The torches blazed to life, crackling slightly when she walked into her office. Everything was exactly as she had left it less than six hours ago. A quick glance at her clock showed that it was ten to five, which meant she would have the office to herself for another two hours. If there was no big scoop that day, of course.

She hung up her coat and walked over to her stiff chair, all the while sending telepathic messages to whomever she chose to be her personal assistant that day (she never could hold on to a proper one for very long) to bring her a big cup of coffee from the Leaky Cauldron. It took less than ten minutes for Getti to be completely submerged in her work, writing letters and making notations on various reports from the Managing Editor.