fluorescent adolescent [kit]

The cigarette carefully placed in between the lips of Daisy Hawking threatened to fall with every move she made - the fact that she was vigorously scrubbing at some unknown, dried up substance on her camera lens wasn't helping at all. The witch stopped momentarily to push the stick back in her mouth with two fingers before she'd continued to attempt to get whatever gross gunk was on her precious camera off. There were a few voices in the background - ones yelling at her that she'd needed to be there five minutes ago and next time put a proper shirt on, cause she had to look professional as a representative of the Prophet. In Daisy's opinion, her tanktop and cardigan combo was actually very modest, thank you, but she'd shouted the same things she always did - yeah she knew and maybe she'd think about it, cause no one paid her any attention when she'd had her camera in front of her face anyways, much to her disdain.

After a few more seconds of rubbing whatever it was on her camera, it finally seemed to come off, only leaving streaks from her cardigan rubbing against the glass of the screen. The cigarette still firmly between her lips, Daisy carefully placed her precious camera in it's bag, lens up with the strap laid over the top in a cautious manner. The bag was carefully sealed before she took the fag from her mouth and pulled her wand from the depths of her pocket, shouting her last goodbyes to the other people settled in the photography devision room before she'd apparated right out - keeping in mind the appearance of the clinic her coworker Sam had shown her earlier in the day.

She was almost through the door when she'd realized it probably wasn't proper to walk into a clinic while you were smoking - even though Daisy didn't have the best manners, she knew it was right impolite to show up in buildings possibly filled with sick people while you held a lit cigarette. In one motion, the cigarette was out of her mouth, on the ground, and stomped out, and with a quick swish of her wand, it was caught in a burst of wind and rolling in the other direction.

Walking into the clinic was rather awkward for her - everyone was being somewhat quiet and almost everyone looked over her way when she walked in the door. "Hi," She put on a smile as she spoke to the nearest woman sitting at the front desk. "I'm Daisy Hawking from The Daily Prophet?" She shoved her wand into an extra pocket on her bag while she dug through the pocket of her cardigan, procuring her official Prophet badge fitted with a picture of Daisy smiling right on the front. After flashing the woman the slip of paper, it was returned back to the abyss that was her pocket. "Here to take a few photos of uh.... a Mr. Emberton, I think?" She'd never mentioned it to anyone, but the name was actually rather familiar to the photographer. For some reason, though, she just couldn't place it.

Daisy was gone as soon as she was given directions to the room the doctor was in, not even bothering to give the woman a smile or even a thank you. It was probably unprofessional of her, but Daisy wanted to get in and out of this place as soon as possible. All she really had to do was take a few flattering photos so the paper would have enough to choose from and then she'd be done, leaving her enough time to make plans for later that night. Daisy's knuckles rapped against the door she was instructed to go to before she peaked her head in the room, her eyebrows raising as she looked to the man in it. "Hello? Hi, uhm, I'm here to take your picture."

“Theo don’t be such a prat,” Kit scoffed squatting down so that he was eye level with the rather unhappy looking goblin that stood arms crossed and chin up before him. “This is the last dose. Then I swear that nasty little rash will be a vague, unpleasant thing of the past,” The Healer’s intense gaze softened a little as he put his best persuasive methods to the test. If Kit could sweet talk his way into giving kids medicine, a stubborn old goblin should be nothing. Or so he thought. This particular goblin was an entirely different story Kit had learned over the years.

Theodore Remington had been coming to Kit’s practice for almost the duration of it’s lifespan, and had only gotten more difficult to deal with as the years went on.”You know five year old children drink this right? One big gulp then you get a lolly!” The brunette man waved the vial around in the air and thick, dark liquid sloshed around, making a rather unappetizing sloshing sound. Kit stopped and flashed a small smile. "I'll even let you pick the color!" He put on his best talking-to-a-baby voice but to no avail. The goblin huffed in disgust.

"Fine. You take this and drinks are on me on your next big night?" Oh, Healer Emberton was bringing out the big guns now. Of course, this wouldn't be a good persuasive tactic when dealing with the aforementioned difficult kids, but it was his go to for clients with whom he had a good, adult, rapport with. Theo was certainly one of those.

Finally, Theo snatched the vial clean out of Kit's hands and popped it open with a begrudging grunt. Just as he pressed the glass to his lips, the sound of music from the desk behind them indicated that the front desk was trying to get a hold of their boss. The goblin paused, thinking this was his out. "Oh you're drinking every last drop!" Kit warned over his shoulder as he reached for the brass button that served as the line of communication.

"Yeah, Imelda?" His rely was an ear bursting buzzing noise, followed by static. "Hi, hello? Imel? Just come back here for shit's sake, this bloody thing --" Cue onslaught of swear words. "Just down the hall, really," Kit jabbed his finger into the button as if that might fix the magical contraption that his employees had convinced him they just needed. Imelda had taken his little outburst as 'Yes, send a guest back!' and before Kit knew it there was a woman in the doorway of his office. With a camera bag.

Kit audibly groaned, giving up his endeavor and shooting a glance back to his patient, who was eyeing their new guest suspiciously. Theo didn't take well to strangers -- especially Daily Prophet strangers. "Of me?" Kit repeated, finally turning to greet his guest. He paused. She certainly looked familiar. The man ran a hand through wavy tufts of hair and shook his head defiantly. "I thought there was just going to be some sort of write up?" Kit didn't like to have his photo taken, especially when it was because he was being honored for some sort of Daily Prophet up and coming something or other.

"I'd prefer no photos, really," He gave a noncommittal shrug. "There are a handful of far more interesting people here than me," Kit's gaze lingered on Theo. "Take this one, doesn't look like much but with a bit of that 'ol Prophet magic?" He joked, the cynicism thick in his jovial tone. "I'm Kit, by the way," He held out his hand for this non-stranger.

Daisy found herself staring at one of two men in the room - and this man was definitely not a Healer. In fact, he was basically the reason Emberton was being featured in The Prophet. The little man she was staring at just so happened to be a goblin, one who was staring up at her with weird eyes. She gave the little man a wary smile before she looked up to the actual human in the room, the one she was actually here for. And oh, boy, he definitely looked familiar. Daisy was pretty sure she'd already had pictures of the man somewhere in her portfolio - she'd seen him somewhere in some country when she was traveling a few years back.

"Eh, what?" What was he saying? A write up without any sort of photo? Then how would people know who he was? How would he get the recognition from his devoted fans (because really - this healer's baby face would woo most of the girls still in school, Daisy could just feel it)? "Yeah, of you..." Her tone was probably more condescending than she'd intended it to be.

"Ehm... it is a write up? I mean there was an article," Daisy averted her eyes to her bag, pulling the flap over the bag away and gingerly grabbing her camera out. "But it's just customary to have some of the more popular, groundbreaking articles like the one that was written about you accompanied by a photo." If he didn't want his photo taken, he shouldn't have been one of the first Healers to do something as groundbreaking as helping beasts and humans alike, she thought. Daisy brought the strap hanging off her camera around her neck, letting the device settle carefully against her stomach before rolling up her sleeves.

Brown eyes met those of the little goblin in front of her, her eyebrows raising. "As much as I'd love for The Prophet to feature a goblin other than the bloke in charge of Gringotts, I don't really see it in the paper's future." Daisy deadpanned, her gaze drifting around the room before settling on the healer again. He wanted to shake her hand? What kind of world did this man live in? Slowly, she reached out and grabbed his hand, shaking it only once before she dropped it. "Daisy." She told him, nodding once. "Hawking. Junior Photographer at The Daily Prophet." (Which was really just a fancy way for saying that she was the only one that actually went out and took the pictures, instead of developing them or editing them like her coworkers.)

"So, uh," Daisy cleared her throat. "I actually have to take your picture or I'll probably lose my job. Cause, taking pictures is literally the only thing I do, so..." The witch trailed off. "He can be in it, actually, but you'd have to be in it too. Like... an action shot, you know? Seeing how you work and whatnot, if you didn't want to be in it alone." The witch pushed a bit of hair out of her face, her eyes falling on those of the older man in front of her.

Popular. Ground breaking. Kit didn't even attempt to stifle his scoff as he shook his head in protest. Either this one was delusional or she had spent a good few years practicing the art of flattery to get what she wanted. In this case, a photo. A photo that he was certain that the girl probably had no genuine interest in except for to get a good mark on her Prophet score card. He could just see his name unceremoniously splattered across the pages of the paper, accompanied by a photo, grinning.

"You would?" Kit's vision refocused on Daisy, his little nightmare of a daydream floating to the back of his mind. "Like to see a goblin in the Prophet, that is?" He clarified as he took a seat on his desk. "As junior photographer I think you can make that happen, y'know?" Kit's hands rested on the edge of his old, dark wood desk, giving him leverage to lean forward into the conversation excitedly.

Just as the idea flourished, a huff from somewhere in the room broke his train of thought. Theodore, who had remained quiet thus far, had paused his glaring to announce that he would be departing. 'I'll have nothing to do with that filth, Emberton. Daily Prophet...' The goblin muttered a few choice words under his breath before walking out the door as simply has he had come.

"I've got to hand it to him, really," Kit reached a hand to the messy bun of hair at the back of his neck. "The man's honest," He gave a wry smile. If only everyone could be a little more like Theodore Remington, he mused to himself. "It seems The Prophet's got a bit of a bad reputation. Publicity nightmare," Kit teased as a smirk threatened to tug on the corner of his lips.

Kit clapped his hands together before hopping from his desk happily, his mind made up. "Well Miss Hawking... seeing as your only viable source of a photo has just left the building, The Prophet will have to settle for an exterior shot," The Healer gave a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders. "Me.. in the prophet," The Healer visibly shuddered at the thought of it. Just then, a realization came to the forefront of his thoughts.

"Bali!" The man nearly shouted. "That's where I know you from. Bali!" Kit looked as though he had just solved a mystery that had plagued him for years.

"Uh, yeah," Why was he so surprised? Did she not seem like the type? Quite frankly, Daisy was offended. She was more than offended. The more she stared at the man in front of her, her own features blank, the more she wanted to throw something at him. But then again, that would be unprofessional. And what was worth more to her than the pain of those that didn't believe in her, was her job.

"The Prophet claims to want equality, but they've only thought of posting more... aesthetically pleasing species." Her eyes looked down at the little goblin in front of her, hoping she didn't offend him. "We had a centaur in the back pages last week, but unless they're breaking news, the Editors don't care."

Daisy's gaze drifted down to her own camera, her nails brushing against the exterior of the device as she twisted the lens back and forth. Her mouth stayed shut when the goblin muttered, her face scrunching up into a horrid look that was somewhere between confused and surprised when she looked back up to the creature. The witches' eyes followed him out of the room, the look not breaking from her face until she looked back to the camera hanging from her neck.

"Anyway," The witch tried hard to keep her eyes from rolling when she looked back up to Emberton. "Like I was saying, the Editor is the one who decides what we're doing and when. Junior Photogropher literally means that all I do is take pictures. That's the literal translation." She wanted to say literally again, just to annoy herself and probably annoy Healer Blue Eyes, but she clamped her mouth shut before she said anything else.

Daisy's eyes narrowed at the man in front of her as he continued to talk about The Prophet, her head bobbing up and down slowly as her lips pulled themselves together to form a thin lipped smile. "Tell me what you really think." She told him, her eyes widening as she finally turned her camera on.

The photographer nearly jumped out of her shoes at the shout of the man - some random name of an island she'd been to back when she was still traveling all around - but before she'd lived in India. Her eyes met his when he finally finished what he'd started to say - he'd seemed so familiar because he was from Bali, that's what it was. And the past came to hit her like a ton of bricks. "Oh, shit. Bali!" Daisy spoke in hushed tones, her hand reaching up to clap her cheek. "That was you! Merlin," She shook her head, her eyes turning back to her camera. "I didn't think you did anything, when I met you, you know? Like I always thought you were just like... some crazy nomad that spent his time traveling everywhere and lived off like... minor prostitution, maybe..."

"So, uh, for the photo..." Daisy looked up to Emberton, shuffling the camera between her hands. "Did you just want to like... pose? Maybe over by tools... or whatever you call them." Her hand waved in the direction of the instruments. "Or if you want we could go completely racy and just get you nude with your hair flowing in the wind and just some cotton balls covering your uh," Daisy motioned at his nether region. "Yeah."