Genevieve Nott

the next two words that spilled out of the woman’s mouth startled adrian—and admittedly, irritated him. granted, he had been the first one to yap out a vulgar exclamation, but he hadn’t directed it towards anybody, in particular. unlike her. adrian’s brows furrowed, taking a step back but still keeping his stance. “way to be rude to someone who’s literally just apologised,” he replied sharply, eyeing her pointedly. “try learning some manners, yeah?”

“Don’t try and turn this around on me. It won’t work. You’re the one in the wrong here. Why should I be nice to you? It was you that did something that required an apology.” While her wand was no longer pointed at him, she hadn’t put it away. She knew better safe when out alone. As far as she was concerned her response was completely justified. It wouldn’t be her fault that he didn’t understand why. “You’re one of those guys that tells girls to try smiling, aren’t you?”

     “ Oh sinnerman where you gonna run to? Oh sinnerman where you gonna run to? “ The fast-moving rhythm of the old jazz song echoed throughout the room as Orion sang along with it at the top of his lungs, dancing with his eyes closed and his lip curled up in a wide smile. He wouldn’t stop dancing and singing until he could hear footsteps approach him. “ Are you just going to stand there and watch me or will you join me? ” He questioned them as he ran his fingers through his hair to keep it from falling down his forehead. 

“I prefer to let you act a fool all by yourself,” Genevieve replied. There was no telling if she was teasing playfully or rudely when she delivered it without any notable expression or tone. She took a sip of her drink and continued to stare, as if daring him to continue or make a move. Genevieve was just stubborn enough to commit to it and ignore the music that would normally pull her attention. “If that wasn’t clear, I’ll watch.”

normally, adrian would be a bit more alert walking down the streets, especially during late nights like this one. however, he’s more than exhausted this day, eyelids heavy and body weary after a particularly gruelling shift at work, and all he wanted was to head to the bar and have a pint. that is, until he rounds the corner and comes face to face with another figure, making him jump at the sight, fingers automatically reaching for the wand hidden in his backpocket. “motherfucker!” he  exclaimed, taking  a  brief  moment  to compose himself. “sorry—” he winces, “i didn’t mean to— you just surprised me, is all.”

Genevieve had pulled her own wand just as fast in response. She wasn’t nearly as jumpy as him, but she wouldn’t let someone point a wand at her and not do the same in return. It was a late night, and while she would normally apparate, she had decided it was too nice out not to walk for a time first. This was spoiling it for her. “Fuck you!” It was a reactionary response to his own exclamation. “I surprised you? I was walking in the middle of the sidewalk. You’re the one that leaped around the corner with your wand drawn. Try paying attention.” Genevieve pressed her lips tightly together and didn’t drop her glare or her wand.

          eddie rolled his eyes as genevieve walked up. the two were always cordial, but that didn’t mean they weren’t as competitive as they possibly could be when it came to their jobs. it was just a bit of friendly competition, but of course eddie always wanted to be the better one. “no one has the time to use honey, genevieve,” eddie looked over at her with a small grin. “not with the deadlines that i have,” he admitted as he stuffed his materials back into his bag before looking back up at the girl. “the byline?” he repeated, eyebrows furrowed in visible disbelief. “absolutely not, if it’s my story, you’re going to be lucky if you even get some small credit on the page.”

“It takes the same amount of time as vinegar. It’s your loss that you can’t manage it.” Genevieve wasn’t always the nicest and she often saw no need to sugar coat things. However, that was in her personal life. She wasn’t above manipulation for her job. It was the plan for the day. She had scheduled an appointment and was going over her notes. There was no telling if they were chasing the same story, but it wasn’t unlikely given they both appeared to want to talk with members of the same department. “I was offering to work together. I’d never give you any credit for a story I’m working alone. I suppose we’ll just have to see come Monday when I’ve managed to get the interview and you’re left with unsubstantiated claims for your story.”

“You didn’t happen to see a um… a flying teddy bear, at any point go over here, did you?” Merlin Thaddeus really did love his job sometimes. He’d spent the better part of the day deanimating a hoard of stuffed animals from a nearby toy store and he had finished about forty-five minutes ago, but he needed to just double check he didn’t need to send an obliviator down this way as well before he headed home. “Or you know, a whole flock of them?”

Genevieve raised an eyebrow at the odd question. Flying teddy bears didn’t seem like something one would easily lose. “I wouldn’t be standing here like it was a normal day if I’d seen such a thing.” She would be filming it and then getting to the bottom of how they came to exist and roam free. It seemed the only appropriate response for her. “Do you often lose track of such things?”

          “fine, sit in there and say no comment, but don’t be surprised when there’s an article tomorrow morning bashing your god-awful, pompous, idiotic boss,” he was practically yelling as he was all but dragged out of the office by some bodyguard who most definitely had some type of giant in his family. he still was clenching the notepad in his fist, rounded glasses dangerously close to falling off before the door was slammed in his face. he huffed, fixing his sweater and pushing his glasses back up on the bridge of his nose. “people certainly just don’t have manners like they used to,” eddie grumbled as he put the notepad back into his bag, still visibly irritated at the situation. 

“Are you talking about yourself, Eddie,” Genevieve teased, a playful smile pulling up the corners of her lips. Even if she wasn’t there with him, it would have been impossible for her to miss the scene. She found it more amusing than she presumed he did. While she was never shy of sharing her opinion she was aware of it not always being the best idea during work. However, that applied much more to the people she interviewed than coworkers. It wasn’t her job to be liked. “Hasn’t anyone ever told you that you catch more flies with honey than vinegar?” Every sign pointed to her not liking Eddie, especially him holding a position higher than her own. The opposite was actually true even if she would never feed his ego with the truth. She saw it as obvious friendly teasing - not that she cared if it wasn’t taken that way. “We should play good cop, bad cop. I think I’ll win. I’ll even let you share the byline.”

「 danielle campbell, 23, female + she/her 」 ☆ is that GENEVIEVE NOTT spotted in DIAGON ALLEY ?! as they walk along the cobblestone ground they seem to be quite INDEPENDENT, but also ASSERTIVE, it makes sense given they are a POLITICAL JOURNALIST and their patronus is a BLACK SWAN. An IV drip of black coffee, ink stained hands, a place for everything & everything in it's place, unfiltered opinions & casual judgement + SURPRISE YOURSELF by JACK GARRATT make me think of them. || meg, 25, pst, she/her. ||