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[attr="class","textbodde"]What was on her list for the day… she was at the Realm office for most of the day. It was a Sunday, yes, but news didn’t rest. Whit would probably say that--or she had said that, so much so that it was Agatha’s immediate explanation for why she was working on a Sunday. But she was at the office, which wasn’t actually the worst thing in the world. Agatha liked working at Realm, and she liked working for Whit. It was the perfect environment for her to learn and get a better grasp of what she wanted to do one day. Hopefully. Because Agatha had always known what she liked to do, but directing that to an actual future was… a whole other matter. She liked journalism, and history. More specifically, she liked investigative journalism and cool exposes--but when someone asked her where she saw herself in five, ten, twenty years… Agatha didn’t really have an answer. She saw herself doing the things she loved, hopefully, but what did that even mean? Still working for Realm, maybe, as a reporter or a columnist. That was an option. But there were a lot of options out there.

Maybe living in the moment was a better option. Her mother always said it was best to just enjoy her life as it was, take in everything around her instead of worrying about what might be. And her father had always said that when the going got tough, to remember that she had made it this far. There was no point in giving up now. So Agatha was really trying to do that. She was trying to appreciate the things she did have. Working as Whit’s personal assistant also meant that she got to learn things, and watch how the journalism world worked firsthand. And she had someone that she saw every day that she could ask for advice. Agatha didn’t want to overstep, or anything like that, but she was hoping to really prove herself to Whit--so much so that, maybe, one day, the woman would take the time to look over one of Agatha’s own articles. She didn’t expect to be instantly published, or anything like that, but even critique from someone like Whit Montgomery was as good as gold, as far as she was concerned.

That was thinking ahead far too much, though. Agatha was still in school for now, and she was trying to organize her life in the present. Besides, of all the things she had written thus far, there was really only one piece that she would consider worthy of Realm… and that wasn’t done yet. Plus, it was a little different. Agatha wasn’t sure if it quite fit the tastes of the current audience that encompassed the United Kingdom. So she would focus on her studies and take her time for now. There was no rush, or anything like that. She had her whole life ahead of her, after all.

Agatha leaned her back against the doors of the Realm office, a cup of coffee in each hand and her bookbag lightly hitting against her legs as she walked through the halls. Whit’s door was, thankfully, propped open just the slightest, so all she had to do was lean against it a bit to slip in, then closed it behind her by sticking out a foot. “Good morning,” Agatha greeted as she set down one of the coffees on Whit’s desk with a smile. “What’s on the list for today?”

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[attr="class","cbody"]The epidemic had been a problem.
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Not just because she had gotten sick and all of that—whatever. She had, so had a lot of her staff, but they were all doing better now. No, the problem had been the news. Everyone was talking about the epidemic. Everyone was thinking about a cure, worrying about their loved ones, and Merlin, she understood that. Kelsey was working herself to death at the hospital trying to help as many people as possible, and she was worried about her. She was worried about her family, about her friends, and how they were all going to cope without magic.
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But they were going to cope. That was how life worked. You had to roll with the punches, you had to keep going. There was no time to be morose or curled up in bed thinking about life without magic and what was the point of it all? Magic was important. But there were hundreds and thousands of experiences that a person could live through that they didn’t need magic for. Muggles lived without magic, every bloody day. They didn’t know what they were missing, of course, which was the difference, but still. There was no reason to let something like a magic stealing epidemic stop the presses.
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Her problem had just been trying to figure out what to write about. Everyone was covering the epidemic. Everyone thought that they had some new spin on it or some information that had come to light to only them. Everyone had their mysterious sources, their new ideas, but it was still all the same. It was still the epidemic, twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week.
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She didn’t want to do that. She didn’t want to be another paper that was either A) incredibly boring and depressing because they only wanted to talk about the epidemic or B) exploiting the fears of the public by publishing articles with titles that had people thinking that they needed to hear about everyone that had died from the epidemic. Or they needed to read about this absurd homeopathic remedy that some apothecary had promised would bring magic back to them if they applied it every hour, on the hour.
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If she didn’t want to exploit the epidemic, and she didn’t want to depress everybody by talking about the epidemic, that meant that they needed to find other things to publish. They had to find the other stories. They had to figure out what else was going on and talk about that instead.
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That had been downright impossible last month, but as people were getting healthier and trying to go back to their normal lives, she thought that it had gotten a bit easier this month. Then it would December, and Christmas would be on everyone’s minds. Slowly, she thought that people were going to get used to the new normal. Until a cure was found—if it was found. Whit was dating a neurologist, for Merlin’s sake. She might not understand half of what Kelsey was saying when she started talking doctor to her, but she knew how complicated the brain could be.
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But she was going to let her worry about that, and she was going to worry about continuing to print their weekly magazine. Merlin knew that kept her busy enough and since they had to adapt to Muggle means, it had been a long month. Yes, some processes had remained the same, but printing by hand, doing the layout fully by hand, was definitely new to all of them. But Whitney was proud of everybody for how well they were adjusting to these changes.
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Whitney had been in the office for only about twenty minutes and had been thinking about how badly she needed another cup of coffee, when her assistant came into the room… mercifully already carrying coffee. “Good morning,” she said, returning her smile as she picked up the coffee. At the woman’s question, she clicked her tongue and went through what she could think of off the top of her head. They did publish on Mondays, after all, and that was tomorrow. “Final proofs, photo approvals, layout, more layout… printing again, so hopefully the printers don’t want to act up on us like last week.” She already thought that they should have made the jump for better printers but they had needed some in a pinch, so they’d just gotten what they could find. “People have started to submit their ideas for the next issue, so if we can get to them, that would be good. Give them enough time to get started.”
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[attr="class","textbodde"]Agatha had always liked journalism. There was something about sinking her teeth into a story that just... felt comforting. It wasn't quite as daunting as creative writing, but it allowed a great deal more personal interpretation than just writing a mindless research essay. Above all, though, Agatha had always admired investigative journalists. The devil's advocates of the journalism world, as far as she was concerned. The ones that weren't afraid to question the way things were, the way people accepted things to be. She strived to be that persistent and brave--but that was just it. Agatha wanted that, but she didn't know where to go from there. She didn't know what kind of article would make or break her--and would she stick around Realm after graduating? Would she travel?

Well, travel was very much off the table for now. Agatha could only blame the epidemic so much for narrowing her sights, though. She had always been a bit aimless. Always a girl filled with talent and big dreams, but too timid to actually chase them down. Her overly blunt grandmother would say that she was equipped to take over the world, in both skill and appearance--likely a jab at her towering height--but just didn't have the chutzpah to do it. But Agatha didn't know how to do that, really. She didn't have that Gryffindor bravery. The blonde had always preferred doing things in the background. She wanted success, and she wanted to thrive, but Agatha just--well, she just wanted to do it for herself.

It was a matter of confidence, she knew this. She couldn't help it, though. Agatha had felt a little lost for her whole life. Like she was missing out on something that was right under her nose. She did believe that it would all click, someday. The big eureka moment in which she realized who she was and what she needed to do. For now, though, that was nowhere in sight. And the epidemic taking away her magic--that had certainly beaten down on her confidence. A lot. So Agatha was trying really hard to just focus on all the good things going on in the present. She still had classes at Lufkin to look forward to. She still had a job--and a good one, at that. Maybe being a personal assistant wasn't everyone's idea of glamour, but Agatha thought that being right alongside Whithey Montgomery--an icon, really--could give her some great perspective on her aimless journey.

The best thing about Whit, in Agatha's opinion, was that she was to the point. She made things clear and easy to understand, and Agatha really appreciated that. She was quick to pull out her notepad and quill as soon as Whitney had the coffee in her hand. "Right. Got it," Agatha confirmed with a nod as she madly scribbled her list, her sights focused on the notepad. She glanced up at the mention of the malfunctioning printers, though. That had been an utter disaster. "The printers. We can call the manufacturer about that--or do you just want me to scour for something different?" Her quill was steadily perched, ready to tack on another task.

"I'll get a list of article ideas to you by end of day, then." Agatha added another note, then paused for a moment before asking, "Did you have any themes in mind for the next issue? I could organize the list accordingly." It would make things more efficient, really. And maybe--just maybe--she was curious to see if she had anything that would fit whatever Whit had in mind.

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[attr="class","cbody"]It wasn’t uncommon for her to be in on the weekends. Honestly, it was more common for her to take the weekend off, though obviously she didn’t expect every employee to be the same way. If every single person that worked for her was in the office the same amount of hours that she was, then she’d likely go bankrupt paying all of their salaries. No, she knew that she was here far more often than everybody else, but that was fine by her.
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She loved what she did. That was all there was to it. And she had always been kept busy by her work. Luckily, she was in love with a woman that was much the first way. Even before the epidemic, Kelsey had been pulling sixty-hour weeks at the hospital—probably more. It wasn’t like she clocked it or anything. They had both always been… sort of workaholics, she supposed. It was why they had always worked well together. They loved each other, but they both were incredibly understanding of busy work loads and being a little overzealous with the careers. It worked out well for both of them. Admittedly, Kelsey was nearly always at the hospital these days and that had meant that Whitney was at Realm even more than normal, but still. She didn’t expect the rest of her employees to be here that much.
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To her, it made sense that they were here when they needed to be and chasing down a story when they needed to do that. There was no point to them sitting in an office all day if it didn’t do them any good.
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If there was one person that she thought was in here nearly as often as she was, it was Agatha. Sure, she knew that her assistant was also balancing school, so she couldn’t be here all of the time, but Merlin knew that she was nearly always here when she needed her. Whitney took a sip of her coffee as she considered the woman’s question. “Call the manufacturer first. Might as well try to get the ones we bought to actually work.” She didn’t want them to be out the money without doing everything they could to make do with the printers they’d bought. “But just in case, yes, we’ll have to start looking for something new too.” The last thing that she wanted was for them to have to wrestle with the printers every single time they had to get an issue out. Whitney wanted reliable printers—who knew that was too much to ask for?
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“Not yet. I want to see what stands out from the ideas,” sometimes it was nice to have a theme in mind starting out. But other times, someone had an idea that really surprised her, and she wanted to leave that up to chance today. “Unless you have any ideas.” Whitney thought there was a good chance that Agatha was interested in working in the industry—as more than just an assistant, and it would certainly benefit her to start getting some ideas out there now.
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