Chapter 64:
Seeing the time, Harry had to convince Remus and Sirius to let him go downstairs alone.
"I promise I will be fine, I just want to talk to her alone first," Harry said.
"But Harry—" Remus said, wanting to point out, again, that he was acting as his guardian.
"—I will be fine; the pub is a public place. I will literally be five minutes," Harry interrupted.
"Let him go, Remy," Sirius said before he turned to Harry. "But you have three minutes."
Harry contained his eye roll - he hated looking like a preteen. "Fine," he said, rushing out of the door.
Harry only had to wait for a few seconds once he got downstairs. Rita appeared on the dot, her photographer Bozo trailing after her. Approaching the vibrantly dressed woman, Harry withheld his sneer.
"Ms. Skeeter," he said, offering his hand, which she took. Kissing the air above her's, Harry smiled. "It's a pleasure, ma'am. My name is Harry potter."
"My, Mr. Potter, what lovely manners," Skeeter purred, making Harry want to wipe his lips.