- Messages
- 247
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- Mixed Blood
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- Seeing Somebody
- Wand
- Black Walnut/ Maple Wand 12 3/4 Essence of Silver Thistle
- Age
- 1/2011
This was his first real job. His first full time employment as a daily prophet sports writer. The man was nervous to say the least, he knew very little of the woman he was going to have meet. He knew that she was his first interview, and a lot rode upon him doing this right. Which meant that poor Celestyn had barely slept the night before. He had sat up, learning all he had already known for years. If there was anything that could be said Celestyn knew all there needed to about Quidditch. It was his favourite sport. Of all the sports he had ever watched, both muggle and wizarding, he had found that quidditch was the one that he could always enjoy. One that never got boring, it was just a pity that he didn't actually know how to fly himself. He could watch it, but since he had never attended magical school, the opportunity to play had never been brought to him. It was only lately that he had even been able to get on a broom for the first time. Which for a sports reporter at a Magical newspaper was definitely something he hadn't brought up in the interview, or application process. He was young, only twenty one, he had plenty of time. This was however his first real job and he didn't want to mess it up. He had rent to pay, and food to buy. Thankfully, his job just about covered that. He just needed to be good at it. He just needed to not crash and burn. Which he actually hoped would be fairly easy for him. Since, he was sure that this first interview would be simple, from what he had gathered from his boss, it wouldn't be too hard. He had all the questions, all he needed to do was be able to ask them to her. He had been warned that she was a suspected veela, but, with little experience with them he wasn't sure what he was actually supposed to be looking out for, so he didn't have any worries, or so he thought. He was sure that this would go simply. Celestyn was completely unsure of how such a simple thing could possibly go wrong. he was a fairly optimistic guy, he liked looking on the bright side, so while he was stressed, his mind wasn't just playing all the possibilities where it went completely wrong. It played almost equal ways.
The room was perfectly set up. There was a small table, with two chairs, one for the quidditch player, and the other for him to sit at. He was happy to have arrived first, which was the norm, or so he heard. While still a young reporter the best image he had was the one he should be showing. He was dressed fairly causally, since he was just a newspaper reporter and not a muggle news anchor. he wore his usual old and faded jeans matched with plain white t-shirt. Just a very casual look. Nothing too proper, nothing that would make him stand out in a crowd. While fairly attractive at twenty-one, he wasn't someone who stood out. He was just there. He had a pen and paper set up beside him, as well, as two jugs of water, and a few glasses. There appeared to be more glasses than would be needed for just two people. The finnish man was sitting comfortable in the chair. He had already slipped on his glasses, ready to get start with her, now all he had to do was wait. It was odd for him to still be in New Zealand. A part of him had hoped he wouldn't get the job, just so he had a reason to leave, pack his bags and go back home to Finland, but he had gotten the job, and so had stayed. He loved quidditch, and there was no bigger paper in all of New Zealand than the daily prophet, he would've been the world's biggest idiot to walk away from a job like that. Despite the surprisingly poor pay and incredibly long hours he'd have to do. From what he gathered, the person he was interviewing was with the photographer, just getting a couple of images to stick with the article that Celestyn would write. He keep his eyes on the paper in front of him, while twirling the pen in his hand, just waiting. Waiting for this woman to turn up so he could do his job.
The room was perfectly set up. There was a small table, with two chairs, one for the quidditch player, and the other for him to sit at. He was happy to have arrived first, which was the norm, or so he heard. While still a young reporter the best image he had was the one he should be showing. He was dressed fairly causally, since he was just a newspaper reporter and not a muggle news anchor. he wore his usual old and faded jeans matched with plain white t-shirt. Just a very casual look. Nothing too proper, nothing that would make him stand out in a crowd. While fairly attractive at twenty-one, he wasn't someone who stood out. He was just there. He had a pen and paper set up beside him, as well, as two jugs of water, and a few glasses. There appeared to be more glasses than would be needed for just two people. The finnish man was sitting comfortable in the chair. He had already slipped on his glasses, ready to get start with her, now all he had to do was wait. It was odd for him to still be in New Zealand. A part of him had hoped he wouldn't get the job, just so he had a reason to leave, pack his bags and go back home to Finland, but he had gotten the job, and so had stayed. He loved quidditch, and there was no bigger paper in all of New Zealand than the daily prophet, he would've been the world's biggest idiot to walk away from a job like that. Despite the surprisingly poor pay and incredibly long hours he'd have to do. From what he gathered, the person he was interviewing was with the photographer, just getting a couple of images to stick with the article that Celestyn would write. He keep his eyes on the paper in front of him, while twirling the pen in his hand, just waiting. Waiting for this woman to turn up so he could do his job.