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R. Skeeter
The Daily Prophet
Diagon Alley
London

Madam Skeeter,

It is I:  Theodora Kingstreet.

Naturally, this note will evaporate into a small swarm of moths once you have finished reading it.  I am currently contending for the Ministry of Magic's Most Wanted Witch or Wizard and that has along with it a plethora of protocols and challenges, one of them avoiding their thugs.

You are no doubt familiar with the antics of one Dugan MacDuff.  You and your colleagues have gone to a great deal of trouble printing more and more rubbish to litter our streets bearing his name and despicably unshaven face.  I am most disappointed that the soggy rag of yours has stooped so low as to give so much attention to what is essentially very poor form.

I would like to file a correction of sorts.  Please accept my invitation to meet with me so that the record can be set straight.  There is a right way and a wrong way to bring down this Ministry of Magic.

I Could Kill You,
Theodora Kingstreet

R. Skeeter
The Daily Prophet
Diagon Alley
London




Ms. Kingstreet,

You need no introduction.

I had no doubt that the words you wrote would not remain in existence once my keen and experienced eyes had read all they had to. I have to say, the manner in which you ensured secrecy was quite...disturbing. I am not a fan of moths - please bare this in mind next time you write. I like roses and rhinestones - green rhinestones, naturally. I have been told they set off my eyes rather spectacularly.

I'll admit, I was a little surprised to hear from you. Though - in essence - your good self and I aren't all that dissimilar, save your criminal record and my good looks. We both strive to be the best at what we do, and what better way to ensure that we are the best, than to have it publicly spattered across every paper stand in Britain?

It is true, we have been chasing MacDuff's trail for quite sometime, and frankly I'm bored. I want something with a little more substance, rather than a few creeping shadows. You are offering me something palpable, and I would be honoured to accept.

Name the time and the place, and you shall find me a good friend and ear.

I could kill you with my words,

Much respect,

R. Skeeter.