Egan sat in his office sipping coffee and looking over the Daily Prophet. Hmm... something about Centaur Liaison Office... Huh... he didn't even know such a thing existed. What did it do? And did he care? He would have to ponder that later.
Hmmm... Douglas O'Tool? Egan read, smiled, then expected to be seeing this Ivia Riley in the obituaries next week.
Ah good, hunting bands lifted in Egypt on dragons. Always could use more dragon hides.
Advice column by Harry Potter? What? Egan shook his head. That Harry freakin' Potter was never going to be forgotten about was he. Kill a legend and Iguess you become one. Hmmm... Who could Egan kill to become a legend? HE had certain killed a few people in his day but no one gave him
an advice column.
He turned the page "Cleary Wife Admits Family Deaths Were No Accident..."
WHAT?!?! Egan spat out his coffee all over the page, and then flattening it out on his desk began to read frantically. WHAT?! WHAT DID SHE SAY!! RAAAWWRR!!!
Egan crumpled the paper in his hand and stormed out the door. He was going to have to have a little talk with his sweet wife