A Pondering of Projects

june 16 | early afternoonspac ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ english | french | thoughts
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@Alyss Gilmour
A Pondering of Projects
Banner credit to: Novalie Moon
June 16th, 2025 Headliner Office“English” “Gaelic”
The manuscript. Often a draft of a document, when it is submitted to publication. This is the step that comes after the various drafts, often each in different stages. The very, very first draft is the one that gets ripped apart. By the editor, publisher, or even the author themselves, it is oftentimes the most butchered, with highlights and scribbles, sticky notes and question marks scattered along every page. Alyss had the first draft in her hands as she carefully padded into the Headliner Office, trying not to cause the floorboards to creak or door to slam. Although it wasn’t late in the day, it felt wrong to simply amble into the office as if they were going to be working on anything that was actually related to the articles that would be published.
Quite the opposite, Alyss was here for fun. She had been writing about alternate worlds, and fun magic in her free time, often involving dragon riders— after all, they were the coolest. But, the dorm rooms were filled with people trying to have a good time before finals, and the library was so crowded with people studying for finals, that Alyss felt guilty putting quill to page for a storybook. So she was now in the Headliner, the one place she knew the she could simply sit down and write, and no one would judge her.
That was how she found herself, hunched over this draft muttering to herself as she read the same sentence over and over again, aware that it sounded wrong, but unsure of how to fix it. This was why the editors at the Headliner were angels. They fixed Alyss’ grammar mistakes of effect vs affect, toward vs towards, and so many more. They were the reason that Alyss’ articles actually sounded good after she wrote them, and she simply couldn’t replace a good editor when it came to this.
Sighing, Alyss readied herself to walk out. She didn’t have the money to pay for an editor, and simply could not do it on her own. She would have to take it home over break and have her mom look it over, with the hope that she wouldn’t judge her daughter too harshly. That was, until Alyss realized that she wasn’t alone, in the Headliner Office. Mahlioz was there, someone Alyss had met during the Racing Rager in the Slytherin Common Room. A fellow snake, they had been kind to Alyss, so perhaps asking them for a hand wouldn’t hurt, at the very least.
“Hey. Uhm, Mahlioz? You remember me? I’m Alyss.” She offered in greeting as she stood beside their desk, hands already fiddling with their draft. “Could I bother you with something, or are you busy?” She asked, a small smile broaching onto her face as she glanced down at what Mahlioz was working on, eyes settling on the Headliner articles set to be released.
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Pings: @Mahlioz Evethisawe
Note: This wasn’t late, Mahlioz was just insanely early, trust
Note: This wasn’t late, Mahlioz was just insanely early, trust
A Pondering of Projects

june 16 | early afternoonspac ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ english | french | thoughts
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@Alyss Gilmour
A Pondering of Projects
Banner credit to: Novalie Moon
June 16th, 2025 Headliner Office“English” “Gaelic”
The papers in Alyss’ hands suddenly felt clunky, as if they didn’t belong. A pit seemed to open in her stomach, and her mouth tightened. Not only was she asking a favor of a mere acquaintance, but also showing someone else her passion, pride, and joy. It felt like a tall task, something that took a moment for her to actually begin. “I- uh, I’ve been writing a little… story of my own in my free time, but I… I know it’s in desperate need of an editor.” Alyss paused, swallowing. “I was wondering if you’d be willing to look it over? See if it’s decent?”
She glanced down at the cluster of pages, thinking on the times that she had given over her articles for editorial review. How was this different? It shouldn’t be, right? But oh, it was. The paper crinkled in a web that had clearly been created long before, illuminating a certain amount of time that had been poured into it. “I’m not really sure what I can offer in return but… I would really appreciate it.” Alyss spoke, her eyes rising back up to meet Mahlioz’s. The smile that had been placed upon their face had remained there, in an attempt to hide the amount of anxiety that was plaguing the girl.
“I totally get if you’re too busy, this is just a silly passion project anyways.” Alyss offered, giving the older year an opportunity to politely decline the extra amount of work that Alyss was requesting they complete. After all, Mahlioz had to be busy. It was the very end of the school year, and even Alyss had found herself worrying about the future—and she was a mere first year. As a third year, they must have additional classes and responsibilities, which meant less free time to entertain such dreams and coping mechanisms.
Alyss took a breath for a moment, trying to slow down. She was doing nothing wrong. She was asking for an acquaintance(?) friend(?) to do her a favor, something that Alyss did not normally ask for. Although it may not be particularly convenient, favors rarely were. In addition, Alyss was willing to pay her back in some form later on, if she ever had something of value. The Headliner Office was quite literally a place for writers to write to their hearts content. Asking someone who held nearly her same position to assist her was rather mundane. She was okay. Everything was okay.
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Pings: @Mahlioz Evethisawe
Note: I locked in guys!!
Note: I locked in guys!!
