The pair sat on the floor for a few minutes, catching their breath in the tangle of black and auburn waist-length tresses.

The poor, poor limousine driver looked very pale as he nodded at the people at the table. "Brought these for yeh..." he said, before turning in a most dignified way on his heel, and running (the fuck) away.

Sirena coughed, giggled, and rose to her feet, trying her best to look put-together with her trousers on backwards and the straps on her corset-style top falling off, due to the corset being almost entirely unlaced. Criss stood up behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders and shaking a rather large rats nest of hair from his face.

Sirena winked at Jayde and grinned at Jo before clearing her throat. "I'd like you all to meet Sirius... Sirius, these are... the people."

Criss laughed a bit at Sirena's ever-so-articulate delivery and lifted a hand to wave. "Hi," he said, succinctly, with as much dignity as could be mustered by a man who was trying to discreetly correct the cock-eyed buttoning scheme on his wrinkled white dress shirt.

Jo's eyes glazed over slightly and her grin went from Criss to Sirena to Jayde to Alfonso and back to Sirena. "Oh, he's gooooooooood...." she said, before launching into another of her earth-shaking evil laughs.

A collective blink of everyone in the room brought her to a halt. She coughed and resumed her business-like manner, albeit not without a few wayward glances at the still-dishevelled Mr. Angel. "Right... hrm... where were we, then?" she asked innocently, as the late arrivals finally took their seats.

"We were discussing the writer that can't read and the cast, actually."

Sirena's eyes widened. "MONKEY!" she cried, remembering Gary Oldman. "We have to fire the monkey!"

B.S looked confused. "Monkey?"

Sirena turned in her lovely plush spinny chair to the executive. "The Monkey. Gary Oldman."

B.S blinked. "We're firing Oldman?"

"No," Jayde told him, "WE'RE firing the monkey."

"So you're replacing part of our star-studded cast," one of the yes-men said, glaring suspiciously at Sirena and Jayde, "with a second-rate magic man?"

Jayde glared down her nose at the asshole across the table. "It's a movie about magic people, retard. Not star-studded actors."

Sirena stood quickly. "Second RATE?!" She demanded. Jayde winced at the yes man as though to say 'now you've done it'. "SECOND RATE?!" she growled. Criss coughed, crossing his arms and looking highly affronted. "Who would you call a FIRST rate magician, Mr. Not-Important-Enough-To-Have-A-Fucking-Name?! David Been-jerking-off-too-hard-to-think-of-anything-truly-extraordinary-Blaine?"

The yes-man cowered a bit as the redhead pounced onto the table crawling towards him. "MAGIC, Mr. Dickhead. This movie is about the ART of magic. If you can think of someone more TRULY magical and more TRULY devoted to that art than Mr. Angel, BY ALL MEANS, shoot."

Jayde snickered from her corner of the table. "Heh. Shoot. Like, shoot your load?"

Criss coughed, trying not to pay too much attention to the view up Sirena's skirt, and gently tugged at her, so as to get her off the table. "This isn't about my credentials, luv... though I have a hard time believing they'll find anyone else who fits the bill quite as convincingly." With that, he arched an eyebrow in a decidedly Sirius-like cocky manner and backed off.

The yes-man cowered in his chair. B.S. Mann thankfully stayed silent. Only JK dared speak.

"Well, now that we've sorted out the cast issue..."

"The issue has just begun," Jayde said. "We're canning Thewlis as well. And we want Isaacs and Biggerstaff back. Yesterday."

"Isaacs?" B.S asked. "He's not even in the book!"

Sirena, still slightly miffed, sniffed and crossed her arms. "Shows how much you know. Dear old Hagrid goes to trial at the Ministry and Lucius just, how does Hagrid put it, Jayde?"

Jayde smiled wide. "Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, Chapter fifteen (The Quidditch Final), page two-ninty-two, eighth paragraph: 'An' then Lucius Malfoy stood up an' said his bit, and the Committee jus' did exac'ly what he told 'em....'"

Everyone at the table -- JK included -- sat there and blinked for a while.

"You see," Sirena said, breaking the silence, "we've put the trial into the movie. We think we need it. We'll be using details from Order of the Phoenix, of course, about how the Ministry is set up." Sirena looked at Jo. "Is the trial in the same room that Harry's was? Can we use that? Or would you rather it be a different one, since it's technically a different committee...?"

Jo looked boggled for a second. "...A different one, if you don't mind...."

Sirena smiled. "You see," she directed this at everyone in the room, "we're going for showing you places and things that'll show up in the next few movies. Like the Ministry. It'll add a nice touch that people who watch them all will be able to appreciate."

"Not to mention it'll be spiffy for book-dorks like me who appreciate the book-similarities."

"Right," Sirena said, with a nod. "We want the canon to shine through in this work-"

"-as well as the PRACTICALLY canon-" Jayde interjected, with a grin.

"Exactly." Sirena grinned in a way eerily similar to her companion. "Ms. Rowling, it IS true that Scholastic prohibited you from writing some of the more... mature things that you wanted to include in your books, isn't it?"

Jo nodded sadly with a sigh, pinching her nose. "It was awful. Most recently, with book five, I had written the most graphic, violent death for Hagrid imaginable, and then..."

Her speech was interrupted by a sob from Sirena and a few sniffles from Jayde, both of whom were clinging tightly to a largely bewildered Criss Angel. Recovering faster than her visibly shaken counterpart, Jayde coughed. "Can we NOT talk about the fifth book?" she suggested, looking slightly pained by the mention of the work.

Jo nodded, looking rather upset herself. B. S. Mann was looking more uncomfortable by the second. "Do you girls propose to insert scenes of... graphic DEATH in this film? Honestly, I mean... we DO have a PG-13 rating to keep, all things considered..."

Jayde looked confused. "Death?" she asked, bewildered. "Death? No, not death."

Sirena sniffed and reluctantly disengaged herself from Criss. "No. Well. No death."

"Death isn't good. Well, at least. No. Death bad."

The girls were babbling. "Girls!" Jo exclaimed. The two of them stopped, shocked, and giggled. "You were babbling."

"That happens whenever the misprint in book five is brought up."

Jo arched an eyebrow. "Misprint?"

"Page 806 and on. Giant misprint. I want my money back."

Jo laughed. "I'll give you two copies of the unedited version if you do a good job..."

The girls, eyes wide, were on their feet. "Un... Unedited? With Hagrid death?" Sirena gasped. They were both finding it hard to breathe.

Jo nodded.

Jayde and Sirena smiled deviously at each other. "Ladies and Gentlemen, we've work to do."

With that, the two all but ran from the room and towards everyone's favourite writer, who held in his hands the fate of two unedited copies of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix.