“Miss Dempsey, just because everybody else in this thrice-damned village is inadequate you ought not assume I am,” Enoch mumbled disagreeably as he deliberately paid more attention to the trail he was following. It was hardly a well-concealed one, so he needn’t have bothered to be too conscientious, but he was determined to make a good show of himself – the Ministry might have taught him some skills but it was a different teaching entirely that had made him simply superior to most in their society.

Of course it helped that most villains, contrary to popular opinion, were not all criminal masterminds who sat at the centre of a tangled web and actually most of them were just plain fucking thick. Enoch spotted two hurrying, muddy footprints, then a skid of grass and he followed this track directly into the lake where a swan boat was conspicuously empty from a distance but, low and behold, possessed a lump of blanket that appeared to be breathing rapidly.

“See there,” he pointed the ridiculous sight out to her, largely because she was the only person nearby to share it with. “The bitter proof, if ever it was needed, that the world is littered with halfwits.”

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Indecently attractive set by MJ