Saffy should have known that the Daily Prophet printing with Forsyte’s Discretionary Ink would cause a frenzy in the print shop. With Tess working full time with their father, perhaps she thought their father’s presence would have tampered down her sister’s reaction, but instead it seemed to light a fire under her; before she knew it the proverbial cauldron had boiled over and the eldest Whitby sister was practically a blur as she made a plan to disrupt the Daily Prophet’s machinations. Saffy shouldn’t have suspected any less from Tess. Oh, she did her best to help where she could; brainstorming, offering to sketch a ridiculous political cartoon of the head editor of the paper…but the sound of the printer - while soothing at times - had become overwhelming when paired with her sister voicing her various plans and Saffy had to make an excuse to go out for an errand.

It wasn’t a complete lie. She could tell by the sheer amount of pamphlets that would result from Tess’ subscription service that they’d need more paper and ink soon.

So with that, Saffron shouted her goodbyes to her family, donned her favorite hat (the blue ribbon had once been their mother’s) and hurried out into the High Street. The cold air blew against her wool skirt and while it did its job to protect her from the elements, Saff still gave an involuntary shiver before she took the end of her scarf and threw it over her shoulder. A pitiful and indignant meow followed her out. She turned to see Clio had taken up her perch near the window, raising up on her hind legs to stretch against the pane before pawing at it. “I’ll be back soon darling!” Saffron called with an amused tone coating her voice as she gave a wiggle of her fingers before turning away.

Right. Printing supplies. She’d also discovered that she had enough pocket money for a new sketchbook, a new eraser, and - of course - a pastry from the Ivy Leaf. Perhaps this plan to get out of the house had been a good one afterall.