The woman who came to the door was... decidedly not a servant, but she certainly wasn't Arthur Pettigrew, either. Bella closed her open mouth and tried to offer a smile. but it was far from genuine and the woman's timid appearance did nothing to soothe her own nerves.

"I hope- This is the Pettigrew residence, is it not?" she asked, rocking awkwardly on her feet. "I'm looking for- well, a... finger?" After a pause, she clarified: "Arthur Pettigrew has my finger and I need it." Bella sheepishly raised her left hand to show that one her fingers — the middle one, in fact — was gone.

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