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[ka-click.livejournal.com]

Around the school, signs have begun going up. Some of them are at odd levels,, but most of them are at least waist high. Took a little bit of work to make the rug go the right height and all. They read, more or less:

ATTENTION, LADIES OF HOGWARTS!
Are you attractive? Do guys always tell you how hot you are?
Would you like to earn a little bit of cash for not much work?
Then come try out for a new periodical publication, like the wizarding world has never seen!
Please leave all morals at the door
See Bun-Bun at Hufflepuff, for more information. Or sign below, and he'll find you!
No kids!

Comments

[ka-click.livejournal.com]

"Could always use some fluff filler, to interspace the naked ladies." Like they do in Playboy.

[earthto-mars.livejournal.com]

Aaannnddd... this would normally be the part in which I scoff that, hey, Veronica Mars does not do fluffy writing, I do the hardcore stuff! But, you know, that seemed a bit... too appropriate. For this moment. "Oh." Hey, wait, I wasn't good enough to be in with the naked ladies? "Why with the writing and not so much the naked lady-ing?" I asked with a very indignant look!

[ka-click.livejournal.com]

"Sorry, I was getting the impression you were a liberated nineties woman, with no interest in letting the entire school see yer naughty bits. But, if you wanna whip 'em out, I'll photograph them. Pays all right too." He gives her the once over again. "Maybe something out in the Quidditch stands?"

[earthto-mars.livejournal.com]

"Me? I'm eighteen. Barely remember the nineties!" I replied in turn, waving a hand in that 'p'shaw, no strings here' sort of way. Which exists, shut up. "In the Quidditch stands?" Well, it wasn't like it was winter anymore. But... huh. I was... actually very much torn on this. Normally, I would tell the bunny hell no and hide in my room for a few days with a half pint of Chunky Monkey and Backup at hand until I was sure the thing was gone. Not that I was into taking off my clothes for profit, but... in retrospect, I really needed the money. Fast. "Su~ure?" I added finally, the end curving up like it was a question. I don't think I was really sure, but... hey. I could dig it.

[ka-click.livejournal.com]

"You got a better idea?" Cause, he's open to new things. As evidinced by this thing.

[earthto-mars.livejournal.com]

I held up both hands, passively, eyes widening a bit as my mouth quirked into a grin. "Didn't say it was a bad idea! Just, huh. Tit bit nibbly, don't you think?"

[ka-click.livejournal.com]

He rolls his eyes at her. These kids. "That's, kind of the point?"

[earthto-mars.livejournal.com]

Ah. Right. Made sense. Still. My poor nipples. "All right," I replied, and pointed to... the rabbit. God, I was going nuts. "I only do girl on girl if plied with alcohol, mister."

[ka-click.livejournal.com]

And the rabbit leers. "That can be arranged. But fer the first issue, we're just going with normal nudity, see what people like."

He begins to lead the way. And this can be as descriptive or as glossed over as you wish, don't want to make anyone uncomfortable.

[earthto-mars.livejournal.com]

A leering rabbit. I never thought I would see the sight.

Normal nudity, though. All righty then. Except... Oh, it meant right now? ...Oh, man. Hadn't been expecting that. And yet I was walking after the thing? Ooookay. Apparently I am a girl of new experiences today.

[ka-click.livejournal.com]

He glances over his shoulder. "Do ya need to change or anything? I mean, I don't want ya all emabressed cause I caught you on wash day or nuthin." Granny panties in a good mag? No way.

[earthto-mars.livejournal.com]

Me? Embarrassed? Wash day? "Oh, no. I am always prepared (http://www.sorozatjunkie.hu/regiposztok/momentofbeauty/nyomozocsajok/01.%20Kristen%20Bell,%20(Veronica%20Mars),%20Veronica%20Mars.jpg)." ...God, I sounded like a freaking whore. "No granny panties." Not that I have any granny panties, thank you.

[ka-click.livejournal.com]

"Ah, teenagers these days, Gods, I love them." Of course, his assent into the stands i more then likely easier then hers, as he has that wonderful flying rug.

"Any tattoos?"

[earthto-mars.livejournal.com]

I wasn't sure if that statement was meant to be in the aw, shucks sort of manner or if it sounded incredibly pedophiliac. I chose not to respond. Tattoos, on the other hand. "Me? Tats? Oh, no. No piercings either, unless you count the earrings."

[ka-click.livejournal.com]

"Might have to look into those, you'd look good in them." He sets up the camera, then glances at her. "Ready?"

[earthto-mars.livejournal.com]

In what, tattoos or piercings? "You know, I've always wanted to go the biker route." I thought of Weevil and all the other PCH-ers. ...Scratch that. "Ready?" No. "Ready as I'll ever be..."

[ka-click.livejournal.com]

"Then show me what you got."

[earthto-mars.livejournal.com]

Right. ...Right!

God, nerves, out of nowhere. This was a little creepy. Rabbit and all. Still. I was Veronica Mars: No Longer A Marshmallow. If I could handle Dick Casablancas without a problem, I could handle this. So. I showed the man what he needed to see. Or, at least, dropped my bag and stripped off my shirt.

[ka-click.livejournal.com]

"Good, good... Now, rmemeber, these are moving pictures, so try to make it look like you're talking to the camera. Mouth whatever you have to, but it makes the guys imaginations spark, right?"

[earthto-mars.livejournal.com]

Hello. Moving pictures? It was porn on a whole new level. I mean, I've looked at Hustler and all that - who hasn't? - but moving pictures? That was new. "Okay," I replied a little nervously, and mumbling the standby 'this is so stupid' mixed in with a little 'watermelons and tomatoes'. Hey, ask any of the lip-synching experts; it looks like anything.

[ka-click.livejournal.com]

And he continues, offering her advice and support, until they finish up. "Thanks hun, that was perfect."

[earthto-mars.livejournal.com]

That was perfect? Heh, kind of odd to hear, coming from a rabbit. Still. Comforting. ...I think. "Sure thing," I replied uneasily, fixing the bottom of my shirt. "Right-o." Payment? That was what I was really interested in. I needed money, bunny.

[ka-click.livejournal.com]

He tosses over a small pouch. "There's yer pay. Any idea what I should call this thing?"

[earthto-mars.livejournal.com]

Yes. Just what I was looking for. And all I had to do was flash a little somethin' somethin'? Maybe Jenna Jameson had the right idea. ...Man, I was just reeking of trailer trash right now, wasn't I?

"Something involving 'Hogwarts' doesn't really induce images of grandeur," I replied with raised eyebrows, pulling my bag strap over my shoulder and shoving the pouch inside. "You could've gone with a Parochial schoolgirl theme. But lacking the plaid skirts, I think you're better off with the oh-so clever play on magical terms. Unihorny? Uniporn. School of Witchcraft and Impropriety?" Logan was right. My ability to come up with porn titles was bordering in on creepy. "The world is your oyster.

...Oh, crap. ...Logan.

[ka-click.livejournal.com]

"The Oyster?" He rubs his chin, a grin spreading across his face. "I like it! Classier then a clam, but still the same mollusk."