It being a Thursday, Skye had spent the day (and dinnertime, actually) in her cubby at The Daily Prophet offices, finishing her weekly Ask Aurora column and putting together The Birdie for Blaise to sift through for one of his liking for her to write up. He didn't always, but he did like to take a peak every few weeks. Skye assumed it was the sort of curiosity that anyone had when they heard there might be juicy gossip abound.

Because of working late, she made it to Sweet Nothings just by 6:45 (when she told Melinda she'd be there to set up), still in her officewear. She thanked the older witch again and set up a little circle of chairs, with the small two-top round tables from the café scattered amongst them for anyone who might like a coffee or tea. Melinda had offered to stay and 'cater' the 'event' and had absolutely refused when Skye had offered to pay her. She'd simply said that she loved the idea of the Club and might even join in the discussion once everyone was settled in with their orders.

And then, Skye set to waiting.