"Good day, Lady Adinbury," Ross said cheerfully, "I look forward to hearing from you again." He watched the taffeta-gowned peer depart and, once his office door was shut behind her, raised his eyebrows at Mr. Scamander.

"No need to beg pardon," Ross said, "Ministerial matters always take precedence. I suppose this has to do with the veela?"

If it had to do with werewolves, they had another fucking thing entirely coming.

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