The part of Morwenna that had been apprehensive still relaxed a little at the mention of not recalling what happened when one was transformed. If it were a trick a disorganised liar – she had no reason to suspect Mr Abernathy’s general appearance was a subterfuge after all! – would likely forget such a detail. But he had not and she leaned onto the table eagerly.

“I expect that’s for the best,” she said emphatically. “In close quarters at least. I’ve had my fair share of trouble with packs in the last year so we must have some instinct for organisation buried deep down,” she added with a wry smirk.

  

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

"The Glasgow thing?" Kieran asked, quirking his eyebrows upwards at her, "I always thought that was weird. It seemed planned." Who would knowingly position themselves near a town that was composed almost entirely of muggles?

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“I thought so too, but at the time…” Her former superior had not shared the opinion and her desire to investigate further had been quashed quite soundly. She had tried but resources were what they were and it was hardly as though she could go out into the field during the next full moon to track them down with the werewolf capture unit.

“Well, hopefully things will be very different in the department from now on,” she smiled dryly. “And that’s a direct quote for the Prophet.”

  

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