It was a slow day at work, for Sophia at least. Her supervisor seemed to have her hands full, as did many of the higher-ups, and she was mostly left to fend for herself--which was fine since she usually hated the pointless tasks that they gave her. It was days like these that made her wish they would already promote her from her intern position and let her actually help get work done. She could write as well as the next person, and if she could, she'd actually choose topics and stories that regular wizards actually gave a damn about. Not that there was no one out there who actually liked politics, but a bit of entertainment to level it out never hurt anyone.

It was barely five when her supervisor came over and said that she could leave early. Sophia almost brought up that she wanted to work on a story but ended up not saying anything about it since her supervisor seemed far too stressed about something and the last thing she wanted was to be on the receiving end of an angry authoritative figure. She considered going over to Santana's station, but thought against it since she knew that might make her end up sticking around longer than she would have even without the early dismissal. Besides, she said she'd meet up with Theo and have some fun tonight, so that was her agenda right now.

She was annoyed when early Sunday morning she received a notice via owl post that in order to legally be able to own a Piranha, she would need to obtain a license within the next week or risk her fish getting picked up by a government official. How they even found out, she had no idea. Well, she did happily parade the fact that she was now a proud owner of the fish that was named after the infamous Voldemort, but still, that gave the government no authority to look into her personal life. Maybe it was the name; she should have listened to Sarah when she expressed some concern over the name and people thinking she was a death eater, but it was all Chris's fault for suggesting it in the first place. Whatever, she would get the damn license and get this over with.

She’d never even gone moonbathing before. Sophia had no idea what it really entailed, but when that doll-faced, porcelain-skinned auror from… Puddlemere?... brought it up, she got curious because something about bathing in the dark sounded appealing. Dark places were awesome, after all, so there was no way she was going to completely hate it. Maybe. Possibly. Or maybe it would completely and utterly suck.