"Oh no worries at all." she said with a warm smile on her lips. Shaking the girl's hand "It's a pleasure to meet you Minerva, please call me Willow." Yeah she really didn't like the formalities, the Miss was too much. "I look forward to working with each of you as well, it'll be fun."

"Well let's show you around the office first, and get to work on an article I've been working on." Leaning close she winked at her "If we can I might even get you an article of your own, we need some interviews done."

Hearing another hello her way, Ness looked up only to see that Minerva now sat nearby. "Hey." She returned the greeting with a smile and then focused back onto what was happening. Wow! Kat had sharp ears. Ness gave the snake a good nod and then just before she managed to do anything someone addressed her.

O______O

The real Mr. Skeeter's eyes were really scary and Ness couldn't even cope to look straight back at them. Instead as he spoke to her she kept her eyes on the ground, it may have been a little rude but she couldn't help herself much. Tall he wasn't but boslike he was for sure, and Ness wasn't sure whether it was a reason to respect him or dislike him. "I..I knew that." Course she knew he was Mr. Skeeter..or she pretended she did, hoping it would maybe make her loose let's points with her new boss. She had mixed feelings about him for now..that was until he announced what she'd be doing.

After listening to his whole welcome, and after making a mind note that Mr. Skeeter did not like caramel, Ness looked up as her name was mentioned once more. This time along with August's. They were being assigned a job..a job Nessie didn't entirely approve of. With a mellow face she looked at Mr. Skeeter and then turned her gaze to August.

Fixing a printer? With ink?!!? This was about to get real messy.

Afraid of her boss now, Nessie decided arguing wasn't even an option. Instead she headed over to August. "Um...so should we head to the office?" They were allowed to go right?

Smiling Minerva knew she was going to like Willow and hoped she could do a great job for her. "Okay, Willow then." She felt her stomach jump with excitement as Willow talked about what they would do first. Oh seeing the office, "Yes, that sounds great. It will help so I don't get lost if you need me to fetch something." because that would be just horrible, plus she wouldn't want to accidentally go to the wrong place, like Mr. pretty boys office that had demanded the drink from Nessie earlier.

Then Minerva's interest really perked when Willow said about an article. "Well anything I can do to help, just let me know. I am willing to learn and do pretty much everything needed." It was the only way she was going to learn as much as possible, so she wasn't going to say no when asked. A bit of shock came over Minerva when she heard Willow say about her doing an interview. That was amazing, but made her super nervous wondering what or who the interview would be about, plus doing an article of her own.. Well that would be exciting, but scary all at the same time.

"I prefer the term newsie, Mr. Rush," Basil replied with a small smirk and a nod. "But yes, that is precisely what I would like for you and Miss Hudson to do." And then off they went. Good good. Hopefully they would catch a bit of gossip or two about something that could then lead to a story for the Daily Prophet to blow out of the water.

And something for his entry level kids to snoop. Two fwoopers with one stone as it were.

Seeing as Willow had already taken the girl under her care and the other two setting off to deal with the printing press, that left Basil with one last order of business - the three at his office.

With one last nod, Basil grabbed his portfolio and headed out of the conference room.

Despite the awkwardness that Jonathan probably felt after the mention of Kurumi's name (which Auggie realized after he had already spoken) he was happy that he remembered him, that would have been really bad if not.

He turned his attention away from the boy sitting next to him and back to the man at the front of the room who was now giving out directions. Oooh following around writers and helping with stories? That sounded fun. Hopefully he would get a job like that--

O_____O Seriously?

What in Merlin's beard had he done to deserve that?

August turned to look Nessie across the table from him and wondered what she had done to get them in trouble before starting. Geez. The man was leaving and they were good to go? "I guess we should go at least to look at the thing."

Jorge took his time heading back to the conference room. This hot head needed some time to cool off and the walk back would help. Once he opened the door he turned and gestured to the man to come inside. Sipping on his coffee still he turned taking his own seat and leaning back in his chair. They were going to be here for a bit of time no reason not to get comfortable.

"So Mr. Carter other than here to shred paper and scream in my bosses face about my article, what else can we help you with?" He wasn't impress with the immaturity of this one, nor was he happy about not being assigned to the beautiful woman that had come in. He always did so much better getting information he needed out of the ladies rather than the men.

Summoning his quill and parchment he glanced at the man again, "Now shall we begin or would you rather wait for my boss?" Which ever worked for him was fine.

Glaring at the back of the man's head, Josh followed him to this place that was supposed to be the conference room. What did these birds need a conference room for? Ha! Maybe they sometimes felt like running out of lies, if that was possible, and gathered here to brainstorming to produce more and find out other more creative ways to distort truth.

When he walked in, Josh just looked around a bit before moving his dark brown gaze back on the man. Getting comfortable huh? Apparently this man had no idea what might be coming towards him. Josh just stood there folding his muscular arms and stared as the other man spoke. He eyed the quill and parchment a bit. "There will be no writing or recording."

Jorge stayed leaning in his chair eyeing the man, "Wouldn't you be more comfortable sitting?" His confident grin plastered on his face. This man didn't intimidate him at all. Did he think standing would scare him? Please.. He had many run ins with people worse than this one.Taking his last sip of coffee he looked at the cup and frowned. Darn he wished he had more. Should he summons some? Nah it could wait until this was over.

He looked at the man curious, "Afraid to have your words on paper?" He was big enough to try and bully them, but to wimpy to be quoted saying things. Hmm interesting. "Alright.." Jorge put his quilll down and slid it away. "So what can I help you with?" Or at least pretend to help you.

Sitting? Now suddenly the annoying newspaper bird got concerned with his comfort? Josh just stared at the man in silence, preferring to ignore question. He did not want to sit down. He was not going to sit down yet he went over to a table and leaned against it. "I don't blame you for wanting to keep your bum safe." he said with bitter humour.

He did not foresee feeling any humour in anything today yet it seemed he had been wrong. Josh raised his eyebrows at the man upon hearing his second question. "Afraid?" He let out a cold snort and short chuckle. "Yeah. Just look at me. I am trembling with terror." Did this man have any idea who he was talking to? Apparently not.

"You will be helping yourself. Not helping me."

His bum? He glanced down at his behind even though he couldn't see it sitting in a chair. It was a nice bum, but wasn't nice on him really. "My bum is always pretty safe, but thank you for your concern." He gave a small smirk, "It's nice of you to notice it. I'd compliment yours as well, but I really don't have an eye for that sort of thing." Now if he were say that woman that Basil had in his office, Jorge could have many thoughts and compliments for hers.

Sigh

Still annoyed he wasn't in that situation. He just glanced half bored at the man as he sarcastically talked about fear. "If you aren't afraid then why be so against your words being written down?" There were many types of fear didn't the man know. You didn't have to tremble or act afraid to be afraid of things. Where did this meat head come from anyway.

"Alright, why don't you tell me how I can hep myself then." an amused look was on his face. He had things to do and honestly he was just getting bored with this.

So he was really going to be doing this. He was going to sit down with a Quidditch pro and do an interview. Where did his career take him? This was a first, but he was the one wanting the change, so he'd except the work and make it as interesting as he could, though the wasn't sure how to make Quidditch interesting.

He had come in early to make sure the conference room was set up comfortable for his wife's friend and Professional player Nia. As he walked back in the room with Nia behind him he double checked that no one had moved the snacks or coffee he had sitting out for her.

"Nia I'm so glad you could make it today. I thought we'd be more comfortable in here then my office. " Holding the door open for her, "Have a seat where ever you feel the most comfortable." He knew she never agreed to the interview so even if it was for quidditch an exclusive was an exclusive.

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."

Watching her take a seat, Jorge found his own. The Conference room was comfy enough and he could lean back in the chair the way he always liked. Taking a cup of coffee for himself, he glance up, “Would you like a cup? We have some cream and sugar if needed.” Oh yes of course she’d ask about Mariel, he couldn’t help the smile that crossed his face with her name. The thoughts of them possibly expanding their family filtered in his head. It had been the front of discussion lately, but that wasn’t something they were here to discuss. “Yes, that is happening right now. I have an intern helping to cover it for the paper.” He was glad Aubrey wanted to go, not that he wouldn’t mind seeing his wife at work, but quidditch was still something that lost his interest very quickly.

He nodded in agreement that it had been a shame for people that cared. “Guess that school finally made a safety choice. Not that it’s common for them to do.” Honestly he was surprised they didn’t just let them rick their lives. It would have made a good story for the red head in charge would have just let them play. Shame not that he thought of it. Could have been a great story, but he knew it was only a matter of time before the woman would allow something else strange to happen and he’d get the chance to write about it again.

Shuffling the parchment in front of him and pulling out his self writing quill, Jorge figured they should start on what she had so graciously came here to do. “Nia, thank you again for coming in today and for allowing me the opportunity to be the person to have an interview with you. I know my connect had something to do with that.” He grinned at her, he wasn’t ashamed that his wife got him the exclusive. Looking down at a few of his notes he sipped his coffee and leaned back. “Why don’t we start at the beginning. Really get to know Nia Newtington. When did you start becoming interested in being a professional quidditch player? Were your family and friends supportive of this idea you formed for your future?” Always good to start from the beginning.

Nia leant back in her chair, only to find it a bit too soft for her liking, and readjusting her posture more upright again. "That'd be lovely, thanks," she replied to the offer of coffee. She'd had one with breakfast, but another one wouldn't hurt. "With just a dash of cream." She'd usually have milk, but cream would be a nice treat. "The Prophet is covering it?" Nia couldn't help raise her eyebrows. "I know it's the off-season and all, but seems a little...intrusive." It'd taken a while for Nia to get used to the press coverage when she turned professional. Sure, the yearbook and Quill had covered matches at Hogwarts, but it wasn't quite the same as how critical some sports pundits could be in the national press. Of course, she'd only belatedly realised that her being the new, young, blonde face at the Harpies hadn't helped.

A safety choice? "Yes, that's something." She'd never really thought of Hogwarts as dangerous whilst she was there, eventful for sure, but it did seem to be getting more and more problematic in recent years. She knew her parents were facing a difficult choice with where to send her Nathaniel this academic year. He'd received his Hogwarts letter, but there were discussions in the Newtington household about whether Beauxbatons might be the safer option. "My brother is due to go in September...I know my parents are having serious talks about whether it's the right choice or not, especially after the recent freezing incident." She knew Nathaniel was by far strong enough to look after himself, but even so, she could understand her mother's worries.

Seeing Jorge straightening the parchment, Nia sat up a little straighter and mentally prepared herself for his questions. "Oh, you're welcome," she replied with a nod and a smile. "I hope I can give you something good, other than the ability to call it an exclusive." She gave a wry smile. On her end, the sponsors had been thrilled to find out she'd allowed an interview. She'd carefully chosen her sponsors so that it was her work on the pitch that mattered, but of course any extra publicity for them was a good thing.

And his first question? Nia chuckled. "I guess you haven't followed the league very long?" she said, a twinkle in her eye. "It all starts with my Dad, Theodore Newtington. He was, well, a bit of a legendary Keeper for the Bats, turned the team around after a few losing seasons. And then when he retired he became went to work at the ministry. Mariel's job, actually. Department Head of Games and Sports. She paused for a moment, collating her thoughts. "My twin borther didn't show show any inclination for flying," Jorge didn't need to know about Theo Junior's dream of flying like Buzz Lightyear, "but I was practically brought up on a broom. I don't think I truly believed I could make it as a pro player until I signed my first contract...but it was always a dream. I pestered Dad into taking me to see the Harpies play as much as possible, and of course, he always had free tickets to go see the Bats."

Flicking his wand he watched as the coffee mug go to the pot and be filled with coffee, adding the cream he sent it over in front of her. “If it’s not to your liking I can make you another.” He gave her a signature smirk that he carried the majority of the time. “Yes the prophet. We do have a sports section here.” He chuckled a bit at the shock that seemed to be in her voice. “Mostly to highlight that Mariel and her department are doing something to help the up incoming talent when that school hadn’t helped them succeed in their future dreams at all.” They didn’t seem to care about the ones who wanted to be professional players from a young age, so at least the Sports Department was remembering their young dreams. “They want to be professional, then what better way then get their names out there.” Plus, Jorge could really care less about who was trying out. He was hoping the intern just focused more on the actual tryout and the reason they were there, but that was up to her.

He nodded, yeah safer option was the best choice of words, though he doubt that woman really cared about the children safety with the track record that had been going on there. Yes, deaths weren’t the record number, but just issues alone seemed to be a very big problem. “Well I would be telling your parents that there is no way in hell they should send him there. I would never send my children there.” He felt he was sure Mariel would feel the same way once they did start having children. “The freezing was just a small issue. I think the dementors alone or that professor aging students should be the bigger concern.” He knew it was an accident with the professor, but the older man was still there and the mistake could happen again.

He chuckled as she said about following the league. He shook his head. “I’m not the one being interviewed, but no. I lived in Ronda Spain as a child and let’s just say when you see your older sister injured pretty badly as a boy you don’t see the game in the fascinating excitement that everyone else does. So I haven’t followed it much well until the last few years.” Another chuckle escaping knowing this new knowledge of the game was because of his wife.

Listening he kept checking to make sure his quill was getting all the notes down as he sipped his coffee listening. He liked being hands free it just made it more personal, more like two friends chatting instead of an interview. Department Head, he now wondered if it was common to retire and go to the ministry. “Have you always played the same position or did you tryout a few before figuring you were a chaser?” He looked down at some of the questions he wrote down again. “You played for another team before going to the Bats, how did you like playing for them? Is there things you like better?”

"I'm sure it'll be fine." Nia sat forward and reached the coffee closer to her, before wrapping her hands round it. "I'm not fussy, as long as it's caffeinated." She gave him a light wink at that. "I'm all too aware you have a sports section," Nia replied with a chuckle and shaking her head. "It was more the scope of it, that I was interested by." Gosh, she'd had her picture in the back pages enough to know there was a sports section! "Seems fair," she added, as he explained. "It's hard to be taken seriously as a young player, and it's not ideal that Hogwarts didn't host matches this year. I should know...quidditch was cancelled in my seventh year too." No ministry organised tryout for her, but luckily it'd still turned out good in the end. "I'm glad Mariel and the Quidditch division are giving them this chance."

Nia thought of her brother a moment, making a mental node to take him to training before he went to school - whichever one it might be. Maybe he'd get on with Kalla's kid cousin who sometimes came; she should really introduce them. "Hard after his two eldest siblings have been through there though - being 11 years our junior, of course he wants to go too. I wouldn't like to argue against him, that's for sure." Cute but stubborn, that kid. Probably the best of both Nia and her twin, really. "I think it's all a concern, but the exam results remain good despite everything else going on. And that's got to count for something..."

Nia gave a wry smile. "I'm sorry to hear that. I think it can be easy to forget that Quidditch can be dangerous when you see the Pros play. It's one of the reasons I'm getting in to coaching the kiddy leagues." She nodded. "Mariel dragged you to many games?"

Taking a sip of her coffee, Nia too glanced down at the quill. She couldn't easily read the notes it was making from where she sat, but she hoped it wasn't adding too much extra to what she said. "That's a really good question..." she replied with a smile, putting her coffee back down on the table. "I started out as a beater in my first year at Hogwarts, but soon became known as the all-rounder of the team, even filling in as seeker for an unfortunate couple of matches in my fifth year." Nia lowered her gaze slightly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Seeking hadn't been her finest moment. "I loved beating - still do it in training sometimes - but when I became Ravenclaw Captain in my sixth year, I had to make the choice. I had two great beaters in the form of Ellie St-, I mean, Lockhart, and Jacob Blunt, and so Chasing was where I found my home. I've always been known as a tactical player, and generally being the only left-hander on the team...well, yeah, it makes a difference."

She took another sip of coffee before considering his next question. "Yes, the Harpies. A dream come true, as a childhood fan. I loved every minute in the dark green." EVERY minute. Training or playing, it was all the same. Nia lived quidditch. "But after nine years there, the Bats came to me with a really great offer...and the prospect of a new challenge? Well, it was too good to miss. So here I am. There's a different dynamic between the teams, of course, but I wouldn't say one is better than the other...although our mascot is pretty awesome." She chuckled. Jorge had seen the bat at the Meet and Greet, right? "For me on a personal level, I've been able to grow a lot more at the Bats. I get to do some coaching too, with the reserves, and I love seeing that talent and getting to develop it."

Nia was very easy going, that made things so much easier. He didn’t have to work for information, not that he would have anyway being that it was an interview. She just wasn’t one that he had to really suck up too and that was very nice. Chucking a bit he figured she was aware of their sport section, but the light of it must not be the greatest the way she seemed to think. Something that maybe with his shift of story writing could change. “Yes it’s great they are doing something. I’m very proud of her and how well she does her job.” His grin grew speaking of his wife. He might not be a huge fan of the sport, but he did enjoy boasting about his wife.

“Scores do I guess count for something, but there are plenty of safer schools with just as good if not better scores.” His school back in Spain was one of them. It was a top ranked school and they never had any disastrous issues. Then a thought occurred to him, “Quidditch was canceled your seventh year?” Hmm that was interesting. He could certainly use that in the article he was writing. “So how did you keep involved in the sport and keep wanting to further it, if you didn’t have it an entire school year?” Was it just a name thing that got her the chance to play pro? That was a different twist if it was.

Glancing at his quill, did it get that kiddy league stuff. “Planning on retiring to do that, or just off season sort of stuff?” She was getting married soon, maybe she was thinking about retiring to start her own family. His own trying to extend the family popped into his mind. What if his children wanted to play, his niece already was going nuts over wanting a broom, but what if his own child would want one. Mariel would certainly want him or her to have one, wouldn’t she?

He listened and glanced back and forth from Nia to the quill as she talked about her experiences. Beater, seeker, chaser, it was all very impressive. Lockhart, had he heard that name before? He knew the history of the name, but had he heard it in the quiddtich world. He half thought maybe Mariel had mentioned it once. Leaning back he listened a little longer. “So are you the Bat’s captain then?” The question came out before he even thought fully. He should know that. Was it not in his background notes? “What do you like better playing or coaching? Is this something you’re thinking about doing after your days playing are done?” He had a few on his desk that retired into managers so why not a coach. He chuckled as she said about the bat, “Ah yes, my niece loved that one. Though her favorite was the wasp.” It was entertaining to watch them all really.

“Do you see yourself as a role model to the younger generation or do you feel like so many others that Pro athletes shouldn’t be role models for the young?” Some did not leave the role model type of lives he knew this, but he often wondered how they didn’t find themselves in role model positions when so many children wanted to be them.

Rhea shook her head. No she didn't want anything to drink..or eat. She didn't want to sleep. She just wanted to find her daughter and take her home, where she would be safe and sound with her family.

She wibbled and hung her head as she followed behind the man. Was this going to take a long time? Could they go out and put up pictures of her daughter now?

Stopping by his desk real quick Jorge grabbed his self writing quill to make sure things got written correctly. Then he moved into the conference room and accepted that she didn't want anything. He really couldn't imagine what she was going through. If it was Regina, he didn't even want to think about that.

Sitting down at he table he looked up at her, [b] "How old is..is s..she?" She may have said this already, but he wanted the quill to get it this time, "Wh..where was the last time y..you saw her?" He needed to get as many details as possible and then try to figure out how to word the writing.

Grabbing some water for himself he took a sip, "Wh..what all w..would you want me to write?" He wasn't going to leave anything out. He wanted to help the woman because he would hope someone would do the same for him or Mariel. "I.. I.. I'm going to help you the b.. best I can."

Rhea sat down too and covered her face with her hands. All this stress was causing strange things to happen to her. Her hair was dull, she wa slosing her voice...she was dying..she could feel it.

"Yesterday...around 1:30 PM...I...I took her to the Leaky after doing some shopping then turned away for just a second and she was gone..." She wailed into her hands. "I just don't know what happened." What did she want him to write? She moved her hand away to look at him.

"That Dylan and I will do and pay anything for her safe return...anything at all. We look our daughter and just want her home...we'll even put up a reward for information leading to her where about..." She sniffled. "Any amount it doesn't matter. I'll find it."

He glanced at his quill to make sure it was writing. Thankfully he had it with him. Looking back at the woman he nodded as she spoke. The Leaky, hmm that could make it easier for anyone. His focus fully on her words and what could have happened, these were the stories and things he lived for, but now it was so different. It wasn't just a story, it was someones life being ripped apart and his stomach knotted for her.

"I..I'm sorry I didn't g..get.. y..your name." He wanted to make sure he got every little detail. Looking at the picture again he could do a good description of the child and now that he knew where and when she was taken, he just had to form the words to get it out there.

"Do.. do you have any one th..that could b..be out for r..ransom or to h..hurt your f..family?" A question he knew all too well as of lately. Looking at the notes his quill was taking he tried to see what all he was missing, "W..what is her name?"

Rhea wiped at her eyes and tried with all her she had in her to stop the tears from coming and stop herself from breaking down again. It wasn't helping anyone. She inhaled deeply and tried to compose herself.

"Rhea Bellaire-Moore. Her father's name is Dylan Moore."

The grieving mother shook her head at the journalist slowly. She didn't know anyone who hated them enough to do this. She couldn't imagine someone would have the heart to hurt an innocent 2 year old. "No..no one.." she said hoarsely. "Her name is Belle Moore." And just like that she broke down again.

He watched the Quill write her name as his mind went to a few things. Where they money? Was this a way to gain prosperity from someone? A cruel joke? Or was this something even more evil going on. Whichever it was, it wasn't right and he hoped that the child was alright. It had already been a full day and she hadn't been found. That was very scary.

"I..I'll have them c..contact MLE or u..us directly so that you don't have j..just anyone contacting you." He had his run ins enough with evil to know that it might be safer for them to have the Aurors see the leads first.

"I.. I will get this out as q..quickly as possible." He wanted to reassure her that he'd do all that he could to get the word out to the wizarding community.

Rhea just nodded. She was pretty sure she had spent her all giving her statement to the reporter. Right now she just wanted to go pick up her boys from Oliver's house and hold them close to her.

Was that all? Could she go home now to her boys? She got up and looked at the man, as she fought back the tears that were stinging her eyes.

"Do you need anything else?"

Jorge checked over his notes again, he wanted to be very certain he had everything he needed. Nothing could be overlooked with such an important thing. Once he knew he had everything he possibly could he looked up his brown eyes full of concern and sympathy for the woman.

"That's all ma'am, b.. but if you think of a...anything else, please let us kn..know. "

He got up and opened the door to show her out.