The reception desk of the Prophet faced the door, two sets of frosted glass double doors flanked it. A few leafy plants decorated the area. The young woman at the desk matched the pale gray walls. At the sight of the two curly haired witches approaching what little color was left in her cheeks drained. "Miss Skeeter isn't in her office. I haven't seen her leave, either. Mr. Cuthbert is in a meeting."