OWL: Miles to the Prophet, Miles to Verity Date: 15 February 1999 Characters: Miles, Verity, NPC Fennell Finnish at the Daily Prophet Location: Bletchley Park to everywhere Private/Public: Private Rating: PG Warnings: - Summary: Miles once again has to clean up one of Verity's messes.
Miles had read the article in the Evening Prophet, and knew exactly who the mystery woman mentioned in the article on Charlie Weasley.
It was Verity. He'd spotted her kissing George the other night, and obviously he wasn't the only one keeping his eyes open and his nose to the ground on the gossip of the world. Verity didn't need this nonsense being published, and he was in a... benevolent mood.
Grabbing quill and parchment, he quickly penned an owl.
Fennell,
Once again I find myself having to ensure that your journalistic integrity isn't thought of as an oxymoron. Do what you like with the enclosed bag of galleons, but do ensure that the article you were planning on publishing on Miss Verity O'Shea remains unpublished.
We all know that a lady should only have her name in print three times. Let's make sure that Verity's stays that way.
Of course, you'll know what to expect if that article, or anything that infers her involvement ever does see the light of day, don't you?
Yours sincerely, A very concerned reader.
Miles attached a bag of galleons, charmed the letter to burn up after it was read, and hexed it for Fennell's eyes only. But it was true. A lady should only have to have her name printed three times. When she's born, when she is presented to society, and when she marries. Miles was doing his level best to make sure that was going to happen to Verity.
He poured a gin as he felt the satisfaction of a good deed done.
But Miles rarely rested on his laurels, and knew he had to owl Verity.
Ver Darling,
Just in case you were fretting over the imminent edition of the Prophet and their scandalous tabloid reporting, I thought you should know that the article in question will not be getting printed. I might have spotted your little indiscretion the other evening, but being the gentleman that I am, i said nothing.
I know, I know, I am your knight in shining armour and all of that. Just... try to keep your lips off any more Weasleys. Please?