Nia followed Jorge, a familiar sensation of nerves settling in her stomach. Despite his credentials, mainly as her chief bridesmaids' husband, she had been wondering if this had been such a good idea after all. Why give the exclusive to the Daily Prophet? Why not to one of the quidditch magazines? She ran a hand through her cropped blonde hair (though she'd been debating on growing it out for the wedding, she'd eventually decided against it), before slipping her fingers into her jeans' pocket comfortably and curling her thumb around the belt loop. She knew why she'd offered it to Jorge really - because he'd get to actual story, not the one about her upcoming wedding to 'Magpies' heart throb Finlay Carmicheal' - and because she trusted her best friend's taste more than anything.

"Thanks for having me," Nia said with a more relaxed smile as she followed him through the door. You never showed the opposition your fear. Not that she thought Jorge was opposition, but the training was still there. "I hear Mariel is busy with tryouts for the graduating students," she commented friendily, looking around the room and choosing a chair to the left. Nia was left dominant for sure, and perhaps moreso when it came to decision-making. She pushed the rolled up sleeves of her checked shirt back up over her elbows, and pulled up the seat so it wasn't quite so far to the side. "Shame it's had to work out like that. I know how disappointing it is not to be able to go after the Quidditich Cup in your final year..." The Tri-Wizard Cup had been the cause of her disappointment. "It's really great that they've still got an opportunity to show off their talent."