(G.Hall) An unusual request

[Helia Ollivander]

Helia had not been entirely sure of who to cantact in order to obtain one of the School Papers old machines, so she thought the quickest way around that would be to send her request to simply:
The Staff Table
Great Hall
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry


Under normal circumstances she would have sent Cela with her note, but she figured that with all the hubub at the school lately, it would just be less hassle to send an owl.
Once the owl had dropped her letter and it reached the table it unfolded itself to reveal her abnormal request:
To whom it may concern,
I am currently in the market for a printing press. I happen to know the school has one to spare, and was hoping I might be able to acquire it. If this is a possibility, please send a return owl and/or messenger to let me know post-haste.
Best Wishes,
Helia Ollivander

[Prof. Jonathan Starsmore]

Today was dull. Very dull.

Jonathan sat slummed so far down in his seat that only his shoulders and head were visible above the tabletop - his feet sticking out from under the cloth on the opposite side. The Great Hall was half full and bustling with carefree, drama-less chitchat, and frankly, Jonathan found it boring. What happened to food fights at every possible opportunity? he thought scathingly as he eyed the Slytherin table, who above all seemed completely content in their sensibly.

The professor was just about to send a bomb of scrambled eggs to land upon a dark haired girl's head, when an owl suddenly swooped down low in front of him. 'Shoo, bugger off - it's too early!' He snapped angrily as he shoved it's tail from his face, struggling into a sitting position. Before he had even finished sweating the letter had unfolded itself. Whipping it up and peering at it closely, Jonathan's eyes darted back and forth across the page a few times before he leaned back, his eyebrows raised. 'So Helia's still about, is she?' He mused. He'd known she had set up shop in Hogsmede, but with such little need for the wand market in that particular village - and he also hadn't heard of her in ages - he'd assumed she'd packed up and left.

Looked as though he was wrong.

Dear Miss Ollivander,
Great to be hearing from you again, even if you didn't expect it - or want it - to end up in my hands. How old would you be now anyway? Fancy a drink some time?

Jonathan paused to read this part of the message. Whatever, it could stay.

The press is still in the Ravenclaw common room where you left it. Think it's being used to make pamphlets for the Quadwizard Tournament. But, I could probably get it to you for a price? Just kidding! That drink'll do. What you do need it for anyway? Can't imagine it'd be too useful in the wand-making process.
Yours,
Jonathan Starsmore

An owl, who had been observing from the rafters, flew down now to accept the letter from Jonathan. He attached it to her leg and watched it take out eagerly.

[Helia Ollivander]

Helia had laughed for a full ten minutes upon recieving the reply to her letter. She hurriedly had responded to him:
My Dear Professor Starsmore,
My, I haven't had such a good laugh in many moons! I've been trying to get some out-of-town business and thought posters and pamphlets would be more welcomed than annoying mid-day phone calls. Don't you agree?
As it turns out I'll be in the area this evening, think we could have our drink while I retrieve the press?
Jovially,
Helia