Even before she had been struck with the curse of lycanthropy the prison cells in the Ministry of Magic had never exactly been Morwenna’s favourite place in the world. The air of fear and desperation was something she felt deep in her soul and in her many decades with the department she had done her best to avoid visiting the cells whenever the opportunity for other tasks presented itself.

Being the head of the department meant there was no reason for her to take such a job upon herself – and truthfully the job was one entirely of her own making – but whenever she heard about the plight 0f werewolves or vampires she found herself compelled to make sure they were being treated well. Which was, admittedly, not an altogether unsuspicious of her but no one had questioned her yet…

“Good god you’re young,” she said with displeased surprised.

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