The moment a small child had appeared in the vicinity Morwenna’s mood had gone from mildly irked that she had to contain this marvellous creature to immediately on edge and she took an unconscious step in front of him. Children were unknown entities, especially ones that were curious and she was about to answer him curtly before shooing him away when a vaguely familiar voice spoke and she frowned as she searched for its owner.

“I thank you for the advice Mr Crouch,” Morwenna replied, taking the cup out of the boy’s hand swiftly and pouring it onto the grass. She had grave misgivings over what any whiskey that was named after an occamy might do to the human body and she certainly wasn’t about to trust in a man who, whilst certainly charming, had once told her the tale of how he had accidentally smuggled a monkey into the country.

“We were just going to ask it nicely to vacate the park.”

---

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