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E&E
You're not 100% sure why you're here, really. You're being interviewed because you wrote another book, yes, but why you've agreed to meet someone from the Prophet? Potter only knows. You're married to an editor of a different publication, but maybe The Weekly Safeguard isn't the place for this type of thing. Or, at least, if Ben had been the one to be interviewing you the likelihood of you doing it without getting distracted was slim at best.
You plot out possible escape scenarios and the routes for each of them. There's a lot of overlap but each one is ever so slightly different. One can never be over-prepared in these instances. You may be able to draw out a polite exit, but that hasn't always been the case. It really depends who they send to see you. You find yourself wondering why you even bother writing a book again. It almost never seems actually worth it at this point.
When the interviewer arrives she looks no older than your son. In fact, she probably only is by a year or two. She has a long list of questions in front of her and all you can think is
I did only promise them half an hour, right? because, Merlin, that's a Lot to get through. There's only so much you can say before you negate people having to buy the book you're actually trying to promote.
You order a fresh pot of tea and she orders some sugary-soy-thing you didn't even catch the entirety of - mostly because you were checking your quiv as she spoke to the waiter. You make small talk, and she's older than you thought. She also has some interesting things to say. You hope more than anything that The Daily Prophet is just a stepping stone to wherever she wants to be. You're tempted to give her Ben's card, or take her details to pass on to him yourself.
Before long she's turning to her list, "So, Mr Fawcett - sorry, Michael - I thought I'd try our new format Q&A with you today. No long answers the readers will barely skim. Nothing about the book itself. Just a set of quick-fire questions about you. How does that sound?"
Honestly, it sounds bloody brilliant.
Q&A
Michael Fawcett, lawyer
Born in Bristol but settled in Birmingham, Fawcett, 59, has worked in law since leaving school at 18. At this stage in his career he spends more time over-seeing cases than actively getting involved, but that's a luxury that's been afforded to him after years of high profile cases. His new book,
The (Un)moral High Ground, is out now!
What is your earliest memory?I was around 3 and it involves most of my siblings and a duck, and I'm stopping there because keeping it concise is the only way to keep it interesting.
What is your greatest fear?Cows
What was your most embarrassing moment?{not fit for print}
What makes you unhappy?Telling that story.
Who would play you in the film of your life?That guy who plays Dumbledore in all the documentaries. Without the wig, obviously.
What is your most unappealing habit?I have a slight obsession with doing laundry. It sounds ridiculous but according to my husband I choose the worst moments to start hanging things up to dry. But usually its whilst I'm waiting for people to finish getting ready so we can actually leave the house...
What did you want to be when you were growing up?Initially, a healer.
To whom would you most like to say sorry, and why?My sister. The why is unimportant.
Is it better to give or to receive?Oh, are we on to the sex questions now? Depends on the mood, really.
What was the best kiss of your life?The one I woke up to this morning. You'd think by this stage kisses would stop being special, but they haven't.
Have you ever said 'I love you' and not meant it?Oh, most definitely. But never in the last 40 years.
What is the worst job you've done?I spent a few summers during school on a relative's snail farm during breeding season. The slime. I still have flashbacks.
What has been your biggest disappointment?Adulthood.
How often do you have sex?I thought we'd done the sex section already?
What has been your closest brush with the other side of the law?I wish I had something exciting for you here, but the honest truth is that owl breeding legislation hasn't been rewritten since the 14th Century and its very easy to get the wrong permit for it.
What song would you like played at your funeral? Sex is on Fire, Kings of Leon - they're muggle. Look 'em up.
Tell us a secretI really need to pee.
R&R
From leaving your house for the interview to getting back after it is barely two hours, and you actually find yourself having enjoyed the morning. You're not sure which point surprises you most. You've now got the afternoon to yourself
and you're in a good mood and it feels like the first time in years those things have happened at the same time.
For once, you don't want to hide away the day with your owls ignoring everything outside it until somebody comes home and you feel more in control. You do still go up there for a few hours though, of course. There are certain things that must be done every day. Plus you enjoy spending time with the birds.
You're not really paying attention to what you're doing. Your mind wandering the line between reality and a sudden influx of ideas, and you can't help but feel the tingle in your fingers that maybe you should start writing another book. The ink is calling to you. The office you've ignored for the last three months since you finally finished the last one waits, and as you make your way back into the house you know the next few days are going to be a blur of research and note taking. You're eager for it.
When Ben comes home from work, you haven't moved for about 8 hours. He finds you in your office, sat on the floor surrounded by open tomes. Your joints are stiff, your knuckles ache, and you know your face is almost manic as you meet his eyes.
And you smile.
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