"Good afternoon, madam. How may we serve you?"
Rita Skeeter smiled coolly at the diminutive maitre d'. Oh, he looked the part, dressed as he was in tails and white gloves, but she preferred a somewhat more elegant presentation than this little penguin of a wizard. Quickly and precisely, she quoted the reservation information and soon was seated in the cool shade of a sturdy tree, sipping a tall drink and observing the other patrons with a practiced eye.
For once, Rita was not on assignment, but she was always on the lookout for a good story. So, as she perused the menu and told her plate what appetizer and entree to prepare, Rita kept one eye peeled for anything out of the ordinary, anything interesting in this quaint, seaside vacation spot. Just because it had been deadly dull for the past two days didn't mean that something interesting wouldn't appear out of the blue, and she was ready for it if - no, when - it came.
Inside Rita's handbag, the Quick-Quotes Quill was also relaxing. It had just finished some much-needed preening, accompanied by a luxuriant session with the nib-sharpener in the compartment next door, and was finally indulging in a lovely ink-refreshment bath. It was at that point that the faint, whispered voice brought the Quill the highlight of the day - another bit of story to transcribe, enhance, and clarify. The Quill unfurled its feather with delight and got to work.
It was a very sunny Saturday in the Swiss side of families. The turtle is bo deadly em pier long chocolate ice cream and the entrance and then, because the smiley lady in the van it has Terry what he wanted to be for the good or he am awake, they bought a man she blo and ice pop. It wasn't bad, either come a mar thought, looking it as they watched a Gorillaz scratching and said to look free completely deadly, except that it wasn't blonde.
Area the best morning he had in a long time. It was careful to walk a little way apart from the Tur so that Dudley em pierce, who were starting to get bored with the animals by lunchtime, wouldn't fall back on their favorite hobby of hidding him. They eat in the soup restaurant, and when Dudley have a tantrum because his snicker bout bit uncle Vernon bottom another one in areas like to finish the first.
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"And would Madam like to see the dessert tray?" The waiter, not a whit taller or more gracious than the maitre d' had been, was hovering over Rita in a manner that reminded her unpleasantly of her Animagus form.
"Thank you, no," she replied icily, whipping out her wand from its ready-position in her handbag and refilling her champagne glass with something a little more palatable than the pale, weak wine that had previously occupied it. "I have everything I require." Rita Skeeter stared meaningfully at her wand until the little man executed a slight bow and left her to her solitude. Rita resumed sipping her lovely beverage and people-watching despite her boredom. The Quill, which had frozen at the opening of the bag, relaxed and focused again on the quiet voice.
The sitter terms of media petunias of a strong, sweetie will you apologized over and over again. Pearson Dudley could only tuber. As far as Harriet see, done anything except snap Leafly and their heels passed, by the time they were all back in the governance car, only been obviously, appears was wearing it a try to squeeze him to death. But worst all, Frairy at least, with peers coming down enough to say, "Harry was talking to it, or to Harry?"
Uncle Vernon why didn't the house before starting an area. He was so angry could hardly speak. He managed to say, "go - cupboard - stay - no meals," before he collapsed into a chair, any opportunity to run and get him a large Brandi.
Mary Lanest dark covered munch later, wishing he had to watch. He didn't know what time it was and he could be sleepy. Until they were, he could sneak into the kitchen for some food.
"Oh, for Circe's sake!" exclaimed Rita, jumping up, grabbing her handbag, and heading toward the exit. "Why would they think that serenading customers with mandolins and warbling is entertainment? This has got to be the worst restaurant in all of Spain! Hasta your luego," she called to a very stunned and confused Italian wait staff.