It all started one morning as Skye Tarragon read the wanted ads in the Daily Prophet. She inwardly sighed to herself thinking * Why do I even bother it's not like I'll find Mr. Right*. No, but she had found Mr. Shy, Mr. Narcissus, Mr. Bigot and the list goes on and on. Oh look this one is new she thought as she read a description that piqued her interest. It read:
Wanted: Single witch in search of a devilishly handsome single wizard. Doesn't mind overly obsessed quiddich players with accents. Must be knowledgeable and have some interest in the sport. Send answers by owl post to Quiddich Lover (don't worry I'll get them.)
* Oh my god I think I've found him* thought Skye. She nervously smoothed a bit of parchment and reached for her favorite quill. She dipped it in the emerald green ink and scratched out a quick note It read:
Dear Quddich Lover,
I'm writing in response to your ad in the paper. I've been looking for Mr. Right for a while and I'd like to meet you. So how about noon at the Leaky Caldron a week and a day form now?
Sincerely, Looking (for Mr. Right)