Sergio Mancini leisurely strolled into the Daily Prophet Headquarters. He calmly removed his expensive sunglasses and looked around. Having never set foot in a workplace in his life, he was appalled by how plain this place was. Sergio's apparance stood out against the humble offices. He wore a bright pink shirt, a black waistcoat, leather pants, and a matching leather cloak flowing to his knees.

He looked around for where he should be. Technically he should have arrived hours ago, but that didn't bother him. It wasn't the former Quidditch player's style to arrive on time for anything. He also never help a proper job, so he had no idea about what to do. He just assumed this job was arranged by his assistant and should be able to handle it.

Scanning the dishevelled mess of a HQ, he went off looking for his office, because as an editor, he assumed he was important enough to have his own personal office.