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Dorcas had honestly never been happier to see the end of a month before in her entire life. The Daily Prophet had been completely abuzz since the news of the breech broke to the wizarding world a few days ago, which made her job as a reporter all the more difficult. She decided that if she had to deal with one more letter to the editor or someone pulling her aside to give her their view on it she was going to hit something (or someone -- she didn't mind which). She just didn't want to think about it anymore. It seemed silly, after all it was her job to ponder on these things and report them, but since her conversation with Dearborn on the journals she just didn't have the energy for it anymore. It was this lack of energy that foujnd her pulling herself down Diagon Alley late in the afternoon after she clocked out of work, her sweet tooth aching for something only Florean Fortescue could provide. When in doubt, ice cream was always the answer.

Dorcas entered the semi-crowded shop shortly after 6PM, a look of concentration on her face as she tried to juggle her camera with her bag as she tried to fish her wallet out from the very bottom. A double chocolate waffle cone would be a perfect way to end this day, she decided. After grabbing her order and a small lemonade from the cashier, she drifted to the back of the parlour for a place to sit before she spotted a familiar face out of the corner of her eye.

"Why, who is this!" Dorcas grinned, dumping her belongings on to the table in front of Ludo before she took it upon herself to take a seat across from him. There was a reason she was regarded as one of the most in-your-face recruits at the Prophet and she had covered many a-Quidditch game in the past. Taking a bite out of her ice cream, her speech was muffled as she swallowed around the cold goop. "Didn't know famous Quidditch blokes had the time for sweets."

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