The days when a summons to the Minister’s office had been a thrilling treat were long behind Morwenna. It wasn’t that she didn’t appreciate being in the, well…the only thing to call it really was the inner circle she supposed, but given their relative lots in life she didn’t think either she or the Minister were really the sort to belong to any kind of circle. No, she very much enjoyed being one of the people the Minister felt he could call upon, and his recent inclusion of her in the Wizengamot only heightened that feeling, but being here now inevitably meant that something had gone spectacularly tits up.

“Quite.” She drawled dryly in reply, nonplussed by the language, as she finished scanning her eyes over the paper she had already read thoroughly. “This bloody fog,” she grizzled, slapping the paper on the table. “Ideally I’d send out the capture unit and ask for the hit wizards to assist but I can’t see what they can do other than throw their boots at suspected vampires. Perhaps the goblins have some swords they could borrow for the time being?”

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MJ knows my soul rings to the rune of this iconic hat