From the perspective...

[Jeanette Lochleid]

Jeanette straitened her papers, and slid them off her glass topped desk into her open briefcase; She picked up her best fountain pen and a blank notebook, and moved toward the glass double-doors of her office. As she stepped outside, her well known tan cloak rippling behind her as she walked, her fine pin stripped tan suit and tan leather boots spotless and pristine.

"My my, aren't we looking stunning?" said Alex as he stepped out of a door carrying some papers that seemed to have his complete attention, save for the moment in which he glanced sideways at Jeanette "Occasion?"

"Interview with the Hogwarts Headmistress." said Jeanette happily, she had been waiting quite awhile to get this interview, and she was happy of the opportunity.

"Finally!?" said Alex in surprise, he didn't usually keep tabs on her schedule, so he was often surprised by new events when he heard "About time."

"Well she's a busy woman." said Jeanette reasonably, stepping into the elevator that would take her down to the tenth floor where there was located the only room in the entire PLPG building out of which, or into which one could apparate. "Can't say I expected to get an appointment the day after, could I?"

"I suppose not." said Alex. "What's the subject incidentally?"

"Well that's for me to know, and you to read." said Jeanette "Isn't it."

Alex half nodded, then shot her a look that said quite clearly: I hate it when you do that.

Jeanette stepped off of the lift with a singularly mischievous smile, and turned toward Room 1091. Without so much as knocking, Jeanette opened the door and entered the large, white walled room. It was rather like standing in one giant light bulb, everything was unnaturally bright; The only exception was the quite bored looking young woman who was sitting behind a reception desk in the corner to the right of the door. Ignoring the girl who was filing her nails with a violently purple nail file, Jeanette walked right into the middle of the room, and, without preamble, turned on her heel.

Instantly, she felt the familiar feeling of being pushed through a very tight rubber tube as she transported instantly from the PLPG building, directly into Hogsmeade. Just as suddenly as it began, the apparation came to an abrupt halt; Jeanette felt her feet hit solid ground, and she looked around. Her aim had been true; Instead of landing in the muddy road, she had landed right on a sidewalk outside of The Three Broomsticks pub.

Not entirely interested in lingering, she made strait up the road toward the school, which, as yet, was still hidden from sight by the trees of the forest. As she rounded the corner, Jeanette laid her eyes on the many turrets and towers of the Legendary Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, it's magnificence enough to awe even the most culture of peoples.

It didn't take long, considering, for Jeanette to cross the ground space between the edge of the village, and the front doors of the school. She mounted the stone steps into the Entrance Hall, and took in the sight of this large room for the first time in ten years. She had, once, visited the school after the end of the second war to speak with the headmistress, but that had been during the days when Minerva McGonagall had been the school's head; Before that, her last visit had been in 1982, the days of the great Albus Dumbledore.

She wasted little time in mounting the marble staircase, pausing only to check the large hourglasses which recorded the house points to see how her old house, Ravenclaw, was doing in the run for the house championship this year.

"Winning." she chuckled to herself, and then she made her way up the stairs.

Considering how very long it had been since she had haunted these halls regularly, Jeanette found her way to the stone gargoyle on the seventh floor with speed and ease; She had to admit to herself, she was surprised when she found herself standing before the large statue. Tamis Raynor had, gracefully, sent the password to the Head's Tower in her return letter to Jeanette's request to interview her, a password she spoke as soon as she realized she was there at last.

No sooner had the word left her mouth, than the large gargoyle sprang to life, jumped aside, and the wall behind it split open to reveal a stone spiral stair revolving upward slowly. She bowed her gratitude to the statue, which did not return the gesture in any way, and stepped onto the staircase, riding her step upward patiently.

At the top of the stairs, Jeanette stepped off, and walked forward, drumming three taps on the large door with the silver griffin knocker affixed to it.

[Raynor]

[Tamis Raynor]

The steam from a cup of freshly brewed tea curled playfully against the air. The thumb of a long fingered hand caressed its brim idly as the owner studied the topmost parchment on a pile twenty inches tall. Sharp gray eyes evaluated the sheet with none of the attentiveness one would automatically assume. Shaking her head, the Headmistress dropped the quill in her other hand in resignation and took advantage of the freedom to strain it through her hair. It was an impossible day to attempt to concentrate on such mundane matters as paperwork. The large set of dome windows behind her desk had been thrown open, letting in the comfortable midday air of March. It was one of her favorite times of year; when the colder seasons began to give to the warmer. If only she could blame the improving weather for her preoccupied mind.

“Your appointment for this afternoon has arrived, Headmistress,” a long-nosed former Headmaster informed her, reappearing in his frame. She nodded curtly but said nothing further on the issue. Yes, she even wished she could fault it on that. It would have made for a good alibi.

After her promotion to her current position following the assault on Hogwarts, she had undergone an attack of her own in owls. Interview requests. Dozens of them. From journalists and reporters across the country. Only two had persisted after three months of “misplacing” the damnable things into the fireplace; the Daily Prophet reporter Juliet Hughes and journalist Jeanette Lochleid, both of whom had controversial reputations – and two entirely different ones. To Hughes she had responded with a blunt and rather curt denial. To Lochleid she had been considerably more civil, but no less plain, often informing the woman she could not make the date of the interview requested for ordinary tasks. As she recalled, she had once told the woman that she took a private luncheon every Friday at two o’clock in the afternoon and they would need to reschedule… in a month perhaps.

That was when the battle of wills had begun.

Every few months she would get another request, politely denied in the same fashion. Finally, over a year later, Raynor had finally agreed to a date and time, respecting the woman’s perseverance and persistence. It was not that she feared an interview, but rather the press and she had rarely seen eye-to-eye. She simply could not be bothered. So no, it was not the reason why reviewing Hogwarts’ funds and expenses seemed so suddenly an impossible task.

That had more to do with the latest edition of the Prophet, of which her name was void in. The Headline “The Deva Sends Reminders” glared up at her a long with a flashing image showing surprised onlookers outside the buildings that had been marked. As usual, the article was horribly biased and brazen, but it made a point. The Deva had done absolutely nothing in over a year. It was unlike Robert. He did not waste petty time “licking wounds” and she doubted his ego could ever suffer such humility as being bruised. So what exactly was he up to?

A succession of three knocks silenced her thoughts. Now was not the time to let her mind wander on such issues. Best to get this over with, then. Leaning against the high backed chair she never did learn how to get comfortable in, the Headmistress took a hearty sip of her cooled tea, waving a hand at the door of the office to open it. Keeping the cup cradled in her palms, she enjoyed the simple pleasure of its warmth as she waited to embark on what was looking to be a much less pleasant afternoon.

[Jeanette Lochleid]

The fine wooden door before Jeanette opened of it's own accord, at least, that was what it seemed; She peered inside for a fraction of a moment, then entered. It was a fine, large, round room that she knew all too well, however, there was something rather odd about the place, it was different, changed, rather like a familiar tune with a notably jarring note. In the days when Dumbledore had been it's resident, the head's office was filled with trinkets of an arcane nature, and the collected written works which Dumbledore had gathered for his personal use. In Minerva McGonagall's day, the office had been graced by a superb collection of books, mainly on the topic of Transfiguration, that could have rivaled that of Dumbledore before her. Now, however, the office was changed, though, thankfully, the portraits around the walls all seemed to be safely intact, and existent as always.

Jeanette walked across the room, nodding politely to several of the portrait occupants that she had known in her days at the school, and approached the desk where the newest Headmistress sat, apparently awaiting her.

"Professor Raynor." said Jeanette thoughtfully, offering the Headmistress her hand while continuing "It is an honor to meet you at last."

[Tamis Raynor]

It took a considerable effort for Tamis Raynor to feel nervous and one journalist with a reputation was not enough to rouse the strength required. However, when the woman took in the contents of the office not quite skeptically but with no less critical of an eye Raynor subconsciously raised her chin a little higher.

Compared to her predecessors, the office was considerably low key, yet, to completely contradict that statement, incredibly cluttered. The relics of former Headmasters that seemed to tacitly transverse to the next inhabitant of the tower were still there, but asides from that, the room seemed to have no personality. She had finally moved some of her old dark detectors into the room after grudgingly admitting this was her new home. Her foe glass was set in plain vantage sight near the office door, its surface clouded by more shadows than most. Other than that, a few books scattered stools and one shelf was dedicated entirely to tea and all of its various forms. Other than that, it was void of any individualism.

Gray eyes watched the woman thoughtfully as she approached, but characteristically revealed nothing of what she was thinking. Nothing was more valuable to gaining the upper hand than with what you could learn in the first few seconds of meeting someone. Raynor did not plan to unintentionally give out any more than she had to.

Rising just as the writer reached the forefront of the great oak desk, the Headmistress placed the porcelain cup back on the table and accepted the extended hand briefly.

"I hope to be able to say the same, Madam Lochleid. Welcome to Hogwarts." She motioned to the armchair in front of the desk, not waiting to see if the offer was taken before reclaiming her own less comfortable accommodations. "Could I interest you in some refreshments? Tea, perhaps?"

While she busied herself with setting the documents she had or had not been peering over a moment ago, Raynor continued to discretely evaluate this new individual. Harmless or foe? The woman's dedication to getting an interview could place her in either, and Tamis' Ravenclaw true curiosity on the issue was truly the only reason why Lochleid was standing where she was. But in her current train of thought, she wondered what the other woman was making of her. Simply dressed in Burgandy robes with a velvet floral pattern, her hair splayed causally down her shoulders, the Headmistress had to admit that she looked more ready to prop her feet up and read a book (the simple thought was ghastly) than sit down in confidence for an interview.

First impressions were everything and she was not quite sure of what hers was of the publisher just yet.

[Jeanette Lochleid]

"I hope to be able to say the same, Madam Lochleid. Welcome to Hogwarts...Could I interest you in some refreshments? Tea, perhaps?"

"Oh yes, thank you." said Jeanette, taking her seat, and pulling a notebook and her favorite, and best fountain pen from the inside pocket of her tan suit jacket. "I've always been quite partial to Earl Gray."

Jeanette didn't want to absorb more of the Professor's valuable time then was necessary, so she readied her papers and looked over them once more in order to ensure she had her information correct. She then looked up at the Professor, surveying her over her spectacles.

"So, as I am sure you are aware..." Jeanette said in a kindly, but businesslike tone "...The subject for this interview will be the events of January, 2008, and the circumstances surrounding these events, specifically, the Deva, the Banning Decree upon Defense Against the Dark Arts, and the Ministry's handling of the whole business. I have quite a few questions for you, but I want to impress upon you that I shall not hold a failure...or inability to answer against you."

She rather felt as though she were explaining the rules of a game show to the woman, Jeanette had always felt this way upon the opening of an interview, and years in the industry hadn't lessened that particular feeling when dealing with a person who was, as yet, an unknown quantity.

[Tamis Raynor]

“Then, you are in luck, Madam.” The Headmistress concurred, waving a hand at the enchanted tea pot and chinaware. Immediately another cup floated down to the new arrival, followed closely by the levitating tea pot, which promptly poured the steaming brew. It refilled Raynor’s half finished cup as well before resting from whence it came.

As the reporter retrieved the tools of her trade from her overcoat, Tamis remained politely silent, once again trying to decide if this had been a good idea or not. The former was most likely, considering her luck with the press. But she certainly was not supposed to be another Juliet Hughes. Suppose. Done was done and it would not be diplomatic to send the woman away now. If it turned sour, well, it would not be the first time, and she doubted the last. And if it went well, then, it was that much of a chance in regaining some good graces. It was a fifty-fifty chance with the latter unable to hurt her much more than she already was.

Once Lochleid was settled, to her credit, she went straight to business. Surprised, the Headmistress could not help the beginning of a smirk upturning the corners of her mouth before she squelched it. Direct and to the point without political hogwash. Not only did Raynor appreciate that; but she liked it. Rather blunt herself, she preferred not to beat around the bush unless it was absolutely necessary.

Inability to answer? Oh, there was most certainly going to be that. But not for any reasons the other woman might suspect.

Nodding as she wrapped up the “conditions” of the meeting, Tam gave an appreciative nod. “Agreed and as well that you understand that pressing on issues of which I do not wish to converse will not end will. So for both our sanities, I thank you.”

And with that, she waited for her to begin.

[Jeanette Lochleid]

"Right, well..." said Jeanette, consulting her notes "It has become rather common knowledge, mainly due to the press surrounding the event, that in January last, that is to say January, 2008, the organization styling themselves "The Deva" took over Hogwarts School. So many times have rumors and speculation been allowed to cloud the facts of the event that many question how much information exactly is accurate. I was wondering if you could, at least for my record, explain what, by your understanding, happened at the school during that period of time?"

Jeanette leaned back in her seat, and crossed her legs, perching her notebook on top, her pen poised on the exposed page, waiting to take down the Professor's words. Many journalists had hounded Jeanette about her refusal to use Quick-Quotes-Quills, but Jeanette didn't care; Any journalist who can't write without the assistance of an enchanted quill wasn't, in Jeanette's view, worthy of being a journalist at all.