He began moving out his castle on the other side of the board. He almost always had something up his sleeve, although at the moment he wasn't precisely giving it his all. "That makes decent practice, I suppose. I don't know what it takes to be published; is it more pandering, or sensationalism, or stubborn persistence in one's point of view? Aside from raw talent, of course." He would have to admit he'd only read about her books. Accounts of Muggle society held relatively little interest for him - he was sure he'd had his fill of it already.