Her eyebrow went up at that. "Well, isn't that a brilliant coincidence. Because I happen to work at the radio station." She smiled and made an elaborate gesture with her hand.
"Madam Veruca, knows all, sees all," she said, her crisp Midlands accent changing into one that was nearly Eastern European, if you didn't know any better.
She stretched out her hand for his. "I do the Astrology and Psychic Reading Hour on the WWN every day. It's rubbish pay, but it gets people to come to the little stand I have at the far end of Diagon on Saturdays and Sundays. No one knows I'm plain old, Lavender Brown. Then during the week, I wait tables at the Leaky."
Her eyes considered him. "I might be able to get you a meeting with one of the Producers. If you're really interested. I think they're looking for someone for the Graveyard show."