As she stood outside of the office willing herself to remain calm, she knew what she had to do. The newspaper had long ago served its usefulness. She never wanted to see another Daily Prophet for as long as she lived. Diagon Alley was quiet that early in the morning. Anyone who crossed her path was wise enough to pass quickly. None of them dared to look her in the eye. Perhaps she had the look of madness that the paper was so quick to report on.