Yep. She was so ready.

Kat walked to the reception and entrance after leaving the conference room. They must start now in order to finish on time or even better, earlier. The blonde had took enough number of Prophet issues and walked to Rush. Yeah, good thing he waited for her! If he didn't, he'd be deadmeat to her. "I'm right over here, you're not that blind." So stop acting blind, Rush.

"Yeah, right," Kat said. Agree. Cause she didn't want to stick around with him. He'd just be cranky and whine and all that stuff. "I suggest one of us take the north end and another takes the south end and probably we can divide the middle of Diagon Alley." Which was composed of Gringotts, Owl Post, Terror Tours, and Knockturn Alley. Though nobody is allowed in Knockturn Alley. If they had to deliver a letter there, Kat would Banish Gary down the Alley.

"I'm right over here, you're not that blind."

Huh.

Okay, this is not a good time for debating and all those stuffs, right? They need to work together now. Yeah, like it or not. They are team now. So, he'd better to keep silent and ignore her previous statement. Now focus on their job and its division. Diagon Alley was large, you know. That's why he suggested to divide themselves in order to finish their task faster than what-the-tiny-man wanted.

Taking a notebook and muggle pen from his bag, the blonde guy just listened to Katrina's explanation. She was right. This place was divided into three sections: North, Middle and South. He listed all of the shops around. For now, he was lucky that he had photographic memory so he could memorize all of them. They have 8 shops in the North region and also eight in the south region. Feel free to choose actually. Oh! Don't forget about Owl Post office and Gringotts. "I don't think TerrorTours is opened right now, so we could skip this." said him while he crossed it from his note. And.. Knockturn Alley..

"I'm gonna take this." said him. Yeah, he was fine if they must deliver the newspaper there. "And also Owl Post office and All of the shops in the North Street." said him again. "Any complain?"

Kat just stared at him. Did he really just bring a notebook and a pen with him? A pen... those things Muggles use for writing... not a quill. Crazy. And what did he need them for? Taking notes? He obviously had brain right? Or if he didn't he probably would've needed the notebook for writing down. So professional looking. And he's just a rising seventh year. So many adjectives to describe the crazy Gerald Rush.

Oh right.

So he's taking the North Side of Diagon Alley? Not a problem. So that means that the fifteen year old is going to be taking the South End. Kat rolled her eyes. "None at all, Garrett," she said. Garrett was a better name for Gary as a nickname. "Now let's just get over with it and start delivering. See you here in an hour or so." Then the blonde strode on her way outside the building. First stop... Flourish and Blotts.

Garrett?

Okay, he just ignored the way she called him before. Focus for this task, right. Good to know that she wasn't complaining about his decision. Even he knew that was crazy. Yeah, himself took a risk to deliver the paper to Knockturn Alley. Because he didn't want to endanger her to go there alone. She wasn't allowed to perform magic outside the school yet. Those are some reason why did he take that risk. He's a man, and already seventeen. Already allowed to perform magic outside the school and a quite good duelist.

"Okay." He nodded. "Good luck! And don't die." said him as he watched that girl faded away. He walked to his bike and started delivering the paper.

First stop: Owl Post office.

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Chord waltzed into the Daily Prophet entrance and reception area thingy like he OWNED the place. Which, as the paper's newest low-level employee, he DID. Totally did. Never mind that he'd never written for, taken photos for, or worked for any company ever.

He would rock this job. So long as it didn't interrupt his delicate eating, sleeping, and rocking schedule.

"Hello?" the blonde called out loudly, wrenching his sunglasses off his face dramatically. Now that was an entrance. Too bad there was... no one around to see it. "Helllllooooooooo????!" the twenty-something sang out again. Still no answer.

Chord shrugged to himself and put his sunglasses back on. There had to be someone around here... this was a DAILY PAPER after all....

The slightly sleep deprived woman just gritted her teeth as she heard someone yelling hello into the prophet. Didn't he notice that there was no one there? Well, of course he had, that was why he was yelling.

Clearing her throat the formerly ginger-haired girl just stared at the twenty-something in front of her and audibly hmmph'd. The little crack of a smirk was almost unnoticeable before it was replaced by a slight grimace as the light began to bother her eyes once again. "Nice glasses" she muttered before taking her wand and conjuring her own pair. There. Perfect. Now she could look at the yelling guy without feeling her head spin in fifty different directions.

"Woke up with a migraine" she tried to explain the look away but she knew he'd see through it. He was a twenty-something after all. "I'm Charlie Manning, gossip columnist here by the way" she smiled more genuinely.

Chord would have jumped had he not heard the sound of some fancy shoes clacking in behind him. He turned around slowwwly and eyed the lady who'd just walked in. Nice outfit. He grinned as he drank in her head-to-toe look and grumpy 'tude to match.

"Yeah, migraine. Sure. I've had those before." He flashed his glasses up to give her a wink and then let them fall back down to the bridge of his nose again. "Charlie.... isn't that a dude's name? I'm Chord. Chord Applebee. Uh... new employee thing."

He held out his hand.

When Chord turned and gave her an appraising look she nearly laughed. Nearly, and then he commented on her name and she just gritted her teeth momentarily.

"I guess it is." She just stood there and couldn't help but make a remark at his name, "Chord? So did your parents think you'd be a guitar or something or i don't know a musician at least." She had a sarcastic little smirk playing at her lips when she said it.

Still she took his hand and shook it.

"Nice to meet you Chord." After a pause she added, "i'm the er gossip columnist" she shrugged. "Oh...if you have any tips of smuldering love affairs and relationships breaking in Diagon Alley you know the girl to find." She added with an awkwardly placed wink. Oh yeah she was one of those spaz-winkers. Whenever she tried her nose would skrunch up and then she'd look all cross eyed.

So she just made herself look totally mungo's worthy.

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When Chord turned and gave her an appraising look she nearly laughed. Nearly, and then he commented on her name and she just gritted her teeth momentarily.

"I guess it is." She just stood there and couldn't help but make a remark at his name, "Chord? So did your parents think you'd be a guitar or something or i don't know a musician at least." She had a sarcastic little smirk playing at her lips when she said it.

Still she took his hand and shook it.

"Nice to meet you Chord." After a pause she added, "i'm the er gossip columnist" she shrugged. "Oh...if you have any tips of smuldering love affairs and relationships breaking in Diagon Alley you know the girl to find." She added with an awkwardly placed wink. Oh yeah she was one of those spaz-winkers. Whenever she tried her nose would skrunch up and then she'd look all cross eyed.

So she just made herself look totally mungo's worthy.

"Well yes, they did actually," Chord answered, his face completely and utterly devoid of any grin/laugh/twinkle now. See what a good actor he was? Switching emotions JUSTLIKE THAT. "And I surprised them by actually fulfilling my name. Ever heard of WADA? Yeah I went there. Ever heard of the Wiggenwalds? Yeah that's my band."

Boooom. That's the sound of him dropping some knowledge on ya. Even though she was highly unlikely to have heard of either, Chord was just going to pretend otherwise.

He shook her hand gently and then let go, wondering why she was repeating herself...? Or maybe there was an echo in here. Chord looked around for a second to check out the acoustics of this place and then refocused on Charlie.

"I uh, don't usually hang around this part of London," he admitted, tilting his head at her spastically winking face the way a golden retriever might stare at a three-legged squirrel, "so if you, Ms. Gossip Columnist, know of any juicy bars or night life locales around here looking for some top-quality rock-and-roll, you should hit me up."

Layla clicked her way into the office, huge rock glistening on her ring finger. Yep, the time was winding down until she would be Mrs. Bryce McLaughlin. Folders tucked under her arm and her bag in the other hand she made her way from the door to the reception area. Place was definitely buzzing more than usual which probably had a lot to do with the new interns they had employed.

She paused when she realized she'd be walking through two persons who were standing around and not working. Hmmm

Raised brow.

"I'm sorry, did I miss the memo about an office party?" She knew she missed the whole intern briefing business but the other guy could take care of that on his own, so she needed pressure making that meeting too much.

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"Well yes, they did actually," Chord answered, his face completely and utterly devoid of any grin/laugh/twinkle now. See what a good actor he was? Switching emotions JUSTLIKE THAT. "And I surprised them by actually fulfilling my name. Ever heard of WADA? Yeah I went there. Ever heard of the Wiggenwalds? Yeah that's my band."

Boooom. That's the sound of him dropping some knowledge on ya. Even though she was highly unlikely to have heard of either, Chord was just going to pretend otherwise.

He shook her hand gently and then let go, wondering why she was repeating herself...? Or maybe there was an echo in here. Chord looked around for a second to check out the acoustics of this place and then refocused on Charlie.

"I uh, don't usually hang around this part of London," he admitted, tilting his head at her spastically winking face the way a golden retriever might stare at a three-legged squirrel, "so if you, Ms. Gossip Columnist, know of any juicy bars or night life locales around here looking for some top-quality rock-and-roll, you should hit me up."

Charlie couldn't help but laugh and snort slightly as she was attempting not to laugh when he said his parents thought he'd be a guitar. The guy had a sense of humor. She liked that.

"I have heard of WADA it is the top school for Dramatic Arts for us wizard folk...and here you'd think you might have gone to some place like Hogwarts....but yeah haven't heard of the band, i'll have to look you guys up then" She sighed. "I wouldn't have known if you actually went there because I went to Beauxbaton" she admitted with a little smile.

Yeah she was one of those french girls.

And she had the personality of a feral piranha when provoked. When she spotted the way he stared at her - like she was some kind of deformed mammal she just laughed again. "Night life locales - mmm...yes, I think the only place you'll find them is in muggle London or the pub in Knockturn Alley." She had to think for a minute. "You know if you ever want to try and find the hotspots i'd definitely go along to gossip about where not to go...so the real places stay amazing and the bad places get even more amazing." She gave a crooked little smile at the idea.

"I know Morribands pub is a fun place if you like being in Knockturn...and there's always Shrunken Head Bowling..." she trailed off. "Honestly there's not many 'hotspots' i don't think as far as local music spots...we should definitely team up and find one. Or make one." She smirked.

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Layla clicked her way into the office, huge rock glistening on her ring finger. Yep, the time was winding down until she would be Mrs. Bryce McLaughlin. Folders tucked under her arm and her bag in the other hand she made her way from the door to the reception area. Place was definitely buzzing more than usual which probably had a lot to do with the new interns they had employed.

She paused when she realized she'd be walking through two persons who were standing around and not working. Hmmm

Raised brow.

"I'm sorry, did I miss the memo about an office party?" She knew she missed the whole intern briefing business but the other guy could take care of that on his own, so she needed pressure making that meeting too much.

Chord raised his sunglasses just a little as ANOTHER studly lady strutted into the Daily Prophet offices. Bow-chicka-wow-wow!! She was red hot! Too bad she had that giant rock superglued to her finger.

"You sure didn't miss any memo from meeeee," Chord grinned in her general direction. "If I were throwing a party, I'd be sure to invite youuuu, Ms......" Ms....Hottie! Someone call the fire department cuz this lady was on FIYA!

Even if she didn't sound friendly. Heh.

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Charlie couldn't help but laugh and snort slightly as she was attempting not to laugh when he said his parents thought he'd be a guitar. The guy had a sense of humor. She liked that.

"I have heard of WADA it is the top school for Dramatic Arts for us wizard folk...and here you'd think you might have gone to some place like Hogwarts....but yeah haven't heard of the band, i'll have to look you guys up then" She sighed. "I wouldn't have known if you actually went there because I went to Beauxbaton" she admitted with a little smile.

Yeah she was one of those french girls.

And she had the personality of a feral piranha when provoked. When she spotted the way he stared at her - like she was some kind of deformed mammal she just laughed again. "Night life locales - mmm...yes, I think the only place you'll find them is in muggle London or the pub in Knockturn Alley." She had to think for a minute. "You know if you ever want to try and find the hotspots i'd definitely go along to gossip about where not to go...so the real places stay amazing and the bad places get even more amazing." She gave a crooked little smile at the idea.

"I know Morribands pub is a fun place if you like being in Knockturn...and there's always Shrunken Head Bowling..." she trailed off. "Honestly there's not many 'hotspots' i don't think as far as local music spots...we should definitely team up and find one. Or make one." She smirked.

It took a bit of effort for Chord to re-focus on his conversation with the Gossip Girl, but focus he did. He shook his blonde hair out of his eyes a bit and returned to his favorite subject: himself.

"Psh c'mon, I'm a great actor! WADA also has a great music program, ya know. Where else is a guitar going to go to get all tuned up?" He laughed. "Tomorrow I won't make the mistake of leaving home without my baby--- my guitar. I'll SHOW you how talented I am." He pointed at her in a 'mark my words' sort of manner and then went back to keeping his hands in his pockets.

With just a tiny glance in the direction of the Hottie Bossy, Chord listened to Charlotte's descriptions of the cool places to hang. Some of them sounded pretty lame, but some also sounded like his idea of a good time. "Shrunken Heads? Sounds SWEET," he nodded like a surfer dude. "Maybe we can make this a... work assignment? Get a budget or whatever and go clubbin--- I mean, researching ---to find the best night life locales?"

He'd be down for that. "I always wondered why the DP didn't have a Beats beat. Looks like they hired the right guy." He pulled a hand out of his pocket to brush an invisible speck of nothing off his shoulder.

Layla stopped completely now and shifted her gaze from the woman who she certainly knew to the man who she appeared to be talking to....flirting with actually. He looked new, she was sure she hadn't seen him before. A couple days out of the office and she came back to virtually a new place. Well then.

"Layla Dacosta." Normally she'd offer her hand to shake but since they were currently occupied they'd have to reserve a proper greeting for later. "And you are?" Gosh she hoped her was nothing like Sylvester the Prophet didn't need two of them. That would be a royal nightmare.

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Chord raised his sunglasses just a little as ANOTHER studly lady strutted into the Daily Prophet offices. Bow-chicka-wow-wow!! She was red hot! Too bad she had that giant rock superglued to her finger.

"You sure didn't miss any memo from meeeee," Chord grinned in her general direction. "If I were throwing a party, I'd be sure to invite youuuu, Ms......" Ms....Hottie! Someone call the fire department cuz this lady was on FIYA!

Even if she didn't sound friendly. Heh.

It took a bit of effort for Chord to re-focus on his conversation with the Gossip Girl, but focus he did. He shook his blonde hair out of his eyes a bit and returned to his favorite subject: himself.

"Psh c'mon, I'm a great actor! WADA also has a great music program, ya know. Where else is a guitar going to go to get all tuned up?" He laughed. "Tomorrow I won't make the mistake of leaving home without my baby--- my guitar. I'll SHOW you how talented I am." He pointed at her in a 'mark my words' sort of manner and then went back to keeping his hands in his pockets.

With just a tiny glance in the direction of the Hottie Bossy, Chord listened to Charlotte's descriptions of the cool places to hang. Some of them sounded pretty lame, but some also sounded like his idea of a good time. "Shrunken Heads? Sounds SWEET," he nodded like a surfer dude. "Maybe we can make this a... work assignment? Get a budget or whatever and go clubbin--- I mean, researching ---to find the best night life locales?"

He'd be down for that. "I always wondered why the DP didn't have a Beats beat. Looks like they hired the right guy." He pulled a hand out of his pocket to brush an invisible speck of nothing off his shoulder.

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Layla stopped completely now and shifted her gaze from the woman who she certainly knew to the man who she appeared to be talking to....flirting with actually. He looked new, she was sure she hadn't seen him before. A couple days out of the office and she came back to virtually a new place. Well then.

"Layla Dacosta." Normally she'd offer her hand to shake but since they were currently occupied they'd have to reserve a proper greeting for later. "And you are?" Gosh she hoped her was nothing like Sylvester the Prophet didn't need two of them. That would be a royal nightmare.

Charlie was flabbergasted at how she noticed Chord looking at Layla. She was trying not to make a scene herself but her eyes had grown from their normal size to the size of galleons. She took a deep calming breath and sent Layla soft happy smile.

Quickly responding to Chord she added "Yes we should see if we can make this a work thing. I know the gossip people would love to," she blushed realizing it was only her. She was the only gossip girl in the entire news paper and she had yet to find any great juicy gossip.

"And yes, next time i'd love to see your guitar..." she then smiled removed her sunglasses and walked behind the reception desk to grab a memo pad. Sure she hadn't needed it really but writing out an idea of making a work 'party' research thing out of going to Shrunken Heads would be fun. Jotting it down she turned her attention swiftly back to Layla.

"Its a pleasure to see you again Mrs. Dacosta" she smiled, as she fixed a stray piece of hair pulling it behind her ear. She wanted to look presentable at least since Layla was one of the key Editors for the entire news paper.

"Chord Applebee," Chord thrust his hand out for Miss Layla Oww Oww Dacosta to take. He put on his best all 32 teeth smile for her as well, and didn't even notice poor Charlie's horrified expression.

He probably wouldn't have done anything different even if he HAD noticed. "What do you do here, Ms. Dacosta?" he continued, completely and utterly oblivious. "Do you know who Charlie and I should ask," he tried to include his new party buddy in this... little work thing... "about getting a budget for ah, our nightlife review?"

Or whatever they wanted to call it. It's surely be a hit article, sell lots of editions, blah blah blah. The important thing was that it would be a fun excuse to go out and have a good time.

Ah so they were discussing work and not just standing around idly. This observation caused Layla to relax just a little bit more, though she had no idea what a guitar had to do with anything. She adjusted the things she was carrying in her hand and focused on Charlie.

"Thank you, same to you and umm..it's Miss Dacosta, but you can call me Layla." After all she wouldn't be a Dacosta for very much longer if everything went according to plan.

She shifted her gaze to the man that Charlie had been talking to and offered him a smile in place of the handshake. "My arms are a little full at the moment, perhaps we can take a rain check on the handshake."

Hmm? Well then he must be very very new if he did not know who she was."I am the managing editor of the Prophet Mr. Applebee and the person you'd see about that just happens to be standing right in front of you."

Nightlife review? Do go on.

Charlie was frantically thinking of how to describe the nightlife review. She gave Layla a nice - maybe slightly sheepish smile before she started to speak.

"We were talking earlier about things to do in the town and realized it would be a great thing to cover in the gossip column." She admitted her smile brightening. "We had the idea of going together and getting Chords point of view on it as he's in a band and being young we both have a good idea of whats a fun night in a magical area." She shrugged.

"It could also serve to get some good scoops for the news paper what with the conversations you can here at night...especially if we do reviews of all the pubs in the area even knockturn" she shuddered a bit she wasn't really into the dingy dank and dark recesses of Knocktrun Alley. It was just, creepy to her, eerie really.

"So what do you think? Any idea on it - we were thinking of starting with the Shrunken Head bowling alley and working out what is a popular area" Charlie was excited, her eyes sparkled brightly as she talked about the gossip column idea. Really it was just fun - funtastic, the funnest idea ever...she smiled to her Boss and quickly asked. "So any ideas on the subject?"

Emily wasn't impressed to say the least. Firstly... she didn't give anyone, let alone a 'Willow Garrick' permission to write about her, or look at her records, or release her name and occupation to the public. What was wrong with these people?! Have they not heard of privacy? ... No of course not, they were journo's. If all of that hadn't been enough, the icing on the cake was one of her pet peeves. Her surname was not a bland, boring, drab, unflattering colour... no, it's was better than BROWN... it was BROWNE!.. Willow Ga--Garret? Gratin?... or whatever HER name was, deserved a hexing.

Interrupting her morning routine of run, breakfast, paper, shower, target practice, work... she changed for work and marched her way the the Prophet HQ... she was more than happy to conduct her target practice here.

Receptionist person thing looked far too cheerful to be human, sickly... "Get me the manager of the establishment, or a Willow Grettick..." Emily commanded. Her name had an E... it wasn't potion science. She stood. No point sitting, they ought not to be flat-footed when dealing with disgruntled readers.

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Emily wasn't impressed to say the least. Firstly... she didn't give anyone, let alone a 'Willow Garrick' permission to write about her, or look at her records, or release her name and occupation to the public. What was wrong with these people?! Have they not heard of privacy? ... No of course not, they were journo's. If all of that hadn't been enough, the icing on the cake was one of her pet peeves. Her surname was not a bland, boring, drab, unflattering colour... no, it's was better than BROWN... it was BROWNE!.. Willow Ga--Garret? Gratin?... or whatever HER name was, deserved a hexing.

Interrupting her morning routine of run, breakfast, paper, shower, target practice, work... she changed for work and marched her way the the Prophet HQ... she was more than happy to conduct her target practice here.

Receptionist person thing looked far too cheerful to be human, sickly... "Get me the manager of the establishment, or a Willow Grettick..." Emily commanded. Her name had an E... it wasn't potion science. She stood. No point sitting, they ought not to be flat-footed when dealing with disgruntled readers.

Basil has been in his office obsessively cleaning things up and sanitizing his hands several times over after having looked over a few news submissions - never knew who or WHAT had touched those parchments - when he heard something that sounded like a hurricane come through the front door of the Daily Prophet.

What?! It had been MONTHS since that fashion article had been published and it wasn't even by one of his normal staff. Don't hex the messenger, you know?

Setting his spray bottle of cleaning alcohol back in his desk drawer, Basil checked to make sure his converse were tied properly and then stepped out of his office to see a madder than a banshee looking young lady at the front desk terrorizing the receptionist.

"Um...what seems to be the problem here?"

Well... the Prophet did have ONE thing going for it, they were quite prompt, or perhaps it was just her? Emily observed the, short, man... an eyebrow arched in curiosity.
"The problem?" she echoed flatly, wondering where to start. "Well for starters..." then Emily paused, managing to hold her tongue, after all, she didn't want to repeat herself. "Sorry, who might you be?"

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Well... the Prophet did have ONE thing going for it, they were quite prompt, or perhaps it was just her? Emily observed the, short, man... an eyebrow arched in curiosity.
"The problem?" she echoed flatly, wondering where to start. "Well for starters..." then Emily paused, managing to hold her tongue, after all, she didn't want to repeat herself. "Sorry, who might you be?"

She wasn't really going to turn banshee on him, was she? Basil had never been good at creatures. Although he seemed to be better at handling them than women. Creatures couldn't divorce you that is.

"Basil Skeeter, Editor-in-Chief," he replied in an equally flat tone.

He had answered her question, so could she answer his now?

Editor in Chief huh... well wasn't that just convenient. Shoving her hand into her jacket pocket, she removed a crumpled and ripped page of the paper. Mmhhmm. THIS was her problem. She held the page out to the man before elaborating. There was no point in her rambling if he didn't know what it is she was rambling about.

"I have a number of issues with this article.." she said, as she gave the man a moment to scan its contents. "May we talk privately? Or shall I speak here?" In public... or semi-public at least. She didn't care so much, but perhaps he would. Having the wrong-doings and errors of your publication broadcasted in front of perspective writers, advertisers and readers was not a good thing.

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Editor in Chief huh... well wasn't that just convenient. Shoving her hand into her jacket pocket, she removed a crumpled and ripped page of the paper. Mmhhmm. THIS was her problem. She held the page out to the man before elaborating. There was no point in her rambling if he didn't know what it is she was rambling about.

"I have a number of issues with this article.." she said, as she gave the man a moment to scan its contents. "May we talk privately? Or shall I speak here?" In public... or semi-public at least. She didn't care so much, but perhaps he would. Having the wrong-doings and errors of your publication broadcasted in front of perspective writers, advertisers and readers was not a good thing.

GASP! Was that a copy of the Daily Prophet just now? Are crumbled up like the wrapper on a roll that one would just toss into a rubbish bin after finishing one's morning coffee? She wasn't expecting him to touch it, was she? He had left his spray bottle of cleaning alcohol in his office.

Oh good. She was just shoving it in his face.

Basil's eyes crossed as he tried to focus on the paper and just what it was she was so upset about. If it was about fashi----oh. It wasn't. "As much as I love you embarrassing the Daily Prophet here, perhaps we should step into my office and discuss this," he said with a bit of dry humor, eyes darting around the area for any sign of Willow. If she wasn't around then he would just have to send a paper airplane her way.

Walking through the front area of the Prophet, Willow was about to head through the doors when she saw Basil and a woman who appeared to be upset about something holding a bit of the Daily Prophet in her hand. Pausing she wondered if Basil had it or if she might need to help in some way.

There was nothing she disliked more than wasting her time and breaking her routine. She had better things to do with her time, but be that as it were, this needed addressing. She'd have employed the whole 'if you want something done properly, do it yourself' method, however writing was the last thing she wanted to do with her time, so she wasn't about to rewrite the article as it should have been...

"Fantastic..." was he going to lead the way? Or should she wonder around until she found it?

She was amused by the short man looking around.. searching for someone. He wasn't nervous was he? She wouldn't hurt him... or anything. Emily's eyes scanned the reception area for what he might have been looking at... all she saw was some odd lady staring at them. Pfft... please, this wasn't even a scene yet.

This was not at all where Copernicus Kettleburn wanted to be, and yet... for the peace of his home life and to soothe the nerves of the person he loved best in the world, he was now standing at reception in the Daily Prophet offices, preparing himself for the unpleasant task of being confrontational.

"Excuse me?" He leaned against the counter and peered around for someone to take his comments-slash-suggestion-slash-demand for retraction. "Who do I speak to about a retraction, please?"