I'm currently inside of a pot. It's a giant, at least four foot tall flower pot around the back of Greenhouse One. And I do this sort of thing regularly. Why?

Well, I'm the editor of the Hogwarts Insider. So naturally I tend to hide in weird things to get the scoop on the latest scandals. Today's just so happens to be Marissa WIlliams and Daniel Pollijan. I know for a fact that Marissa began dating Joseph Garrison last week… So why exactly is she making out with Daniel behind Greenhouse One? Who knows? Oh wait, that's what I have to find out.

I tap my wand over my head, muttering a few glamour charms. Now my hair was the traditional white-blonde, which I immediately twisted back into a high ponytail. My thin lips became plump and pouty, and my long nose small and slim. I lengthened my eyelashes, raised my cheekbones, and basically became the Barbie-like reporter that everyone assumed was the editor of the insider. Ha.

Slipping on my tortoiseshell glasses, I stood abruptly out of the pot, signaling Tyler, who was hidden behind a stack of fertilizer to join me.

"Hello, Marissa Williams, correct? I'm Tabitha Sparks, lead reporter and editor of the Hogwarts Insider. It's a pleasure to meet you," I began, holding out my hand for her to shake. When she just stared at me slack-jawed, arms still around the neck of an extremely confused looking Daniel. Retracting my hand and instead fishing a long, swan feather quill out of my shoulder bag along with a small notepad, I began firing questions as Tyler snapped a few more pictures of the couple.

"Are you or are you not currently in a relationship with the respectable Joseph Garrison?"

"Yes but-" Marissa tried.

"And you are a willing participant in the activity you were partaking in about two minutes ago?" I say, checking my watch to be sure of the time.

"I'll say," Daniel muttered, answering the question for her. She shot him a disgusted look before trying to defend her actions.

"You see… Tabitha… I had recently found out the Joseph had cheated on me with Penelope Thomas! So he deserved this!"

"Is that so? I'll certainly check up on that. Thanks for the tip!" I chirp.

"Wait, so you're not going to print that, right?"

I chuckle at the girl and Tyler, disguised as well of course, lets out a bark of laughter from his position behind me. "Are you joking, Marissa? This is pure gold! And although I'm extremely sorry about the impending doom of your relationship with Joseph, I will have to print this. I mean, how else do you suppose I make money around this wretched school? Come on, Alexander," I say, the last part to Alexander, also known as Tyler.

And with that, we throw our invisibility cloaks over us and walk back towards the school. Headquarters, to be exact

"So Ty, get any good shots?" I ask pleasantly.

He rolled his eyes. "Of course I did, Mickey, I'm a brilliant photographer, even if my skills are being put to waste working for your awful gossip rag."

"Oi! It's an amazing gossip rag!"

"Whatever, even you admit that its a rag."

"True, true," I mutter. "Hey, what do you think of 'The Ministry Insider'?"

Tyler released another bark of laughter. "'The Ministry Insider', Mickey? You honestly don't have any new ideas? Adults are not going to read trash like that. I think even the students of Hogwarts are getting sick of your petty stories."

I nodded, lost in thought about my plans after Hogwarts, then realized what he said.

"Excuse me?"

"Face it, Mickey. Sales are going down. We need to do something to spice it up soon. We've been writing this stuff for four years now. I think it's time we make a change."

"Tyler, you can't just change the idea behind a perfectly good newspaper and expect everyone to begin reading again! Can you imagine the chaos that would cause? Even if we gained back the customers, we'd lose twice as many by changing the subject. I think it's best that we stick to what we know."

Tyler sighed, but then I heard him straighten out under his cloak. "I have a great idea! " he exclaimed.

"What if we do a year long special? Something to keep the readers involved, to make them buy the next copy?"

"That's a wicked idea! One problem: as interesting as Hogwarts can be at time, there's no subject as intoxicating as you describe."

"Yes there is."

"Not this again."

"Mickey, you have to get that story."

I shove my fingers in my ears as we near the castle. "La la la, can't hear you!" I sing as I undo my glamours, take off my cloak, and shove it into my bag carefully. I notice that Tyler does the same and his hair returns from short blonde to the shaggy blue hair I was accustomed to. His eyes were bright blue once again, and his jaw more pointy. That was all Tyler changed really, since the subjects were never really as interested in my photographer as they were in the mysterious enigma that was Tabitha Sparks.

"You're just mad because you can't find any dirt on him."

I scoff. "As if."

"Admit it!"

"FINE! I'll do the story." One of the most requested topics from the feedback we receive just so happens to be a story about the details of the mysterious James Potter's exceedingly dull life. I mean, no son of Harry Potter can be so ordinary. Well, not entirely ordinary, he's captain of the quidditch team, gets excellent grades, and is a Prefect. But no gossip- none. He has nothing to hide! anything I've printed about him in the past is total dragon dung. I've gone as far as to practically stalk him for a month in fourth year. He goes to class, practice, the library, then his Prefect duties. He's awful.

"We'll publish the first story in about three weeks, then. That's when the edition after this one comes out, correct?" I nod, since there's a week left until this edition comes out, then two weeks until the next. "This'll definitely boost readers! I want a pay raise for this, Mickey!'

Ha, a raise for the torture that will be finding a story on James Sirius Potter in under three weeks? Nice try, Tyler.