Where: the Daily Prophet Rita Skeeter's office
Who @fcrox
Antonin made his way into the office before knocking on the door. "Miss Skeeter? I hear you are the one to talk to about getting things done swiftly and discreetly at the prophet." He took in the woman herself, formidable enough to deserve her reputation. It was a hard thing to trust anything to reporters. He gave a small nod, but didn’t extend a hand. “I am Antonin Dolohov, I doubt you’ve heard of me, but who can say for sure given your profession.”
“Something small, a personal ad to be run without edit or question. A serious matter involving socks.” He held a small envelope between them. “There is a date enclosed for it to be run unless I contact you to cancel the need for it. I know such things are beneath you, but I would count it as a personal favor.”
