Ellie couldn't imagine being a writer. She hadn't cared for having to write essays in school and to her writing a column, which would require research, seemed liked pretty much the same thing. Still though she knew that there were people who enjoyed such things and she was glad that he seemed so thrilled with his job. In the end that was all that mattered.
"I'll have to see if I can't pick up a few back copies then." She have to check out his articles. Plus it would be another way to pick back up in the wizarding world. She wondered if the Prophet was any better now then it had been back when she was in school and quickly dismissed the idea. She was certain it was just as much a rag mag as it had been then.
"Guess this means I'll be dealing with some small magical creatures myself." She was joking of course. She loved kids, just as long as she could give them back. "I'm hoping to open the doors in the next week or so. I'd originally thought I'd need to send out flyers about it and looking for employees, but amazingly people seemed to have found me by word of mouth." She already had fifteen kids waiting for it to open.
"I have to tell you all about the catastrophe of my clothes though," Ellie said, taking a deep breath in and sighing. She was still sad about the loss of her clothes and mad at herself because it was her fault. Oriel certainly did a lot to perk up her mood though.