Arthur sighed. He didn't think he'd been stupid about it, but he also hadn't been adhering to the usual cautions he did to try to avoid the twinges in his knee — which meant there could, he knew, be injuries to the fragile joint. He didn't think Emrys would like hearing that thought, so he swallowed it down.

"Mm — not long," Art said, "Yesterday morning."

  

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Not long at all. That was a stroke of luck. If it had been a gradual buildup over days or weeks or months then it would have been possible that whatever had happened to cause it had gone unnoticed enough that Art had since forgotten about it. If it had happened suddenly two days ago, he almost certainly remembered it. He just hadn't recognized it yet for what it was.

"Alright. Then two days ago, before this happened. Walk me through everything." Two days ago had been New Year's Eve, hadn't it? The timing was a little suspect, but it was possible it was just a coincidence. At any rate nothing had happened to Emrys, or his staff, or anyone else in wizarding Britain that he knew of yet, so it couldn't have just been the date. There had to be some other catalyst.

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Art tilted his head back, exposing his throat to the ceiling, and considered the question. "Breakfast at home," he said, "No work, either — I took my daughter to Diagon Alley because she needed new measurements." Measurements for a child were a funny thing, but Gwen was growing fast, and her grandmother wanted to take the older clothes she had made her back for mending and adjustments. Talking about Gwenog with Emrys was strange; looking at the ceiling made it easier. "We went to Fortescue's, and — a new booth. Changes."

He looked back at Emrys, awareness on his face. Changes implied something.

  

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