"It's nice to meet you, Heather," Demelza smiled warmly and drank from her mug, thinking some food sounded nice. She ordered a pastry after Heather and relaxed into the booth. "Everything," she explained. "I'm a writer for The Daily Prophet but I haven't been able to really...think about everything you told me. But I guess it makes sense, I mean I haven't heard anyone actually complain about what's going on and I feel like it's okay. Which doesn't make sense." Demelza shook her head, completely confused and only making it worse for herself.