Richard looked towards Miss Davis with a bit of a bleak look. He enjoyed her bright spark of hope, even after all these years. He would hate to disappoint her, and if he was being honest with himself he felt like he would be. Cases like this weren't likely to be solved, even with the advanced magic that they had. Maybe if the parents were alive, they could use Veritaserum to glean some information. But with only the child and, if he remembered, the older woman, left in the house, they might not be able to find anything.
"I'm sure it's not too important, unless one of your parents or grandparents were Muggles." Richard said, "I personally believe that it was my great-grandmother who was a Muggle, though I may be incorrect." He thought about what else they could do, "Speaking of your siblings, Miss Davis, are they all much older than you? Perhaps they have memories that could be helpful." A long shot, for sure. But once they were in the office, Richard had come to the realization that this entire thing could be a long shot. But he wished for Miss Davis to be happy.
"I'm sure it's not too important, unless one of your parents or grandparents were Muggles." Richard said, "I personally believe that it was my great-grandmother who was a Muggle, though I may be incorrect." He thought about what else they could do, "Speaking of your siblings, Miss Davis, are they all much older than you? Perhaps they have memories that could be helpful." A long shot, for sure. But once they were in the office, Richard had come to the realization that this entire thing could be a long shot. But he wished for Miss Davis to be happy.