where: the daily prophet who: @wendyslinkhards
The Daily Prophet newsroom buzzed with noise, but Peter found Wendy right away— she always looked like she belonged here, quill in hand and thoughts already five steps ahead of everyone else. He hovered for a second before making his way to her desk, hands stuffed in his pockets, a small, friendly smile tugging at his mouth.
“Thought I’d pop by and see how the hardest-working witch in journalism was holding up,” he said lightly, eyes flicking to the parchment she was writing on. “You’ve probably already cracked some Ministry scandal while I was still trying to make tea without setting my sleeve on fire.”










