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i could use someone like you || OPEN Jun 7, 2014 11:01:22 GMT -8

Post by GAVIN CARTER JENKINS on Jun 7, 2014 11:01:22 GMT -8

cause I've been gone so long,
I can barely say,
all I know is now I want to stay,
has it been too long since I went away?

It was both Gavin’s least favourite part of the week, but also the part of the week where he didn’t have much responsibility hanging on his shoulders. It was the day that he went down to the Daily Prophet with advertisements and articles written up by some journalists and secretaries in his office so that they could be printed throughout the next week’s newspapers. He wasn’t an editor by any means and it wasn’t his job, but he always read everything through before submitting them. He knew he could always send a secretary or assistant to bring it all in, but a part of him just wanted to have a simple task. Gavin was out of his office frequently, but most of the time it wasn’t just simple work. Finding locations for games, putting together tournaments, dealing with anti-Muggle charms, haggling with others about prices and salaries and just a lot of different things that always had his mind racing. He knew he could never do it all without the support of his Department, and he was eternally grateful. Gavin made a mental note as he absent-mindedly flipped through his papers to ask the accountants whether raises were something that they could afford. He had been seeing the same names on a few of the really good and well-written articles and advertisements for a while now and figured that they deserved a reward. He wanted nothing more than to be a fair and just boss. After his mini-scandal with dating his one secretary, that going south, and then her quitting, he now more than ever needed reasons to give his staff a reason to feel more than simply lukewarm toward him. He wasn’t willing to give promotions and raises to those who didn’t deserve it but he kept his eye out for any reason to. Naturally, they had to be bringing in enough money to the Ministry to be able to do so, but they had been busy for months now. Actually, they had been overwhelmingly busy since he started at the Ministry, so he assumed it wouldn’t be an issue.

Gavin knew that an owl could send the documents to the Daily Prophet, too, but again, he liked to hand deliver it. Besides, spoken instructions and spoken answers to questions were easier than trying to scribble it all down on a piece of parchment. He only wanted certain advertisements to go in on certain days, and some of the articles he didn’t want in the same paper together. He never wanted to make the paper heavy with sports one day and then empty for the rest of the week. Gavin wasn’t always the tidiest of people, but he was meticulous on how he wanted his Department to be represented. The sun shone down on him warmly. The end of March was beginning to be kind to him after a week or so of heavy rain. There were puddles on the street, which Gavin side-stepped as he read through his papers. He didn’t want to only discover an error after it had been printed.

He never Apparated right in front of the building. He liked his wizarding ability to essentially transport, but at the same time he knew that lack of walking might cause him to gain unwanted weight. So far, Gavin was able to keep his athletic body shape, but he wasn’t able to exercise as much as he would like with the Department’s needs constantly on his shoulders. He tried to get up early every morning to in the very least go on a run (with arm and leg weights), but sometimes he would get up early to do so only to find himself distracted by a file on his coffee table and end up going in to work early instead.

Someone opened the door for Gavin as he walked up to the building. He smiled and nodded graciously before entering through. His eyes were on the papers before he remembered that summer was approaching. Students would still be in school for a few more months, but he knew it was time to put together the paperwork for summer interns. Not every Department had the same requirements, but Gavin had chosen to keep the old system of having a sixteen-year-old age minimum in place, and only during the summer holidays. Some had higher or younger age limits, and some allowed students to come in during other holidays. This would be Gavin’s first time bringing in interns, and the idea worried him. He hated interviews, although he knew that they could use the help particularly during summer which was by far their busiest time of year. Many interns would no doubt come back the next summer, or even after they graduated Hogwarts. It gave them a step-up having the internships because that meant that they had work experience and could be placed in higher-paying and better jobs. Those coming out of Hogwarts with no experience would be forced to do the internship then and it would take a while for them to work their way up.

His eyes floated off the paper and up at something. He wasn’t really seeing anything, but instead his mind went to Eileen. Had he not promised her an internship for the summer? Did he not promise her the assistant’s desk in his office – would she come to take him up for his offer? The idea seemed both appealing and unappealing at the same time. He knew Eileen would do well but he felt uncomfortable because that meant that they would spend a lot of time together. The desk in his office was coveted by many regular employees, so having an intern there would be a great honour. He and Eileen would be spending most days together, especially since he’d be essentially training her. All other interns would be trained by the other staff members in the Department. He knew how he felt about Eileen, but his conversation with Ollivander had made him realize that perhaps yearning after her wasn’t the smartest thing in the world. Besides, the two of them had hardly even contacted each other lately. All he could think was that she was happy with Noah and therefore he escaped her mind. Deep down, it was what he wanted for her. They met at the very wrong time. Gavin himself wanted a fresh start. Dana had been promising, but they lacked chemistry when it came to their personalities. All he wanted was to be free of the guilt that hung around in his mind concerning his feelings toward this sixteen-year-old girl, and that’s all she was: a girl. She wasn’t a woman, and any thoughts regarding Eileen were improper.

He was so incredibly distracted that he ended up ramming his shoulder into someone rather hard, causing his papers to go flying everywhere. He swore under his breath and went around collecting them. This was why he usually kept them in folders within his bag instead of reading them on the run. It had been a silly mistake and now he’d have to waste more time trying to make sure he had all the pages and put them back in proper order. Some of the articles were pages and pages long (the Prophet sometimes cut the length of them down depending on what was going on that day), and it wouldn’t be an easy task figuring out where everything went. The process of putting them back together could take hours. Gavin was so busy trying to collect his papers that he had neglected to even apologize to the person or see if they were hurt – he didn’t even know if that person was there. If Gavin had been an outsider and saw the exchange, he would have thought himself incredibly rude.

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Last Edit: Jun 7, 2014 11:03:01 GMT -8 by GAVIN CARTER JENKINS

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i could use someone like you || OPEN Jun 13, 2014 10:03:26 GMT -8

Post by SLOANE ODETTE BREKENRIDGE on Jun 13, 2014 10:03:26 GMT -8

Could you blame her for not paying attention? No and yes. Sloane was busy reordering a few columns for the health and beauty pages, so she certainly wasn't paying attention to whoever rammed into her on their way into the building. Papers flying, magazine skittering across the floor with something about Bridesmaids across the front and a large huff as ass met ground. Her best friend for years was getting married to Rian Lewis, so she wanted to make sure Raven was going to have the time of her life. But now she had to consider a shrug, especially since a rather large bruise was forming on her shoulder. Perhaps she could have Charlie look at. She would know what to do.

Sloane shifted to her hands and knees looking at some of the notes. "Oi, your the head of sports and games, yea?" The fit woman looked to him from the floor, her skin tight dress hugging her every curve. Her chest nearly busting out from their holding cell. "I hope that you're not busy, I've got nothin for this Friday's column and I could really use you. C'mon up you get there. Besides you owe me this. Running about, knocking papers from my fine and fragile hands. Merlin knows that I'm going to have a gnarly bruise upon my shoulder now. So yea, you owe me. And you've no right to say no."

The blonde woman stood and brushed the dirt off her bum and dusted off her hands and knees holding a fat stack of an article under her arm. Now Gavin had not caught her interest yet. But he would in the next few moments, of that she was certain. Behind closed doors was where she did most of her talking and she could really use a date. Not just a casual date, oh no, she needed a date to Raven's wedding.

Last Edit: Jun 13, 2014 10:04:41 GMT -8 by SLOANE ODETTE BREKENRIDGE

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i could use someone like you || OPEN Jun 14, 2014 14:36:31 GMT -8

Post by GAVIN CARTER JENKINS on Jun 14, 2014 14:36:31 GMT -8

Gavin was incredibly embarrassed when he looked at the victim that he had run into and saw that she was a busty blonde. Who knew what kind of compromising pose she could have landed into? She had lucked out apparently and everyone milling around didn’t get to see her knickers that day even if they all had an eyeful of cleavage. Then again, her shirt might have just been like that in general.

“I am so sorry!” he exclaimed earnestly as he bustled around to grab all of his belongings. He shuffled them all into an awkward pile. They were out of order but he’d worry about that when he got himself out of there and into somewhere that he could reorganize. As he was putting it away his eyes spotted something that certainly was not his. It was a rather thick bridal magazine. He pulled it out and offered it to the blonde. “Getting married?” small talk could make up for his previous rudeness, could it not?

Gavin nodded. “That I am… doing a piss poor job of being Head of the Department at the moment as you can well see…” he said as he finished stacking his papers. He grabbed a clip off a nearby table and clipped it all together so it couldn’t happen again. He looked at her as if she were joking. “Wait, what? Why?” he asked incredulously. “I think having nothing would be a more interesting article than me,” he joked in a self-deprecating manner. He didn’t really have time for this and now he was running even further behind because of needing to put everything in order, but his need to be a people-pleaser overwhelmed him. Gavin shrugged. “If you insist – if that will make up for accidentally hurting you.” Ugh, how he did not want to do this. He didn’t recognize her and figured she must be new around there. He didn’t know how he was interview-able whatsoever. He waited patiently to be led away with a gut feeling that he had just made a bad decision.

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i could use someone like you || OPEN Jun 24, 2014 0:31:24 GMT -8

Post by SLOANE ODETTE BREKENRIDGE on Jun 24, 2014 0:31:24 GMT -8

Sloane couldn't help but laugh loudly at his question. Getting married? Her? Yea fucking right. "No my best friend is. She put me in charge of deciding what the wedding party is going to be wearing. We've got to coordinate you know." She smiled up at him widely as she rubbed her bruising shoulder.

Oh, she insisted. Sloane was going to get every ounce of juicy health tips he had in him. Sure she was short for her article and could whip something up in a heartbeat if she had too, but getting to know the Head of Magical Games and Sports. That was insider information and that would be something all the ladies would faun over. Have you seen him?

Quickly she ushered him in to her office and pulled out a chair for him to sit in. There was no time to waste in her efforts and she started as quickly as he had knocked her down. "all of the men and women will love a little, 'get to know' about Gavin Jenkins. Most of the time we're always interviewing Quidditch Professionals, but you... you're the man that makes the magic happen."

Pulling out a notepad and quill from the upper drawer of her desk, Sloane grinned with completely focus. "What, exactly, does the Head of Magical Games and Sports do on a daily basis? Outside of the office? Anything exciting?" The blonde hurried to start the interview and already began hammering out questions.

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i could use someone like you || OPEN Jun 26, 2014 13:18:19 GMT -8

Post by GAVIN CARTER JENKINS on Jun 26, 2014 13:18:19 GMT -8

Gavin cringed jokingly. “Sounds absolutely horrid,” he responded cheerily. It didn’t actually sound that horrid to him but in the past he had heard that wedding parties love to complain about their responsibilities. “Too bad you’re not on the groom’s side. Fairly certain the groomsmen’s duties merely consist of trying to get the groom nice and hungover for his wedding and trying to convince him that marriage is an absolutely huge mistake.” He had only been a part of a wedding party once and it had been for a distant cousin. His cousin didn’t have many friends but his wife did, so he wanted to make sure he had an equal amount of groomsmen to her bridesmaids. Gavin had been more than surprised when he had been asked. All he got told was what colour suit to wear and to show up.

Gavin glanced at the name that was on the door. Sloan Breckenridge. He accepted the seat that was offered. Perhaps it was just because Gavin led a slow-paced life, but Sloan seemed like she lived her life at a rate that was twice as quick as the average person. She seemed almost like a yellow blur to him but he found her enthusiasm and energy contagious. He had been so down recently that he forgot that happy birds like her still existed. Perhaps she was what he needed in his day, despite the fact he knew he was going to get shit from his co-workers for doing an interview. It momentarily passed his mind that Eileen would inevitably read it, too. He grinned and almost told her that he was a Quidditch professional but resisted. She had touched a tiny nerve; not one that made him angry with her, but one that just slightly reopened an old wound about not making the cut to becoming an actual Quidditch player. It hadn’t been an intentional dig, so he didn’t hold it against her.

“Am I now? And here I thought I simply pushed papers and picked sites,” Gavin said with a grin. “Are you sure people actually care about my day-to-day?” he jiggled his leg a little nervously. It felt completely foreign to him to be the centre of any attention, especially for a newspaper interview in the one newspaper that practically everyone in Britain read. Gavin had to think for a minute. “I read.” What a lame answer, absolutely horrid. He felt instantly insecure. “I mean, I go to the pub here and there but I like to relax outside of work. Work takes up most of my day and eats up my free time without even realizing it.” She wouldn’t use any of this. He knew he’d look in the next paper and see that he was conspicuously missing. Perhaps that wouldn’t be such a bad thing. He wanted to ask her a question in return, but her dark eyes seem to want answers. “I’m sorry, it’s just passion has a habit of taking over, y’know?”