"I'd not ask 'who', love, I'd ask 'what'. Were you a lady, Miss Skeeter, I'd get you a drink, but that's up for questioning, isn't it? What are you doing here?"

Rita cocked her head to one side and looked at Leathan with her best whimsical smile. Oh. Leathan, darling, you are always such a tease. But really, I think we all know just what we all are here, dont we? Hmmm? She ran the talon of her right fore-finger down his chest, while she watched its course, her eyes demurely dropping with it. You, for instance, are a great big deliciously fit Auror, and far too yummy for your own good, and your dear friend and co-conspirator Josh is a back-stabbing coward, whereas I am but a poor hard working toiler in the field of journalism, left all on my own-i-oh in the big lonely office, now-I-wonder-why-that-is.

Turning to Morela, she continued, But you, Morela -I can call you Morela, cant I? - you may not remember me, but I remember you. Oh, yes. Who could ever forget your tragic plunge from the heights? Werewolf Wounds Quidditch Queen! Ballycastle Bats Beauty Bitten! wasnt it? Tell me, how are you coping with your unfortunate? catastrophic? dizzying? fall from adulation to being, well, shunned by your former fans? Do you find daily solace in that bottle I see you clutching? Do you think you could have survived if not for the kind intervention of Josh, who really is the type to rescue strays from the gutter, bless him. Rita turned her gaze on Josh, I mean, look at him now, still the same old Josh: not really comfortable unless hes got his latest lovely on his lap. But shouldnt that be the delicious Miss Duncan? Isnt she the latest Item on his to do list? Oh, no, I see not. She is otherwise occupied with her own form of boy-baiting. Goodness. You could almost take them for family.