(Puddifoots) Just a little interview

[Fitz Hargreaves]

Gliding into the dreadful little shop Fitz smirked giving a swift bow to the owner greeting her pleasantly and calling for two portions of tea and scones, "your very best mind you," he added with a wink.
Sliding into a seat he took out his tools of trade; parchment aplenty, a quill with spares tucked into the bottom of his satchel, two bottles of ink and a copy of the latest Daily Prophet to read whilst he waited. Fifteen minutes according to his pristeen silver wrist watch. With every ready and set Fitz shuffled his paper reading intently.

He was quite confident how he would manage this interview, though Miss Hubbles was apparently "a gem, more than capable of crushing her oppenents" according to her very own older brother. He already knew much of her, really quite famous not only due to being the Champion, indeed Hufflepuff were incredibly loyal towards her, more determined and strong willed than the rest thus far.

Musing over an article, written by his esteemed colleague Roland the Rat, as he had so affectionately named him, he awaited patiently the arrival of the second Champion he was to interview.

[Girty Hubbles]

(Oh my! I never knew this was here!!!)

Girty sat happily down in the Great Hall buttering some toast laughing with a bunch of 5th years about a Slytherin who had managed to get themselves stuck to the corridor wall. They found it so amusing that Girty failed to notice that a letter had been delivered to her and was now lying by the side of her plate. After finishing off her toast and gulping down her pumpkin juice Girty was standing up to leave when she finally saw the envelope sticking out covered in crumbs. Nervously glancing around Girty slowly leaned over and picked up, gently tearing the seal open and pulling out the parchment.

As she read the letter though her mouth dropt open, she had an interview. Glancing down at her watch he mouth dropt open even more as she realised that it started in only half an hour. Running out of the Great Hall and down towards the Hufflepuff common room she was all in a tiz. What should she wear, how should she do her hair, who would the reporter be and more importantly would she get there in time.

After a rather quick change of clothes and tying her hair up into a rather untidy bun Girty carefully re-read the letter to make sure she had not missed anything out and ran once more out of the common room, past the kitchens, into the entrance hall, out the grand doors, through the courtyard…down the gravel paths….out the main gates….down the dirt track….into Homemade and straight for Madam Puddifoots tea shop. Skidding to a stop out of the shop Girty took deep breaths to try and reduce the effect that she had run all the way here. After making sure that her top was straight and her hair had not fallen out along the way she opened up the door and walked slowly in.

The shop was empty apart from the assistant caretaker she had bumped into only a few days ago. Feeling slightly disgruntled and hoping that this was not a prank off one of the other houses Girty wondered over to one of the free tables and sat down waiting.