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Xenophilius was never one for a proper schedule. He did things as he felt like doing them. And if he felt like printing the next issue in the middle of the night, well why not do just that?

He was just looking over the final copy when, well when something just didn't seem right. He didn't hear anything, in fact everything was eerily quite. And he didn't see anything from his back office, but it was just that feeling that you get that tells you that you need to get up just to double check that yes, you are in fact alone and everything was alright.

So he did just that. Walking out of his office and walking around to the other side of the press, just to prove to himself that his fears were unjustified. Except they weren't, there was a man, no a death eater, he had one of those masks, standing right there doing something to his press. He didn't seem to notice Xeno standing there right at first so maybe he could just sneak back around to the other side, back to his office and call the Aurors. Even if he was gone by the time they got there, they could at least try and trace the spell. Yes, that was a great idea, now only if his legs would move.