Riley Mauven
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It seemed as though it was just another morning for Riley May Alexandra as she pulled a comb through her hair in front of the armoir in her family's modest apartment. But as the last few strands of blonde hair fell into place, she smiled, knowing that really, this very day could change her life. Little did she know that she was correct, but for reasons other than those that had crossed her mind the night before. Reasons that, after the bad break up with her boyfriend, she would not have yet considered. Running a vanilla scented chapstick over her pale lips, the seventeen year old pouted, before giggling ever so quietly at her reflection, being sure not to wake her sleeping mother and twin sister. Today was the day that the Hufflepuff would see if her destiny was just that, if she truly was meant to be a journalist, if she belonged to the Daily Prophet. It had always seemed like a wonderful and exciting existence to her, even as a child, despite being brought up as a muggle before attending Hogwarts. Journalists were glamorous, strong, and independent women. They demanded power, and as these words flooded the seventh year's brain, she made a secret promise to herself that she would be an example of them all that morning, the morning of her very first interview.
If she was being completely honest, Riley would have to admit that she was surprised when she had received notification that she had been accepted into an internship at the Daily Prophet. Her grades had never been tremendous like those of Kalani's, who had quite often rained on her sister's parade, not purposefully, but becoming Head Girl of Beauxbatons had certainly outshined any of the passes Riley had gained in her various school subjects. So, without hesitation the teen had accepted, and immediately begged her mother for money to buy herself a 'professional outfit' she wanted to look the part when she met with the man she would be interviewing. Now that she could use magic outside of Hogwarts, it didn't take long at all for her to apparate to the Quidditch Pitch, the very destination she had scrawled onto a post-it note as her journalist mentor had said it just that little bit to quickly. With a smile on her face, Riley May pressed her skirt down with her hands and checked her bag one last time for the quill and parchment she would be needing, and the sheet of questions she was going to ask the Professional Quidditch player she was meeting with. She had been told his name was Mr. Will Connors, but she hadn't been told anything else, those details were for her to find out.
The Hufflepuff Seeker was particularly excited when she discovered Mr. Connors was a pro player, it was one of the things she herself had dreamed of ever since she had started first on the Beauxbatons school team, and secondly on the Hogwarts school team when she had transfered. Needless to say, the seventh year hadn't heard from any scouts yet, something that was a little disheartening, but she soon forgot about it as she stepped further forward onto the pitch, noticing a young blonde haired man was the only person to be seen on the pitch. She certainly hadn't anticipated that her subject was going to be so, well, good looking. She smiled at Will. "Riley Alexandra. Intern for the Daily Prophet." she announced proudly, biting her lip as she looked closer at the lemon juice died hair that Mr. Connors was sporting. She had to keep biting down on it not to laugh, she was no longer thinking of how good looking he was, she was very knowledgable when it came to hair , and that was no natural colouring that she saw in front of her.
<i></i>If she was being completely honest, Riley would have to admit that she was surprised when she had received notification that she had been accepted into an internship at the Daily Prophet. Her grades had never been tremendous like those of Kalani's, who had quite often rained on her sister's parade, not purposefully, but becoming Head Girl of Beauxbatons had certainly outshined any of the passes Riley had gained in her various school subjects. So, without hesitation the teen had accepted, and immediately begged her mother for money to buy herself a 'professional outfit' she wanted to look the part when she met with the man she would be interviewing. Now that she could use magic outside of Hogwarts, it didn't take long at all for her to apparate to the Quidditch Pitch, the very destination she had scrawled onto a post-it note as her journalist mentor had said it just that little bit to quickly. With a smile on her face, Riley May pressed her skirt down with her hands and checked her bag one last time for the quill and parchment she would be needing, and the sheet of questions she was going to ask the Professional Quidditch player she was meeting with. She had been told his name was Mr. Will Connors, but she hadn't been told anything else, those details were for her to find out.
The Hufflepuff Seeker was particularly excited when she discovered Mr. Connors was a pro player, it was one of the things she herself had dreamed of ever since she had started first on the Beauxbatons school team, and secondly on the Hogwarts school team when she had transfered. Needless to say, the seventh year hadn't heard from any scouts yet, something that was a little disheartening, but she soon forgot about it as she stepped further forward onto the pitch, noticing a young blonde haired man was the only person to be seen on the pitch. She certainly hadn't anticipated that her subject was going to be so, well, good looking. She smiled at Will. "Riley Alexandra. Intern for the Daily Prophet." she announced proudly, biting her lip as she looked closer at the lemon juice died hair that Mr. Connors was sporting. She had to keep biting down on it not to laugh, she was no longer thinking of how good looking he was, she was very knowledgable when it came to hair , and that was no natural colouring that she saw in front of her.