[The Daily Prophet] You only need the light when it's burning low. [Theo]

Nerves. Nerves. Nerves. Nerves. Nerves.

Her palms were sweaty, her leg shaky, her chest tight and stomach topsy turvy. Losing her job at Flourish and Blotts had left her completely unprepared for a job search, but she should've known that she wasn't going to be welcome after three days of unanswered owls asking why she hadn't shown up for her shift. Moreso, she hadn't expected to get an interview at, of all places, the Daily Prophet. Caoilainn was no reporter, could hardly write an article to save her life. She found most journalism colorless and boring, even if it was informative and useful to most of the wizarding world. If they needed someone to leave little creative writing snippets for them, she could be that person. Unfortunately, she was certain that a job like that wouldn't pay the bills. The ad had been quite vague, but she met the requirements. Realistically, Cay was willing to do almost anything in order to not have to live in a box.

She'd thrown on a white oxford shirt and a knee-length skirt covered in flowers. Realizing it might've been better for her to have worn a set of robes for a job interview that was for a wizarding job. Actually, Cay was fairly certain that she had worn the exact same outfit to her interview at Flourish and Blotts two years ago. They had referred to it as "quirky", and she wasn't sure at the time if she was supposed to take that as a compliment or not...

Walking quickly past her old place of employment, Caoilainn made her way down the cobblestone streets, glad it was a weekday morning father than a weekend afternoon, and that there weren't many people around. She was excited for the interview, that was for sure, but she was also eager to see her mother, whom she'd decided she would pay a visit after inuring after the job. She didn't have any writing samples, and she didn't have any sort of resume, but she did have good NEWTs and a strong mind, but sometimes it didn't matter if you didn't have connections, a history, or a good record. Cay didn't expect to land the job, but she was hopeful nonetheless.

She knew nothing more than to ask for a "Theophilus" at the door. The name sounded old, pureblooded, and full of history. He was probably the 25th in his bloodline. She thought that she was probably going to meet with some big old editor, 99 years old with a thick white beard, old friends with Dumbledore. Alasdair's family probably knew his, he was probably the grandfather of one of his childhood friends. She was more than likely to embarrass herself. She knew how big pureblooded families worked, and if her hunch was right, she knew how the interview would go. He would ask about her family, what her parents did, and then make some big excuse about her not being a "good fit" because she wasn't one of them. She'd be forced to talk about the fact that she's the product of a half-blood man who worked as a muggle lawyer, and the fact that her mother was a nutcase committed to St. Mungos, a muggleborn who hadn't used her wand in a decade. Oh, the thought was just thrilling.

Looking down at her wrist watch, Cay noted that she was five minutes early, and disappointed in herself for not being quite as early as she had originally intended to be, went straight into the front door of the Daily Prophet headquarters. She asked the old witch at the counter for the "Theophilus", and took a seat in one of the armchairs as instructed. She tried to sit still and remain as calm as possible, eager to get all of this over with.

Theophilus Dayton had an interview today. His boss wanted him to find a personal assistant so he would be able to focus on writing more and someone else could get his coffee or do research for him. He liked that. He also found out he was moving up a little more in the Arts and Warts ladder, which even better him a little more. He liked moving up and getting his chance to show his favorite art pieces or his interests in the paper. The woman he was going to be interviewing was Caoilainn Doyle. He never heard of that name before, so it probably was not someone around his age that went to school with him... which was good. It would be very awkward to deal with an interview with someone your age or older. Theo was nearly thirty. He did not want to boss around someone that age. He was not sure if he would be able to boss someone around. Today he actually looked half way decent. He was wearing a black suit with a purple tie. His converse shoes were still upon his feet showing his fun side. He put a beauty charm upon his body to hide his tattoos. Theo normally done this spell when he was doing something important for work or if the higher ups were around. He did not want to make anybody uncomfortable with him having tattoos everywhere. He had to be very safe around this place with his appearance.

Theo let the girl know to meet him at the front desk, just ask for his name. He was actually sitting in the waiting area for her the whole time. He liked seeing people's mannerisms and reactions to things. As he heard his name he looked up and seen the blonde. She seemed nice. Not bad for first impressions. Polite. Standing up he made his way over to the girl, putting his hand forward. "That name is so dusty, just call me Theo, Phil, or Mr. Dayton. Caoilainn Doyle, correct?" He smiled at her brightly. Theo's name really did not fit him. His parents loved very full names. His first name was Greek and the middle name was Welsh. His sisters got pretty nice names, but Greek also. If he had children they probably would have Greek names in return. It was just something bound to happen with his family.

"Follow me." He smiled at her and nodded to the front desk lady. He walked up the stairs and up towards where the offices were. The Daily Prophet was pretty busy today. There was witches and wizards charming papers back and forth, all discussing different articles. Theo dodged one stack of papers that almost went right at his head. It was pretty loud in this section. As he made past this section he checked on the girl who should be following him. That area was a battle zone. It was only because it was new articles that were coming out. Breaking news. He took a left to another hallway. This one was covered in artwork of all kinds. This was his area. There was music coming from almost each office. It was different sorts but the doors were closed so the sound was muffled. Stopping right in front of the office with  his name on it there was only silence. Opening the door he put his hand forward. "Come right in."

Inside his office there was posters of many different bands. There were muggle and wizards both. Many of them were rock bands. There was some graffiti on the wall with some artwork in return. Most of the art work was from the Pop Art. On his desk it was pretty messy with paper work and owls. Some owl feathers were on the desk from the owl that was right behind perched on a stand. The window was opened letting in a fresh breeze. His office was a little small, but it was fine for a few different people to be in there. "Alright, so-- lets begin. Have a seat, you want any tea... coffee... water, fire whiskey?" He chuckled gently. "I am kidding about the fire whiskey but do you want anything to else?" He took a seat in his chair in front of her and started to quickly straighten up the desk some and putting a parchment and quill out to write notes around her.

She tapped her shoes against the floor absentmindedly, and upon realizing that she was doing it, looked around to see if anyone had noticed. She made eye contact with a man, a couple years older than himself, perhaps in his late twenties or early thirties, and she smiled slightly in acknowledgement. He stood up and made his way over to her, introducing himself as 'Theo' and she realized that this was the wizard she was interviewing with. Trying her best to put her professional face on, she smiled larger this time, nodding towards him in recognition. "Cay Doyle, nice to meet you!" He had even gotten her name right. Smart man.

She was good at hiding just how severely shy she was when it came to business, so it was good that he was young and not as intimidating than she had originally thought he might be. She followed closely behind him, up the stairs and towards the offices. The hustle and bustle had her head on a swivel, watching writers going nuts with self-writing quills and type writers, shuffling papers and going mad in general. But the coolest part was that everything was very eccentric, and when she reached Theo's office, she saw that his office was unique and cool just like the rest of them. She thought that it was probably very him.

There were band posters on the wall, she gawked at the ones that moved, and knew that the ones that didn't move were muggle bands, and she was enchanted by those as well. It was a small room, but pleasant and had plenty of fresh air through the slightly opened window. He urged her to sit, and almost defended her quite-innocent self with the proclamation that was forever stuck in her throat about not being a big drinker. She didn't really hold any sort of drink very well, but she was glad to hear that he was kidding. She breathed a laugh, a smile on her face, and took a seat. "That's alright, I had far too much tea with breakfast. Thank you though." Today had been one of the days where she had the entire tea pot to herself. It was a dangerous game, but Barry's was just too good.

Keeping her legs close together, she put them up on the tips of her toes to be sure her posture would be good, and she held her hands together in her lap. She felt silly now, looking down at her skirt. At least the oxfords matched well, and she was glad to see he wasn't too much of a stickler for appearances, since he was wearing a black suit with a colorful tie, and some muggle shoes. She was almost proud of him for wearing the shoes, because it made her feel like this was much more casual than she thought it would be. It was art after all, she didn't think that it should be too uptight, or it would really kill the creative flow, right? At least, that was how it was for her.