Journalistic Integrity (Wednesday, March 1 - 6th period)

[imanaturalblond.livejournal.com]

"All right, boys and girls. We've talked a lot about invasion of privacy and the rights of the media this term, right?" Rita said. "Well, I'm sure you've all had experiences wherever you're from with the media covering something in a manner you construe as 'unfair.'

Your project, which will be twenty-five percent of your grade and due two weeks from Friday, will be to do research on a tabloid, tabloid reporter, or some other aspect of the media that intrigues you and strikes you as 'amoral.' You'll present your findings to the class, and to me in the form of a one hundred word essay. Questions?"

[ooc: Feel free to use actual tabloids for this, or use something from your canon. Or make something up. Just be creative and have fun!]

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Re: After Class

[janet_fraiser]

"I don't know! And it was stop myself from falling or break my nose!" exclaimed Janet. She shook her hand, palm splayed wide with quill and parchment stuck to every inch of her hand. "It's magic. I don't do magic!"

She hadn't intended for the parchment. Damn it.

Re: After Class

[imanaturalblond.livejournal.com]

"I could try to get it off," Rita offered. "But it's not my magic."

Re: After Class

[janet_fraiser]

Janet looked at Skeeter dubiously.

On the other hand, she was *really* hungry. And she'd like to be able to sleep under her blankets tonight.

"Fine," she said, holding her hand out away from her body and over Skeeter's desk. "Don't turn me into an animal or anything."

Re: After Class

[imanaturalblond.livejournal.com]

Rita murmured something after rolling her eyes, and pointed her wand at Janet's arm.

Her goal was to dissolve the glue or whatever was keeping the things stuff to her hand.

Unfortunately, she ended up dissolving part of Janet's sleeve, as well as the parchment and quill.

Well. At least they weren't stuck to her hand anymore! Of course, they also weren't solid.

Re: After Class

[janet_fraiser]

Janet glared. "I liked that shirt!" she exclaimed as dust flew into the air.

A large strip was gone off the side of it as well. She'd have held it closed, but then her hand would have been stuck to the shirt. And the stupid pen was still stuck to her hand!

Janet sneezed. And sneezed again.