Padrig had just finished putting the touches on the morning edition when he headed out to get some dinner. It would be a late night what with the late special edition of the Evening paper being put to bed and all.
He wasn't certain what exactly was happening, but something must be. Their sources were quiet on the precise reason why the Minister had been replaced, but he'd caught sight of a conversation between the Editor in Chief and a dark robed wizard just before the blinds to the office were yanked shut.
Very suspicious.
He headed down to the Leaky with the intention of getting some dinner and leaned against the bar to order as his eyes scanned the crowd. Quite a few people he knew in here tonight. As a matter of fact it was packed, barely any tables open. Over in the far corner he saw a slightly familiar face reading a book, and he headed over that way with his pint.