"Roasted leg of dragon?" She scrunched up her nose. "Eww. I wouldn't say no to a burger though. I have all my work to do when I get home so I'll need a hearty lunch to get through it all."
She shook her head. "Not yet. Rita Skeeter's sat at the top of that particular tree and you know she'll stick it out till she's practically dead just to thwart me," she replied, pouting for a moment. "I'm thinking maybe another six months at the Prophet and then I'll try and move to Witch Weekly or somewhere similar. I've worked in a few different areas so I've got broad experience."
Delphine looked across at him. "How about you? How are things at work?"