 Wowza!
Make no eye contact. Make no eye contact. This is what Marshall Howe exercised whenever he found himself on the same place, alone, with his bosses. It was quite odd for this to happen as he was usually safely tuck inside the layout editors office, but it wasn't unheard of either; example of that was today.
Keeping his pale gaze trained anywhere but on the faces of Sienna Knoll and Ian Hoshino, the curly-haired lanky man murmured a quiet 'Good day' to his superiors, and placed himself around the second row of seats. It was not far away enough from Ian and Sienna for Howe's like, but it was all he got.
Gingerly, he placed the fantastically ugly blue shirt on his lap, and then glanced down to where all the unfortunate Hogwarts brats were gathering. But not before that there was a third person on the press box. A stranger of the female sort, with dark hair and a coat that he'd probably have to sell both of his eyes in order to be able to afford it.
Who on Circe's name was this? A new reporter? Surely not! The Daily Prophet quarters were already a mine of estrogen, they hardly needed any more female writers. When the woman gave him a pointed look, Howe merely nodded in silent greeting and focused on the students.
Keep your eyes on the brats. Keep your eyes brats, Howe.
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