Wednesday, March 8th ~ Mid Afternoon
Rita looked up and down the busy street, moved over to a pleasant looking women and snatched the microphone out of her hands. "Damn it, Anastasia! This is my story! I spent the night under that table with their smelly feet - although the view wasn't bad - I deserve this! Shoo!"
Bumping the shocked woman aside, Rita smiled at the crowd and turned on the mic. "Good afternoon to all our listeners! Rita Skeeter here with a special live
Rita paused and held up the microphone as the people on the streets - largely women - cheered.
"We are standing by now
"Stay tuned as I fill you in on all the juicy details and
Faintly in the background, Zeke could be heard back at the studio. "You've got to be kidding me. Stand by on the censors. What the hell were they thinking sending her? It's like plunking down a pixie dust addict unsupervised in the middle of a supplier's cache. I hope someone else is planning to go scrape her drooling corpse up when this is over."