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"Mind if I join?" the Headmistress' level voice came floating in from the direction of the doorway. She leaned against it casually, trusting (hopefully not foolishly) that Sabel had taken down the wards on it since there were two strangers in his office now. Legend, of course, wasn't really a stranger. He was a popcorn muncher former student, one who had worked closely with Hogwarts in the past. He should be helpful. He was as close as this school got to a resource officer, after all.
Blue eyes drifting from the Auror to the newspaper reporter, the Headmistress straightened up suddenly from her lean. Something was off about this man. She didn't like him, she didn't trust him, she didn't like how he was talking to Sabel, and she suddenly felt uncomfortable around him, the way Gingersnapple felt around students who were hiding things from her. Should she bring her cat in to sniff around him? Kneazles, half-kneazles, and suspected kneazles were good at picking up on suspicious characters, after all...
"You're the one who wrote the article," Annie spoke up plainly. Now her eyes were positively boring into Basil Skeeter's head as she stepped into the room and held out her right hand for a shake from his right hand. "I'm the Headmistress of Hogwarts, Anastasia Truebridge. Have we met?"
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