Who: Hermione and Lucian
What: A confrontation
When: This evening
Where: The Three Broomsticks
Rating: Low
Status: Complete
"If you ask me," Lucian said in conclusion, "this is a piss-poor village and a pathetic excuse for the use of those funds. Did you say they were taxpayer money? Because I'm sure they're just going to shops no one visits and people who don't know the first thing about running anything. The program head's a joke and the ones who have lived here all their lives don't even like all the new residents."
He took one final swig of his drink and shook his head. "I can't wait until I get traded out of this hell hole," he said, leaning forward and putting on the charm and dialing it to eleven. "You'll help with that, won't you, Rita?"
Rita Skeeter murmured her assurances, but it wasn't long after that she glanced at the time and excused herself, patting his cheek for agreeing to meet her when he did.
"Hey, anytime," he said, waving her off. She'd been interested in how he'd been adjusting in the village and had implied she'd write something up that would make other teams take notice. That interview ended forty-five minutes ago, with Rita setting down her quill and parchment to ask him, friend to friend, how he was really doing. Until she'd asked Lucian didn't realise just to what extent he longed to leave, but he found the exchange alleviated a lot of his frustration.
He signaled for the check, eager to pay for his half of the meal and get back to his flat. Maybe Gwendolyn was free. Or Katie. Maybe even Lavender.