Robbie pointed to his parchment as he wrote, a small smile on his face as he scribbled 'Sweetener for Josephine' in the right hand corner of the document. "So I don't forget."
He leaned back in his chair, slightly out of a ray of sunlight that had moved onto him as they'd been speaking, scratching his neck where the heat had been focused. "Well, as Public Relations Coordinator, I thought you might be interested in some wasted talent at the Daily Prophet." Robbie withdrew his journal from his small stack of papers, flicking through the pages as he searched for the entry he was looking for. "Romilda Vane," he explained as he looked, "She's stuck writing answers to agony aunt letters, anonymously, I should add, but this," he said, laying the journal before Josephine, and tapping a recent entry from Romilda, "shows more promise, don't you think?" He lifted a shoulder in a shrug, collecting his tea to drink the last of it. "I thought you might be in a position to make use of her, give her something a little more challenging to tackle than how to break up with a boyfriend, or whatever else nonsense she's currently writing."