Interview 1

OOC: This first post is long but others will be 1-2 paragraphs
Also I'm going to assume Jack is there to avoid the intro walking in posts
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This was Frank's first interview in a while. Not surprising, the Daily Prophet had not had a proper story since the illness first struck. Now it was a more or less accepted fact and there hadn't been anything else interesting to report on. Until now. Nemo Omara's supposed kidnapping and the burning of diagon alley had spread a wave of enthusiasm at the Daily Prophet HQ. With the exception of Susan Bones, few of the Daily Prophet staff seemed to be much concerned over the events. For Frank, it just meant a great story, and for the prophet, a bump in the readership.

Frank sat at his usual place in the interview room. It was a long table with Jacqueline Dylan sitting on the other side. Frank had done a bit of background check on Jack and, deciding that she was ideal for an interview, invited her. "Hello everyone," he said, although they were the only two people in the room, besides a quill which was writing down everything he was saying. "I am Franklin O'Neil and I have with me today Jacqueline Dylan, owner of Weasleys Wizard Wheezes a couple blocks down from here and an acquaintance of Nemo Omara, the missing head of law enforcement."

"Miss Dyllan, welcome, we here at the Daily Prophet were shocked and saddened by Nemo Omara's sudden disappearance, yet we have received very little information about it. I understand that you were quite close to Mr.Omara?"

Jack had no idea why she was here.

Some seedy little intern had told her that important information about her position in the Ministry required she speak with someone. The meeting place was in the Daily Prophet's many rooms, so Jack closed up shop and strolled down the way.

I have with me today Jacqueline Dylan, owner of Weasleys Wizard Wheezes," caused Jack to pipe up, with pride, "And Beater for the Falmouth Falcons."

However, it didn't hit her until a second later why she was here. This was an interview. And it wasn't her position as a Head of Department that brought her here. It was her position as an emergency contact of the Head of the other department that made her worth this man's time.

It took her a little bit to get over the shock. People didn't trick her. They didn't mess with her. This man HAD to be new in town.

"I didn't authorize an interview," Jack snapped.

Frank, who was a Montrose Magpies fan, wasn't impressed.

Nor was he impressed with her attitude, but he had to be polite enough right now, see how much information he could get like this before changing tactics.

"What did you think you were being called at the Daily Prophet main office for?" Frank asked. "Anyway, I apologize for the misunderstanding, but I'm sure you can spare ten minutes now that you are here."

"As I said, many people are upset and shocked at Nemo's disappearance. Apparently, the aurors don't even know where he is, but seem to think he was kidnapped outside a pub in London," Frank replied. "Do you have any knowledge over who was responsible?"

Jack shrugged. "Everyone always seems to need my help. I figured they wanted to use the privacy of this forgotten hell hole to talk business. It wouldn't be the first time." It was true. As the Daily Prophet had been dying before Susan Bones took it over, no one really used it except for the private rooms that could be booked.

He pressed on. Jack felt anger flare inside of her. She placed her palms on the table and leaned forward. "It's not the public's business. If you want a scandal, look elsewhere. The Ministry is looking for him, that's all that needs to be known. If anyone knows anything of his disappearance, they should alert the authorities."

Frank scowled at her bashing of the newspaper. Of course, the quill knew better than to write that down, but it still annoyed him. Dyllan was clearly a quibbler reader.

He was fast losing patience with this pinhead, but Frank decided to give this whole polite thing one last go. "So you have already been contacted personally by the Ministry about this?" he noticed. "See, the ministry has not given us any information. And while it might sound strange to you, we actually do care about Mr.Omara's disappearance. To us, and our readers, it seems like the ministry has not done enough for Mr.Omara. But I'm curious, would you say you are satisfied with Mr.Lupin's response to this situation?"

"I was the one who contact the Ministry," Jack sneered back. Sort of. It was Nemo's assistant who had received his things, and she had contacted Jack. Then Jack had told the Order and the Ministry. So, yes, she was pretty much the point person.

"You care about selling papers," Jack responded curtly. "And no one cares enough about my response to Mr Lupin's reaction to this situation. I'm sorry, you mistook me for someone who gives a damn about the public." She stood, buttoning her coat. "If that's all, I'm leaving." She turned for the door.

"Listen you pinhead, I know you think that the world only revolves around you but it doesn't," Frank snapped, losing patience with the woman. "The Daily Prophet sells papers to deliver it's readers the truth, because they need answers at such times. It seems Hogwarts does not educate you people properly enough for you to know these facts," he added, making one last attempt to get something out of Dyllan before she left.

"See, I've done a background check on you. You were a part of the cult group Potter's Army at Hogwarts. And your probably a member of the Order of the Phoenix too aren't you?" That wasn't a big deal, Frank had a hunch that Susan was a member of that cult organization as well. "Some are saying they had something to do with this as well." Well no one was saying that, but he could say they were. "Is that why you are so reluctant to speak?"

Jack wheeled around. she may have grown up, matured, aged, turned from hotheaded girl into collected woman, but some things never changed. She never stepped down from a challenge, she always took a dare, and she never let anyone get away with calling her a name she didn't already wear proudly.

"The Daily Prophet sells papers to pay your salary and to titillate the public too lazy to get off their own fat arses and peek out the window to see what the hell is going on."

Jack rolled her eyes. "Congratulations, you're capable of piecing together the obvious. How ever did you get that information? Was it the fact that I battled the self proclaimed leader of the Dark Followers? Or publicly crusaded against evil?" She rolled her eyes. "Congrats on making the same observation my muggle niece was able to make."

The fool continued on and she said, "I'm not reluctant to speak. I'm not a reluctant person. I', just refusing to waste my time here. While you sit here and 'inform the public' in your comfy little office, some of us are out there keeping your arse safe so it can remain on it's cushioned spinny chair. You are a soft, ineffectual little twerp and I have no business with you."

Frank stood up now, and looked down on Dyllan from his impressively tall height as she insulted him. This was new, people didn't often challenge him like this. He found himself more shocked than angry. "Saving my life huh? Tell me what exactly are you saving us from? I know your lot, you people lie to us saying there is something 'evil' out there we need to be fighting so you can pretend to be our heroes, but I know your all just cowards. Where were you and your friends during the Diagon Alley fire hmm?" Frank sneered. "I am sorry for calling you here Ms Dyllan, I thought you were mature enough to come speak with us. I see I made a mistake. Good day." He pointed to the door. This was by far the worst interview he had ever had, how on earth was he supposed to write a story about Omara with this?

"Saving you from the f*cking Death Eaters you d!ck!" Jack roared in response. If Jack was proud of anything, it was the low, booming tone of her voice when she yelled. She never had a girlish, shrill shrieking scream, for which she was very thankful. "We lie?! You're the paper that is all 'Death Eaters Return, Prepare to Die' with no actual useful information."

She rolled her eyes. "The fire didn't put itself out, you twit. Why don't you ask where your Ministry was? My 'friends' and I were the first responders. Next time, I'll let this tinderbox burn and halt all the stupidity that comes out of it."

Her temper flared. How long had it been since she had hit someone?

Too long.

She pulled out her wand, striding towards him and pointing it under her chin. "I have protected the public from demons, Death Eaters, werewolves, poltergeists, vampires, dragons, and more. I have nearly died time and time again, I have given up month's of sleep, I have gone without, and now the man I love is gone. And then there are people like you, who ruin all of it."

She then realized what she had said.

And she hated herself for it.

She turned white, shaking. "Don't call for me the next time you're in a scrape," she whispered, before hurrying away.

((Sorry for all the censoring XD I don't feel like figuring out what is officially PG 13. If you want to stop her, feel free too. I'm still enjoying the thread. XD))