"Charm our way right into the Ministry's very heart," Beckett added, laughing lowly to herself. "Name your poison and send her on her delightful way."
She went back to twisting her hair around her finger for a moment, completely uninterested in the tangles she was introducing into it. Poison and murder... those were the keywords of the day.
And media.
Not such a scary word, but it was important.
"Will we shout it from the rooftops?" she wondered, still unconcerned about anyone following the switching tracks of her thought process.