"Well," Theodore said calmly, rummaging in his pocket for a cigarette, "Can I light this? Yeah, when we were in Lockewood, Skeeter had this paper called the Skeet Beat where she'd just expose people's dirty secrets in sordid fashions, or talk about gossip, like you snogging Weasley, and that. I know that George Weasley inherited whatever Rita used to pull Lockewood off, because that's how we're here right now. But I'm thinking that with the bag of tricks they inherited, they would have also inherited her lot of secrets that she knew about us."
He took a deep swig and sighed deeply, looking at him.
"I really want to fucking see that bag of secrets. They're bloody selfish fucks keeping it to themselves."