boot against the table, but not enough to jostle it as she leaned back in the chair and waited patiently.
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Post by Alice Marie Keenan on Sept 20, 2011 14:59:46 GMT -5
The woman smiled in response to the woman’s quirky come-back to Alice’s teasing joke about punctuality. She was a bit huffy about the fact the woman wouldn’t try the latte for her. So as the man sat the cokes down, she held the latte out for him to take it with. He took it and hurried away. Alice had an amused look in her eyes as the woman shoved the coca cola over.
Alice tried her best to avoid her beloved sugary sweets since her job didn’t include much activity. Sitting at a desk, writing up interviews, going out to meet the interviewee. But even when going to meet the person she was interviewing, she rarely had to walk, it was usually quicker to apparate or use floo powder. When the destination was close, Alice would hoof it. It wasn’t like the heels hurt too terribly, she was used to walking in heels from the time she was young.
The woman stared up at the man staring at them, she wiggled her fingers after him as Connie chased him off. It was everything she could do to not teasingly comment about “he couldn’t help it, you’re just so stunning.” She managed to hold it, however. Alice knew Connie hated those jokes. Alice was pretty sure it was because they made her embarrassed.
The woman blinked at the woman’s threat. She chuckled, “Jamie, drug me? He’s smart, but way too timid, that brother-mine. You’d have more luck talking Chess into charming my coffee to make me fall asleep.”
The woman nodded and -just in case any muggles happened to be eavesdropping- held out the paper with enough spaces in between questions to write down the answers. This was another thing Alice had stayed up last night for. Since they were meeting at a muggle café, she figured it would be safer to just have the woman write down answers while they made small talk.
Alice tapped her index finger’s nail against the coke can’s top before opening it. The woman wouldn’t dare break her nails, so she shoved her pinky under the tab and pulled up rather than using her nail. She took a quiet sip before twirling the can in her hands, “How goes finding a new apartment? You know, you could still come stay with Jamie and I. I won’t force you, but please remember you have that option if you get hard-pressed for a new place to stay.”
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Post by Constance Rayne McCarthy on Sept 20, 2011 19:36:44 GMT -5
Usually, she wanted to tease Alice about the habit of her being punctual – it was just something that she had always done when she was younger – and she yawned a bit, despite having woken an hour prior to the interview. Gently, she bounced her foot once more from habit. It was either that, or chew on the inside of her bottom lip which was a nasty habit that she’d broken shortly after helping Draco with his alcoholism despite the fact it liked to surface at times such as this.
While at Hogwarts, Constance had learned the hard way that if she were in deep thought, she would subconsciously poke her tongue out a little bit and apply a light amount of pressure. The twinkle in Alice’s eyes told her that there was slight mischievous intent, but after dealing with the Weasley twins, Constance knew better than to ask what was on her mind. Most of the time, with Alice, she didn’t want to know.
“Don’t tempt me, that cat of yours is brilliant.” She teased softly, stretching out her legs as she collected the notepad and paused as she glanced at it and turned it around… “Do I even want to ask about this, Alice?” She sighed about the profanity on the notepad, removing a pen from her pocket before she began writing down the answers. Some caused her to inwardly wince, but others she was able to answer without any hesitance.
Glancing up from her small, neat handwriting, Constance shrugged her shoulders to the woman’s question. “It’s coming along, Draco still hasn’t found out.. I’ll tell him later on. She watched with a curious gray-blue gaze before she began writing once more, listening to Alice. “I don’t mind where I am now, I just… need to branch out and get away from others. Don’t get me wrong, you’re a really amazing friend and I do love Draco, but I need to be closer to the Ministry, and… I like being able to walk and go check up on the Weasley’s when they’re around.
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Post by Alice Marie Keenan on Sept 21, 2011 18:35:58 GMT -5
Alice chuckled a little at the woman’s words. Chess being brilliant? There was no doubt in her mind that was true. She winked a little, “Unh, I swear he was born to be a little star. He got out of the apartment and one of the downstairs neighbors had him. When I went looking for him and banged on her door. Her husband answered -sweet old couple, but they HATE cats. They were feeding him from their meals on wheels or whatever. He’s like a little Casanova. But I think they get lonely, so whenever he runs off, I always let him stay for awhile, yanno?”
When the woman asked in a scolding tone about the notepad, Alice grinned. Her cheeks flushed a deep rouge color and she giggled a little. She shrugged her shoulders, knowing the woman didn’t want a real answer. So she gave her a short one, “Not everything has to be uniform even when boss-man bitches it should.”
Alice nodded -to be truthful, it did hurt her, but she understood. The smile she gave the woman was a little hurt, but it was genuine, “I know… I don’t mean to be such a pest, it’s just… I could consider you family, yanno? Just come visit me sometime, yeah? My beds big enough for a sleep-over and Jamie and Chess both adore you. I‘ll make your favorites for dinner too if you call ahead to warn me your coming over. ”
Alice rubbed her eyes a little. Despite the make-up, dark rings under them were fairly obvious. She didn’t even have to look at the powder-case-mirror to know. She grinned at Connie, sheepishly. Alice was a bit vain, but not to the point she let things get to her. She didn’t even mind joking around about her flaws. She giggled a bit more, commenting, “I must look god-awful. Merlin’s sake, I probably have wrinkles already, right?”
Her eyes turned mischievous and she winked at the woman once again, “Maybe if I get lucky, I can go out in a bang at a young age. You won’t let them put a bad picture in the DP of my obituary page, will ya? I swear, my editor has it out for me!”
Of course, Alice would never really let herself die off easily. Even if they didn’t really need her, she liked to believe Chess, Jamie, Connie, and maybe some other’s did in fact need her. And really, who could leave some one behind who needed them? Besides, who’d feed Chess if she died?! He’s very picky, just like she is, only some one who knew him would know what to feed him. These thoughts… Her face turned into a sulk as she realized she’d never really thought about it, “Connie… If I do die…. Half my bank will go to Jamie, the other half to Chess. You’ll take care of Chess, right? You know how picky about food AND people he is.”
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Post by Constance Rayne McCarthy on Sept 23, 2011 1:35:15 GMT -5
She smiled faintly, the fact that she was still tired completely visible on her delicate features. While she, unlike Alice, had gotten some sleep, Constance needed at least nine full hours of sleep to function perfectly fine without the want to yawn. She’d only had five, staying up late while reading for apartments to rent. “Oh dear… you know, I honestly think that cat is going to die before it’s second birthday by the way you treat it. You do know that there is cat food, correct?” She scolded softly, half-heartedly. The woman didn’t really look like she was in the mood, however, still tired.
“There are certain things that have to be in protocol, what if you were interviewing anyone else? Someone that didn’t know you perso—ah, excuse me – nally?” She lifted her hand to stifle the yawn, eyeing the list of coffee being opening her own coke and taking a long drink of the sweet liquid. She instantly felt a bit better despite the overwhelming urge to curl up and fall asleep once she got home. Alice would, as always, eventually owe her for this and she knew that she would repay it in some odd form.
As Alice offered to at least let her stay the night once in a while, visiting with her, Constance nodded her head. She wondered why everyone that she’d talked to recently were acting as if she were leaving them for good, departing for a new land? “I can do that.” The woman reached up to rub at her eyes and then looked at Alice with a frown that would be considered to be very similar to her own mother’s before she passed away. It was a sign of displeasure. “One of us acts like a hero to save the muggle and wizarding community from Dark Magic,” She leaned forward to whisper, “And sadly, she’s the only one that tends to sleep once in a while. Shame on you.”
“Yes,” Constance yawned once more, “Tons of wrinkles.” When Alice mentioned death, Constance visibly tensed up as she raised her soda can to her lips, taking another drink of it before setting it down and closing her eyes as she listened. “Yes… and that cat honestly needs to go on a diet.” She didn’t like having to hear about death and her friends dying. They were her family, her loved ones, her life. They were why she was constantly out, battling against escaped criminals and nearly getting herself blown up on a daily basis.
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Post by Alice Marie Keenan on Sept 24, 2011 11:06:50 GMT -5
Despite the lack of sleep both women shared, Alice was obviously the better at not showing it. If she were to show any tiredness? Only because she trusted Connie not to tease her for it. Other than that, Alice managed to hold a chipper, if not serene hold -at least for now. The woman yawning would later set Alice into yawning.
She gave the woman a almost horrified look, “Dear me, don’t say such a thing. I feed him cat food. He especially likes the Tuna wet-cat-food covered in Strawberry yoghurt. And honestly. How can I, as his mama, refuse him when he climbs on to my lap wanting some of the food I made from my plate? It would practically be child abuse to tell him no.”
Alice took a drink of her can to stifle a yawn. She was going to have to use a bus or transit to get home… It probably wasn’t a wise idea for her to have apparated earlier with how spaced out her head was, “Shall we take a long walk together after this? Who’s closer, my house or yours?”
Alice snapped her attention to the woman, with a serious expression, “Firstly, we introduce ourselves respectfully and greet them. Secondly Rita’s “methods” and those that use stiff “methods” hardly get a good story. It’s all lies and slander. They wouldn’t know how to post a bloody good article if it smacked them in the face. Regardless of your terms with the interviewee, you need to be friendly and relaxed when asking the questions so they’ll be more willing to answer. Thirdly, when all is said and done, you pay the tab, thank them for their time and offer to see them off.”
Alice actually showed a typical Slytherin snarl of disdain. Her usually gentle blue eyes were a bit cold. Talking this way on an interview? Unacceptable. But it was a friend, “Rita Skeeter doesn’t know a damned thing about protocol and yet she’s one of our more well known Journalist. Meanwhile Daphne and I have to work our asses off just for the hope people will find our articles worthwhile. I don’t know how many times we’ve had to argue with our boss about some one not being interview material. In fact, I was suppose to go visit Azkaban today and interview one of those guys instead of you until he gave up. If it was that bloody hag, she probably would have stayed in bed and made it all up. She should be a god-damned Novelist, not a journalist!”
Alice’s lips pursed into a thin line and her eyes calmed down. She looked down at the can in her hands and spun it around, peering into the little hole. She was trying to imagine her emotions were calming down like the waves of black soda in the can, “…I…I’m sorry about that, Connie. I’m just a little sleepy. I do know my protocols, but I don’t exactly believe in getting a good scoop at the cost of lying. I’d rather be able to make a readable article with truths.”
Alice chuckled, “You yawned earlier, so it was only a natural reaction to yawn in return. Don’t worry, I’ve slept.”
It wasn’t a lie, she’d had some sleep. Alice glanced up at Connie, the idea she had gotten last night while sorting everything had been the thing that had kept her up the longest. The idea was absolutely wonderful -but it would also probably get her killed. But for her friends sake…. She wouldn’t mind becoming a ghost or going to Wizard heaven~! The woman had been holding a poker face until she came out of her thoughts, just in time to listen to the woman’s teasing.
Alice feigned a shock response to the woman’s agreeing, but laughed it off. When the woman tensed up, Alice frowned a little. She reached a hand across the table in an attempt to lightly squeeze Connie’s, “Tell you what, you can help him with his diet and I won’t die until you kill me, sound like a fair trade?”
The woman’s eyes were finally sparkling with her usual mischievousness as she asked that teasing question. Her mouth was spread into an almost Cheshire-cat grin. The woman glanced up at a man who was staring -particularly at the their hands. She smiled up at him sweetly, “Shall we kiss or are you going to get lost?”
She had absolutely no intention of kissing a woman when she was this sober, but Connie knew her tricks well enough that she figured the woman would catch on and either play along or just scare the guy off. The later was more likely. Either way worked for her as long as the inconsiderate bugger left.
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Post by Constance Rayne McCarthy on Sept 24, 2011 19:07:12 GMT -5
"Am I going to have to get you a puffskin? They're docile, and they have no issue being cuddled or thrown about. They also are scavengers, meaning your diet for Chess will not kill it unlike it will the cat." As Alice tried to defend herself, Constance rolled her eyes and took a drink of her soda, not lowering it from the base of her lower lip. "Don't give me that, cats have to either eat meat or specialized meals or it'll mess up their stomach. Don't come crying to me when the cat goes paws up." It was a little harsh, but Constance knew Alice had a tendency to spoil her animals. She dreaded the day Jazz would be left with her for a day, although she probably could talk Ginny into taking care of her if it came down to it. Constance would never leave her kitten with Draco... They hated each other, and the Maine Coon-kneazle mix definitely was capable to beat Draco up. She still hadn't told him that she found a pair of his trousers clawed up in her room.
"Yours, but I've got to go check out an apartment today... Olivia, a real estate agent in our... Job speciality," The man replaced their drinks and walked away made it difficult for Constance to use mentioning of Diagon Alley, "called me back so I set up to check out one." She finished off her can, setting it down as she collected the second can and popped it open. As Alice went off on her about what protocol was and mentioned Rita Skeeter, Constance blatantly ignored her. She wasn't in the mood to hear it, and she didn't read Skeeter for whatever it mattered. After she reworded something that Constance had been talking to another Slytherin during the Triwizard Tournament. As her friend continued, at least until Azkaban was mentioned and she leaned forward to hit her friend upside the head as people turned to listen. "Quiet will you. Muggles." She hissed between her teeth, setting the pad upside down on the table after setting a napkin down.
The woman was visibly annoyed at the place, and it didn't help that she was low on sleep. She was a little messy, that was true, but she made it a point not to touch the thinly greased table and kept one arm around her stomach with the other holding her drink. "Good, what kept you up all night? It took me less than five seconds to answer those..." Constance lived with the Malfoy family, and she was very talented when it came to reading people at times, but she usually had to be awake for that. She squeezed Alice's hand lightly and nodded her head lightly at the deal, at least until the words caught up to her.
"Alice, what are you planning to do against me?" She asked. Alice never mentioned Constance killing her unless she were going to do something stupid. She didn't, however press on the issue when she felt the man return and she forced herself to give Alice a loving smile. "My love," She inwardly cringed, "Let's not give the poor man a heart attack and keep it in the bedroom? You're so gorgeous, I really don't think he'll be able to contain himself." The words she spoke left a nasty aftertaste in Constance's mouth and at that moment, she really wished she had Firewhiskey to wash it out. She was doing all she could not to gag. Now, that wasn't to say she had issues with homosexual tendencies, however, Constance preferred them never to be directed at her.
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Post by Alice Marie Keenan on Sept 26, 2011 17:14:04 GMT -5
The woman rolled her eyes at Connie’s words. As cute as a puffskin sounded, Alice hardly doubted that Chess would go paws up. She admitted that she fed Chess human food, but she never fed him anything bad. He wasn’t allowed near sweets.. Well. She did let him have some of her lattes and coffee with creamer, but that was about it. Other than that, he only got veggies, fruits, meats, and fish.
She also fed him dry and wet cat-food. Well, she also fed him yoghurt… But that was good for his digestive system! And she didn’t let him eat all the time, she regulated him so he wouldn’t get too fat and she took him to a vet regularly for check-ups. Her cat was in fine health! He was just spoilt, that’s all. Nothing wrong with that. At least he was a happy kitty.
Alice sighed and nodded. Looks like a long walk home alone for her. At least she lived on the muggle side of things so it wasn’t too terribly far from where they were now. After a tirade about Rita Skeeter and protocals, just as she was mentioning Azkaban. Alice was hit over the head by Connie. When the woman told her to be quiet, Alice zipped her lip, taking a large drink of her can. She opened the new one with a small sigh.
This was hardly her day, hopefully it would get better. Or at least stop being hush-hush, this was the bad side of muggles. She didn’t hate them, but they were awfully inconvenient when you wanted to talk about non-muggle things. Luckily, most of them weren’t that intelligent. The children seemed smarter than the adults, to be truthful. It was like they could see a whole other world that the adults couldn’t.
Alice had to think over that answer. What had kept her up? Something involving Connie, but she certainly wasn’t going to give that away. She couldn’t get killed until AFTER she did it or it would be pointless. The woman smiled gently when her hand was squeezed in return. It was calming to hang out with a friend and almost lulled her to sleep.
“I’m not planning to do anything to you,” Alice mumbled.
Alice wasn’t expecting the other woman to play along, so she nearly dropped her guard. She about choked on her soda but quickly managed to find an excuse for it. She imagined one of her exes saying that instead of Connie and her cheeks flushed a bright red. Her eyes warmed up to a flustered silk, “When you say it like that… I’ll be so embarrassed. I nearly choked because your words made my heart skip a beat, my honey.”
Unlike Connie, Alice had no issue with cheesy lines directed toward either gender for the fact she knew with certainty what she liked. Men. But not just any men, certain men. The woman pulled her notepad and pencil into her purse and let loose another yawn. She covered it with her hand before groggily asking, “Well, thank you for your time. I appreciate it. Next time I’ll treat you to lunch.”
The woman stood and leaned over, planted a kiss to each of the woman’s cheeks in a friendly fashion before waltzing off. She’d take a muggle way home. Safer.
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