It would be back to the Daily Prophet for Rose Weasley. Rose who is now trying so hard to push the events of the past weekend at the back of her mind. After her little exhibition with Malfoy out in the garden that nigh, she found it difficult to calm her racing heart. She chalks it all up to the drinks she had. Because to be honest its easier that way.
Her heels were echoing on the hallway and the sound somehow gave her some boost of some sort, she was back. Returned to her station, where she can type out a hundred of words per minute and serve the public. She loves her job, she loves London, makes her wonder what made her leave all those years ago. She remembered the rush of finally realizing she was free from Hogwarts, free from being Headgirl, free from the pressures her peers and professors confine her with. Most of all she was finally free from Malfoy's clutches.
And oh, how good did it all feel. Until the realization that she didn't really know what to do with her life came. It was an enormous, painful truth that made her stagger and contemplate her state of mind. But if there was one thing about her that she was proud of, it would be that she can come up with a plan faster than anyone. Calculate the consequences that would happen if a certain move would have been made, what would be the gain, the losses, the effects, everything. That's the reason why all Weasley Pranks were never traced back to them. Oh, the whole school knew it was them, but they can never really gather enough evidence to point it directly at the band of freckled-annoyingly gorgeous cousins.
Except for Malfoy. Her mind shouted, oh yes, except for him. Somehow he always knew the answer that would give them away. A remnant of foil paper, or a wick from a candle, the smallest details that would have threw the Weasley's pranks are often what Malfoy found. But for the love of Merlin, she would never get why he would keep his mouth shut. She liked to believe that it was because of his friendship with Albus.
She was yanked out of her reverie what her boss came in, the Editor of the News Department of the International Magical Affairs. She was dressed in a purple dress robe, elegant but it intimidated her in a way similar to how her mother intimidates her. "Welcome back to London Miss Weasley, you are well-qualified for this position, although not everyone on this floor thinks that-" she paused and gave Rose a calculating look "-your familial ties would not make it credible for you to be believed that you were hired for your talent. And that, is what I am looking forward to-" " before her boss could continue, Rose raised an eye brow in defiance and said in a steely voice "My demise then? Well, I can assure you that it won't come to that, I believe that my expertise in journalism and not to mention my 3 years abroad, would make it all the more easier for me. So, no, my demise isn't something you should look forward to." now finished with her part, she watched as Edith Novane smirked and then continued.
"Ooh, feisty aren't we? How you would be defending yourself in the face of adversity. I was going to look forward to that, but now you've made it clear that it wouldn't be a hard job for you to convince your colleagues of your talent. " she turned before Rose could process everything she just said, "And oh, a reminder Miss Weasley never talk to a superior in that manner especially on your first day. Welcome to the team." and with that final parting word Edith strode out of the room as elegantly as she walked in. While Rose was left, holding her breath and mind running a million miles a minute, with that came a realization. She just gained newfound respect for who she was working for.