For Luna, an interview with Stubby Boardman would have been a realisation of a - well, a dream. It wouldn't exactly have been the scoop of the year, but it would have been a coup for a fledgling journalist in any shape or form. It didn't hurt that she had grown up with his music either. But she could settle for an autograph. "Well, we have to thank Doris Purkiss for helping us with that, you know. If she hadn't sent in that letter, we probably wouldn't have guessed either. In fact, most of our stories come from leads that our readers direct us to. We follow up on them as much as we can to verify what our readers send in. We can't print fake stories, you know."

"Oh thanks!" It was always useful to have another pair of eyes on the lookout for Crumple-Horned Snorkacks. Luna beamed. People here were so helpful. Accio!" Within moments, Luna's camera zoomed into the bar and neatly into Luna's hand. Looking around, she spotted Wensley. "Hi - um, Jeremy, right? Could you take a picture of Mr. Boardman and I, please?"

(ooc: It's an instant Wizard camera - like a Polaroid, except, of course, the picture moves, so feel free to react however when the picture develops.)