"Why?" Parvati stared at her boss incredulously. "Why me?" she repeated. Really, what kind of silly idea was it to give her this absolutely stupid story. "This is rather something for the Quibbler," she tried to reason with her boss. "It's really no material for Witch Weekly." Her boss picked up a piece of parchment and began to read, thus indicating that the conversation was over. However, Parvati remained where she was, staring at the other woman indignantly. "You know that this is probably not even true? A three-headed kneazle... If that was straying through Edinburgh the Ministry would already have stepped in. I'm sure it's a hoax. It's just a waste of time and paper to work on and print that story." Her boss seemed entirely unimpressed, simply saying
'now go and do your job. that's all' and turning around.
Parvati stomped away as energetically as that was possible in her
shoes. The girl liked to get an opportunity to write articles and not just horoscopes but this was entirely ridiculous! Why should she waste her precious time on something as pointless as this article? Admittedly it might be fun to talk to someone who had clearly lost his marbles. Parvati organised herself a cup of coffee and wondered who this Arthur Scott who had given the hint was. She hoped that he was a good looking young man but expected an old weird looking guy.
Once she had finished her cup of coffee the Gryffindor graduate had calmed down. She decided that it was not really worth getting worked up because of something so insignificant as this story. She could probably just have a brief interview with the man who had spotted the three-headed kneazle and leave again. Besides she hadn't been to Edinburgh in a while. Maybe she could do some shopping afterwards. A nice tartan skirt would be a lovely way to reward herself for dealing with this nonsense. Spirits raised, Parvati put her quick quotes quill and a roll of parchment into her handbag. Although she did not believe in the existence of the three-headed kneazle, the young journalist took one of Witch Weekly's cameras - she could at least make a photo of the bloody fool and write an article about how he had lured her to Edinburgh under false pretenses. If there was no story to write about the creature, she could at least write a nasty article about this Arthur Scott.
'Scotsman Scott - a drunkard hallucinating of three-headed kneazles
Arthur Scott, well known to all bar keepers around the Royal Mile in Edinburgh, has finally lost it. After the consumption of too much Talisker whisky he hallucinated of three-headed kneazles...'No, this material did not really make a worthwhile story. Parvati had lost interest in making up more of this kind already. It did not matter though. She reminded herself that it was her job, that she had to deal with situations like that and inform the public of things that were going on in the wizarding world.
Pretty relaxed now, Parvati apparated to a close of the Royal Mile not far from where she was supposed to find the man. As she made her way towards the house of Mr. Scott, she listened to a man playing bagpipes for a bit. She had never really understood the appeal of this instrument, guessing that it was a mere muggle thing. Maybe they found the sound pleasing to the ear. Reaching the small old house which was just on the border of Holyrood Park awkwardly situated between some modern buildings, Parvati assumed that it was a place that only wizards who knew of its existence could find. It had to be invisible to the unsuspecting muggle eye.
Just as she knocked on the door, she spotted an approaching figure who looked rather familiar. Luna Lovegood. Parvati knew the Ravenclaw graduate quite well, having been in Dumbledore's Army with her. She would not go as far as to call Luna a friend though as she was a rather odd person and Parvati definitely did not want to be associated with odd people if she could help it. Nevertheless, she still liked Luna, respecting her bravery and the way she had handled the situation at Hogwarts a few years ago. She nodded at her and offered a smile.
However, before she could really greet the other girl and find out if the Quibbler had been informed of the three-headed kneazle as well, the door swung open and she was facing a middle aged man in colourful patterned boxer shorts, a white undershirt and stockings. Aghast Parvati stared at the man, momentarily unable to speak to him. She self-consciously flattened her
dress and then gave Luna, who had by now reached them as well, a mildly desperate look. Reminding herself that she was a professional journalist, Parvati decided to introduce herself and just pretend that she was facing a properly clad wizard.
"Parvati Patil, journalist for Witch Weekly." she said, holding out her hand to the man. "Mr. Scott? You have sent us a note that you have seen a three-headed kneazle and we would like to report on that." The young witch smiled politely, waiting for the man to confirm that he was indeed Mr. Scott and that he believed in the three-headed kneazle.
'Yes, Madam," he agreed although it was unclear what exactly he meant.
'It is up there,' he added, pointing at the hills of Holyrood Park.
Parvati turned around to face the hills, eyes wide open. "Up there?" she echoed. There were people walking and climbing up the hill, making it impossible to apparate to the top without attracting attention and the Gryffindor graduate did not feel like going for a hike with Luna and a man in his underwear.
"Right," she began, determined to get the story out of this man without being seen with him outside. "Would you like to... tell us about where and when you first saw the... kneazle? May we come in?" She took a step closer to the threshold, indicating that she would not accept no for an answer. Truth be told, Parvati was more than glad to have Luna at her side as she really did not want to deal with the man all alone. As he walked into his house, the girls finally had time for a proper greeting.
"Hey Luna," she said under her breath. "This is all rather weird, don't you think?" Somehow she feared that Luna would not find the situation quite so weird. However, even the Ravenclaw graduate had to admit that this man was clearly out of his mind.
@Luna Lovegood 
