Checking Wands

When Eli entered the broom closet, Rita stood up so fast that she somehow didn't hit the ceiling, considering even Eli had to stoop.

"Mr. Hall, I wonder if you have any instructions for me?" Rita looked extremely constrained, something entirely unseen before.

She even dared to write books to lampoon Dumbledore, yet now she acted just like a servant.

"Nothing much. You've been doing well lately." Eli glanced casually at the things piled on the floor, then picked a box that looked the cleanest and sat down.

Not until Eli sat down did Rita sit as well. She beamed with smiles, extremely eager. "Working for Mr. Hall, this is only as it should be!"

"Don't call it working for me. It should be working for yourself."

Rita froze instantly. Her expression turned somewhat comical, struggling to keep up with Eli's train of thought.

Seeing Rita's dazed appearance, Eli smiled. "As long as you do well enough, won't nobody know you're a..." Eli looked at Rita.

Rita wore a sudden look of realization, switching back to that eager expression, her face almost smiling into the shape of a chrysanthemum.

"Yes, yes. Working for the mister means working for oneself."

"Alright, didn't you want to interview me? Hurry up. We're going to eat soon, and I certainly don't provide meals."

Just as Rita was about to skillfully wave her wand, she saw Eli and paused for a moment, then picked up the notebook used for recording and a quill.

"How would you like me to write it?" Rita asked cautiously.

"You're the journalist, write it however you like. Just don't write anything too outrageous."

Eli felt leisurely, then noticed that Rita's notebook seemed densely filled with quite a bit of writing, which should have been the previous interview with Harry.

"Hand