Ozymandias raised his eyebrows at Christabel. "No one had informed me that I held the monopoly shares of the Daily Prophet," he said dryly, in response to her comment implying that the decision had somehow stemmed from him. He'd been just as surprised as everyone else in the household when the first article had arrived on their doorstep. In fact, it was only because of their complaints that he'd realized there was anything different about it at all. Since he could read the entire thing, he'd gotten no small amount of amusement from trying to goad each of them into reading what it looked like to them in order to work out which bits had actually been redacted. Of course, he hadn't read anything for them, but he suspected Don Juan or Endymion would probably have caved with enough badgering long before he did.

"And anyway, it's either all my fault or it has nothing to do with me. You can't have it both ways," he argued, dismissively swishing his quill through the air in her direction.

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