The Quibbler was doing well. Sales had exceeded Xeno's expectations, and already it seemed like he needed more help than just him and Nora. Granted, the sales weren't enough to make him a rich man, but it seemed that his gamble and new business was paying off. So when a young writer had mentioned needing a job, Xeno had jumped at the oppurtunity to hire her.
Xeno flooed over the The Leaky Cauldron at ten to three, and picked a table close to the door so that the young woman could easily see him. He spread out a few papers on the table, including the two issues of The Quibbler, a clipboard of questions to ask Miss Burbage, and an astrological chart. Getting himself settled, he ordered a quick gillywater before settling back down to wait for the young woman.