@intricateink the Lovegood property May, 1982
Xenophilius couldn’t help but grin a little. Rita Skeeter was not someone that he would ever say he missed seeing, but when she ended up in front of him it was always interesting.
He wouldn’t give a sickle for her politics. Or her morals- if there were any. He could hardly stand her overbearing perfume and her general- everything. She was a walking antithesis to everything Xenophilius valued... and that’s exactly why it was so fun to watch her walk through the mud with him now.
He tried to hide his grin as he looked back at her. “This part is a bit... marshy.” He warned uselessly, eyebrows raised. “Let me know if you need a hand.”
He’d found a very special tree on his property that was worthy of an article, and tipped Rita off on the news. When it came to things like this- important magical finds, natural finds- it didn’t matter if it was the Quibbler, the Prophet, all that mattered was that people knew about it.
