Richard had eventually decided on Floo Powder for travel, though the dustiness of most fireplaces would mean their clothes had a little on them, but it would remove the uncomfortable feeling of apparation, and than, before that, asking Miss Davis if she could apparate. No, Floo was easier. When they made their way to the Ministry, he respectfully greeted those he knew, showing Miss Davis the way to his office, than grabbing a piece of parchment and a quill, his previous plans to purchase nearly forgotten

"Alright, Miss Davis. Thank you for coming here, especially on the short notice." Richard gave her a smile, he hadn't seen such an interesting way of discovering a case before, and he was, at least a little, intrigued by the way Miss Davis held onto her hope for so long. He wrote down, "disappearance and missing of Mr. Aubrey Davis, 1878" as the title, assuming that 10 years ago meant 1878, and continued. "You said your brother was at work that day? Was it close to your residence at the time, or did he have to take a carriage or other means?