#( 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ) — negotium walk

[cvriousheart]

( 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 ) — outside the daily prophet offices, negotium walk ( 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 ) — open ( @startertms​ )

oriana pushed the door to the daily prophet office open with their shoulder, bag slung across their shoulder and coffee in hand—one of those paper to-go cups that never seemed to actually keep coffee warm, full of more syrup and milk than coffee. They carried a tension in their shoulders, the sort they’d come to expect after work but it was worse today than normal. “my editor struck down my planned article for tomorrow.” it was a complaint spoken in the direction of a friendly-looking face. they drank the coffee, grimaced—cold and bitter with just a hint of the copious amounts of sugar and syrup they paid for. “apparently an article about sightings of sybill trelawney’s ghost is too distasteful.” then, they took another drink, finishing the coffee in a gulp, all the overpriced syrups and sugar seemingly contained in that drink—sunk to the bottom now, after half a work day spent sitting on their desk, forgotten. 

[cvriousheart]

( 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 ) — the daily prophet offices,  ( 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 ) —  closed ( 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 ) — @sqviidboy

oriana walked towards their desk, bundled up still after their lunch outside the office with phoebe. they stopped, though, at the sight of dennis. “do they not pay you enough for an actual lunch, creevey? are you seriously eating carrots?”