The tenuous tapping of high-class low style heels against the gravel alerted the crowd of her arrival. Before the Montrose Magpies stood a heavily powdered woman with a large stack of blonde hair piled atop her head. The woman simply reeked of perfumes and oils.
One of the team members snickered. Another elbowed them swiftly as the woman pointedly looked at her watch. Whispers of disproval the new reporter remained hush.
The woman glanced over at them from the brim of her glasses, lifting her camera. A puff of smoke encompassed team letting them know she had done the first part of her job.
"If you'll all go over there, I'll begin the interviews." A quick-quotes quill appeared in the photographer's hand.
As the team wearily trudged to the interview area, the reporter pulled out her wand to get a preview of the picture she had taken. A snake grin crawled onto her face. The seeker's arm had been around the beater.
"Oh now THIS is interesting!" She beamed. "Just they wait to see the secrets I dig up."
"I'll prove to the paper I'm not just an intern! Oh Rita, you've got it now!" She gloated to herself.