"You work for the Ministry?" Hestia asked casually, or as casually as she could. This is what she'd hoped for, some sort of gage of public opinion. It was obvious that the Ministry now seemed to have some sort of control over the Prophet, so it was no longer reliable for public opinion. The hospital was filled with people, but the families of patients Hestia came in cotact with in the emergency wards hardly had politics on their mind. She wasn't sure what sort of information this woman might have, but whatever she offered was information.
"You should probably take two in that case! I read in the Prophet that Harry Potter is wanted for questioning. It's got to be stressful, searching for the wizard that people call the savior of the world and all. It's a bit bold of the new minister, in my opinion," Hestia said, appealing as best she could to the other woman. "What do you think of Thicknesse?"