Starter for: Mary Macdonald @its-marymac Where: the Daily Prophet offices When: middle of the day
Hoping to catch Rita unawares, Bellatrix had turned up and situated herself in the other witch's office. They were not exactly friends, but she could appreciate a manipulative mind. Sitting in a chair as though she owned the room, she had crossed one leg over the other and was passing the time by flicking through a draft copy of the next Prophet, searching for anything that could indicate Regulus's whereabouts. It was a fruitless effort, disturbed by Mary entering the room. Disappointed to see it was not Rita, she gestured to the seat next to her anyway. "You'll do. Where's Rita? I've been sitting here like a languished lemon for the best part of an hour."