"I'll let you know when I'm paid, then," she told him. Penelope was at a good spot in life: a small yearly salary from the Ministry, a fairly steady flow of galleons from Magizoology Monthly to write some articles, a few small sums here and there from random sources using her photographs in books, posters, and magazines, and, of course, that ridiculous amount of money she'd been paid for her manticore photo.
She smiled at Charlie's eagerness. "Yes, it will. Have you ever been to or near the Isle of Drear?" she asked, thanking the waiter who put their food in front of them.