“And you’re sure this guy is the best?” I asked.
“Look, sweetie,” Marty said, taking a lazy sip of his coffee, “you trust my judgement, right?”
I nodded reluctantly.
“Well then,” he continued, “you should trust this guy. He has tons more experience than anyone I know, and he’s willing to work with you Muggles.”

There was a paper shop around the corner from the flats, so I ran, skirting the puddles, and one hand holding my hood down. I ducked inside, and threw off my hood, sending water everywhere- and saw Charlie and Violet on the front of every paper, locked in an amorous embrace.
Crikey. No wonder Violet’s called a press conference.

Not satisfied with the prospect of ruining my professional life, Violet wanted my love life to go down the pan as well? What a complete.....

Then, with a flick of his stick and some Latin-y sounding words, the dressing table was turned into a very large, very pink, pig.
I screamed.
“THERE IS A PIG IN MY ROOM!” I yelled.