Alicia strode purposely into the offices of the WWN. It was Angie's birthday the next day, and having been devoid of ideas for material gifts, Alicia had begun pondering meaningful gift ideas. That's when inspiration had struck. Angie had been trying to get her music played on the WWN for ages, but they were still spinning the old Celestina songs. Alicia wasn't sure if she'd succeed in her mission, but she was going to give it a hell of a good shot.

"Can I help you?" A receptionist smiled warmly.

"I hope so. I am Alicia Spinnet." Alicia smiled at the witch and read her nameplate. "Corinne. I have a request of sorts that really must be taken up with one of your top executives. Find one who can see me, please." Her words were sweet, but her voice was commanding. She had not been the daughter of a military man for nothing. People often mistook her for sweet, and even a bit naive, but she was able to be very calculating, and was very good at getting what she wanted. This was one of those rare times when she would allow this side of her to shine through. Even her friends never truly saw the extent of her... talent for manipulation. "Now, Corinne," she snapped at the girl, who was staring at her.

"Yes, Ms. Spinnet. I'm sorry... I just... Could I have your autograph?" The receptionist pushed a pad of paper towards her and Alicia smiled.

Perhaps manipulation of this would be better done with some sweetness... Good thing I brought two jerseys. Pulling a jersey out of her bag, she signed it with a flourish and handed it to the witch. "Here Corrine. Enjoy. Now, about meeting with one of the suits?"

"Third floor, to your left, big office. Mr. Crossman is waiting for you." The girl pointed and Alicia smirked. That was easy.

Taking the lift to the third floor, Alicia hummed to herself. She was sure that a bit of strong-arming was going to be necessary, but she was willing to do just that, if it meant that Angie's music would get fair play. Her friend had worked too hard and was too talented to be overlooked like she had been. And, of course, there was the added bonus of knowing that it was her skill at... convincing people to do what she liked that made it that way. She smiled, a fire in her eyes like when she was about to enter the pitch.

"Miss Spinnet?" A portly gentleman met her at the door, his round bespectacled face looking nervous. "What can we help you with here at the WWN?"

Alicia didn't answer until she had stalked into his office and sat in the chair across from his desk. "I want to discuss your music choices here at the WWN, Mr. Crossman. My team and I have been listening to the WWN for as long as I can recall, and yet, we have been hearing only the same three bands for the past four years." Alicia leaned forwards, looking at the sweaty little man in front of her. "I would like to know why. Is it because those are the only musicians that are in the wizarding world?" She paused, touching a finger to her cheek and tilting her head as if deep in thought. "Well, that can't be it, for there are more wonderful musicians who play at the Avalon on a nightly basis. In fact, I believe their Friday and Saturday night headliner has tried to get playtime here, and yet, in the five years she's been sending in her music, her music hasn't once been played on the WWN. Now she's been gaining a large following for her music at the Avalon, and I happen to know that she has plenty of original material as well."

The little man spluttered a bit and took a large gulp of the water that was on his desk. Alicia glared and spoke again before he could interrupt with his excuses. "I have come to tell you this. I would like to hear Angelina Johnson's music being played upon your station as of November 1st. That is a Thursday. That night, your most popular host will introduce her music, and myself and Miss Johnson will be listening. If I do not hear her music start playing as of that night, well, I will have to use my considerable clout with my team, and my team with the league to stop supporting your station. How much support do you get from advertising? If word gets out that the Quidditch Teams no longer listen to the Wireless... do you think other people won't follow? And if no one is listening... what is the point of advertising? And suddenly, you're left with no income, and no station." She smirked as the little man wiped his brow.

"I'm not asking you to move mountains, friend. Just add a bit of variety to the music. You have been sent thousands of tapes over the years, and I happen to know you don't throw them out. So dig them out, and set some little underling to sorting them. Start by adding Angie's music... Then add in another band. If you add in a new artist every month, you'll soon have a healthy, well-rounded station, and people will stop muttering about it, the way that they have been. They'll have new fresh sounds, as well as still hearing their favorites from years past. Change is not always to be feared, my good man." With that, she stood, and prepared to leave.

"Miss Spinnet?" Mr Crossman's voice came out as a croak, and Alicia turned to him. "May I have your autograph, for my son? He's at Hogwarts... A Gryffindor... He wants to play Chaser, like you."

Alicia pulled out the second jersey and signed it. "Thank you for your time," she said, handing him the jersey and smirking as she left. I enjoyed that immensely. Mustn't leave it so long without terrorizing people again. This may have made my week. And with that thought, Alicia Apparated to practice, whistling as she went.

{Summary: Alicia gets the perfect gift for a friend, and only has to threaten people a little bit.}