He glanced up with a twitching twist of a lip, and nodded mutely.
He glanced down at the stack of papers.
"He disrupted my morning routine with his announcement, so it was only logical to let my initial assessment of his news to disrupt his evening routine." Al paused and added, as gravely as ever: "Turns out that when I'm disrupted, my mind channels Rita Skeeter. It's fascinating. I wasn't aware of that phenomenon until today."
He thought of it for awhile, and then ran his wand up the headlines of the paper once more, stirring the letters up as they rearranged themselves into its prior shocking state, restoring the illusion without prior imperfect smudges and blurs.