For nearly a decade and a half, Magda Fleischer had worked her way up the Prophet ladder, to lead reporter, and in those fourteen years, the untouchable, unattainable few had teased and beckoned, just out of reach of her decidedly lengthy grasp. Finally, walls were crumbling, and cogs coming loose. Someone at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry had royally screwed up. And she was going to expose the ever loving crap out of the place.
It wasn't that she was a particularly vindictive or spiteful woman... by her own standards, at least, but she was a woman who saw wisdom in opportunity, and this... this was an opportunity she couldn't pass up. never before had Magda let sleeping dogs lie, and she wasn't about to start when she had the story of her lifetime right at her fingertips...
Her first stop on the endeavor through the school grounds was the training field for Quidditch. There was always some miserable nosepicker, flying about the pitch, imagining their future as the next Victor Krum, and the energy of that ridiculous ambition was exactly what she needed to exploit.
Sure enough, there was one little upstart, loitering in the field when she arrived, and as ruby lips peeled back into a Cheshire smile, Magda approached him, hanging back a ways, as not to intimidate the boy with all five-foot-ten of her glory.
"Hello there... So sorry to interrupt. Magda Fleischer, of the Daily Prophet." For a moment, she thought of extending a hand to the boy, but considering all manner of despicable places his own could have been, she thought better of it, "I've been asked to do some interviews... Standard issue, on the new Headmaster and the latest hires, this year. Do you have a minute or two? To answer some questions? I promise, I won't take up all your free time..."