 Granddaddy Ravenclaw | | Jermione Granger
What... in the what?
Scout was perched on the edge of her desk, flipping through the day's Prophet as she was wont to do, when her eyes rested on Basil's article. Conspiracy? Polyjuice Potions? Assassination? These were... heavy accusations, and, unless the older woman was missing something, ones that seemed to have scant proof, at least in print. Narrowing her eyes, she wondered what the procedure here was for verifying such... potentially inflammatory exclusives. At her old papers, the writers would have gathered to discuss anonymous source and whistleblower credibility. But this... this looked like Basil had gone forward on his own with no solid evidence.
At least, not any that was apparent to her.
Scout read the article once more, shaking her head the entire way through. What would the repercussions for the paper be if the accusations were fabricated? Basil was better than this... it was why she had packed up and come thrown her lot in with the Prophet.
But something was odd.
Something was off.
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