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"Good morning to you! It's 8:00 and a beautiful day outside! Perfect for a picnic with your family, or a nice game of Quittich. Another attack has been rep-"
"Uhng."
She smacked the alarm and slid up, brushing a few wispy strands of brown from her tired face. Alex Lanera, seventeen years old and fresh out of Hogwarts. It had been nearly a year since Harry Potter had brought down the dark lord, but his followers continue to kill, causing a feeling of uneasiness to spread throughout the wizarding world. Alex picked her glasses up off the table and placed them over her brilliant blue eyes.
"Way too early…" She mumbled.
"Would miss like some coffee?" her house elf, Aya, asked.
"No tanks Aya, you know that I'm trying not to depend on the caffeine for energy." She stood up and stumbled into the bathroom, knocking over a chair on the way, which Aya hastily picked up and put back in place. "What do I have due today?"
"The report on the latest disappearances miss."
"Right." Alex pulled her hair into a loose ponytail and went back into her room. She slipped on a purple tank, black pants and a black robe. "Now, where did I put it?"
"On the kitchen table miss."
"Oh, right, thank you Aya, you're dismissed till I come home. Do as you please."
"Yes miss." With that, she disapperated.
Alex sighed, grabbed her report, which was on the table, and left to her office.
"Sir, here's my report." She said upon arrival. "I didn't get the attacks though." She placed the papers on her boss's desk.
"That's quite alright Lanera, attacks are taken care of by Swingline, you're just to handle disappearances. For next weeks Prophet I'd like you to go and talk to some of the families that have a member MIA."
"Yes sir." Alex mumbled.
"You're dismissed. Be back same time next week with that report."
"Yes sir." pop.
"Ah, Alex, nice to see you back again." Tom, the innkeeper said upon seeing Alex pop at the end of the bar.
"Yeah, nice to be back, but I've got to go to the families now, get their opinion of how they feel of their family members gone." She laid her head down on the bar and placed some money on the counter.
"They're not happy, what else? He wants you to remind them of the pain, doesn't he?" Tom took the money and placed a bottle of butterbeer in front of her.
She picked up the butterbeer and took a long gulp. "I don't know, that's one sick twisted man if you ask me. Last week, I asked him if I could do a report on the candidates for the Quittich cup, you know what he told me?"
"Not a clue."
She slid her butterbeer to the side. "He told me that it's not an interesting piece, no one's going to want to read about that."
"I'd read that." Alex looked over to the man sitting next to her.
"And you are?"
"Ronald Weasly, biggest quittich fan you'll ever meet. It'd be a nice change to read about it, and not all the attacks that You-Know-Who's followers are doing."
"Would you possibly know Bill Weasly?" Alex asked.
"Sure, he's my older brother." Ron turned to Tom. "I'll just have a firewhiskey." He placed the amount of money on the counter.
"Do you think that you could get him to talk with me?" She took another sip of her drink.
Ron shrugged. "Not sure, he hasn't really talked much to any of us since Fleur disappeared, I think he's visiting the shop today though."
"Shop?" Alex cocked her head to the side.
"Yeah, Weasly Wizard Wheezes, two of my other brothers own it."
"I've never been in there."
Ron's head spun fast enough that it could have popped off. "Really? You're what? 16? And you're never been in the shop?"
"I'm 17, and I didn't go in the shop because of a stupid reason. Mainly because everything there was on Hogwarts' forbidden list, I was forbidden to go in there."
"Are you still in school?"
"Well, er…no." She looked down, as if fascinated by the bar.
"Then you shouldn't really be forbidden anymore."
"You're right, I just haven't had the time really…I've been spending most of my time finding what my boss tells me to do."
"Where exactly do you work?"
Alex looked in the other direction. "Daily Prophet. I'm a simple reporter. Alex Lanera, by the way."
"You're the one who doesn't make Harry look bad every time we turn around."
She nearly chocked on her butterbeer. "I don't even mention Harry Potter unless absolutely necessary in my reports. He survived the killing curse, it's done and over. We all know that it was his mother's love that protected him and love is what he used to defeat him the second time."
Ron's eyes widened. "You're the first reporter that I've met that feels that way."
Alex flipped a few loose strands of hair from her face. "I take in every side of the story before reporting the story. Learned to do so by a muggle reporter from America when I used to live there."
"Shouldn't you be going Ron?" Tom interrupted.
Ron looked down at his watch. "Yup, I was supposed to meet them at Gringots ten minuets ago." He stood up. "Care to join me? My brothers' shop is one of our stops."
Alex gulped down the last of her drink. "Sure." She hopped off the stool and cursed her genes for making her so short, for the top of her head barely came up to Ron's chest. "One joke about my height, and you'll find yourself-"
"Don't worry, I'm not one to make fun at other's expense." Ron held up his hands defensively.
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