Rita had stared at the small note that had very unceremoniously dropped from seemingly thin air and onto her desk. Got a scoop. She repeated the words in her head. Knowing Evan, he probably meant a scoop of ice cream or something equally ridiculous. But still.... what if it was more? What if he really did have another story for her? After all, he had the connections for it.Â
It was that thought that had her grabbing her bag and apparating to the spot he had specified, note still clutched tightly between her fingers as she did so. She supposed, even if it was just a scoop of ice cream, she was overdue a break regardless. Wobbling a bit as she landed, her arms thrown out to the sides to balance herself, she looked around, squinting slightly from the bright rays glinting off a nearby table. When had it gotten so warm out? Shrugging out of her jacket, she made her way toward the small cafe, figuring if past experience were anything to go by, he was already there. With a deep breath, Rita straightened her spine and marched toward his table. “Rosier.” She greeted with an almost too-bright smile, seating herself delicately in the chair across from him. “What’s this big story you’ve got for me this time? Fortescue’s has a sale on cones? Or maybe the Headmaster’s bought some new robes?” She teased, rolling her eyes, although the hunger in her voice was undeniable, and it was clear that even as she joked, she hoped she was wrong - hoped for something a bit juicer.
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