Lavender shrugged her shoulders a little. "Until you've done something else to make a name for yourself, the Falcons are going to be your tag-line. It's not a terrible thing. Harry Potter is still the Boy Who Lived to most wizards. And he's the same age."
She smiled. "Don't worry. Soon it will be Famous Broom Designer is abducted by Glamorous Reporter and forced to eat enormous steaks in London." She popped a bit of bread into her mouth. "I've heard good things about the new line of Nimbus brooms."
She took back the notebook and closed it, tilting her head as he spoke. She tore bits of bread off the roll as he spoke. She didn't know what it was like to be in a pureblooded family. Hers was such a mix of muggleborns and halfbloods that she didn't even know how far back it went, if it did.
The waiter came by with their appetizers and she grabbed her napkin, shaking it out and laying it across her thighs. "I wouldn't say progressive, per se. Sometimes they don't quite know what to do with me. The stories about the whole Fenrir thing died down easily enough. And they don't crop back up because I'm part of the press, writing the stories."
She cut the crab cake with her fork and took a bite. "Oh... these are amazing."