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WHO: Lavender Brown, Bredina Dunstan, Michael Corner.
WHAT: Random lunch.
WHEN: Afternoonish
WHERE: Small restaurant outside Diagon Alley.



Lavender loved her job. She loved being busy, being in charge, and having a say over what was hot and what wasn't in the wizarding world. She had just fired one of her more experienced writers, Daffy Lawson, because she had dared to mouth off and claim that Lavender wasn't doing a good job. Lavender smartly replied that if she wasn't doing a good job, it was because she was stuck with a staff like Daffy, who couldn't get their assignments in on time nor could they get the information that the witches of the wizarding world really wanted to hear. Lavender didn't feel bad at all for dismissing Daffy despite her former writer being a single mother of two young children. She felt it was necessary. And besides, Daffy was getting too old. Who was she to know what was fashionable anyway? Or relevant really.

There hadn't been an uproar at Witch Weekly when Lavender took over. She had expected it, but Matilda was just as terrible to everyone else as she was to Lavender, and she figured everyone was relieved the woman was gone. Lavender had feared that people would talk about how little sense it made to put one of the newer, younger writers in charge of the entire magazine, but apparently people were using to odd job changes at Witch Weekly. The only person that had really said something was Daffy and that was why Daffy was no longer an employee.

She glanced down at her watch and sighed. She would have to return to work soon. Life was hectic over at Witch Weekly. Lavender hadn't realized just how much work went into being an editor. No wonder Matilda had always been so grouchy, it was probably because she was overworked and tired. Lavender shook her head slightly, now was not the time to let the guilt flood back in. She knew what she had done was wrong, but it was necessary.

Lounging in the patio chair as she sipped her cappucino and took a small bite of her salad every now and then, Lavender flipped through the pages of the Daily Prophet. She used the Prophet for ideas, mainly scandalous ones, that could fill the gossip section of Witch Weekly. Smirking to herself as she glanced at an unattractive picture of one of the Ministry employees, Lavender didn't even notice who had just joined her at her table.