June 4th, 1895 — Auror Training Rooms
God, Emilia hated going to the auror offices.
It always reminded her of when Kit was missing, and she'd come to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement multiple times a week to beg someone to tell her if they knew
anything, beg them to find him, beg them to let her find him, beg them to tell her if he was dead. The floor reminded her of desperation and going home to a house with crying children, of fear and frustration. And for most people here, it was just a workplace.
Her jaw was set in a stubborn line, and if she ran into her son or her husband, they would surely notice. But she made it to the combative magic instruction room without incident. While many of the AITs were mostly working on paperwork and other tasks over the summer, there was still some magic engaged — or so Ned told her.
The instructor was there, just as her supervisor had told her. Emilia unlocked her jaw and ignored the ache.
"Afternoon," she said,
"I've heard that someone accidentally created a small black hole?"