99. : The business end of a duck or Come rain, sleet or snow - All around town over the skies of Ottery St.
Michael yawned, climbing his broom higher. Sunrise still lay ahead, most of the muggles sleeping, but the wizarding world never slept. He blinked. Howled as he almost slammed into the rear end of a duck.
“Sorry,” Michael exclaimed.
Well most of the time the wizarding world didn’t sleep.
He had to wake up early though to deliver
newspapers. Sure, you could get them by owl but where was the fun in that? Muggles had paperboys why not the wizarding world?
Mr. Lovegood had been kind enough to buy the argument and had given him the job, the first wizard paperboy.