Well, she had wanted reassurance, and she considered that Frederick's answer was - well, close enough to that. It didn't quite assuage her doubts: personally, she thought the fog having the inexplicable power to inhibit magic definitely seemed further along the spectrum to sinister than just inconvenient... But she had always been a worrier, so it was her own fault for seeing it that way. Frederick likely did know better than her. "You're probably right," she said, forcing out a wide smile to convince herself that he'd convinced her, or at least so as not to deserve another tsk from him.
He agreed that it wouldn't last forever, at any rate, which was good. The fog ought not to stop owls flying to and fro, besides, so she could check up on Cassie and Meer until it did. (Even in the moment of making that resolution, Sarah was not unaware that both of her sisters were sane enough to probably find that bothersome. Still. The thought made her feel a little better, regardless.)
Even with the Ministry involved, Sarah supposed she would hear very little of their progress in the matter from her marginal place in the Atrium. "Do you think they'll have you writing about it at all? Or send you over there?" She asked, a little more mildly, of the Prophet. It was arguably more than ordinary weather, so may not be his domain - and Frederick did usually spend most of his time in the news offices - but the fog had seemed the major topic on people's lips even yesterday, before they'd made any announcement about magic being affected, so who knew.
He agreed that it wouldn't last forever, at any rate, which was good. The fog ought not to stop owls flying to and fro, besides, so she could check up on Cassie and Meer until it did. (Even in the moment of making that resolution, Sarah was not unaware that both of her sisters were sane enough to probably find that bothersome. Still. The thought made her feel a little better, regardless.)
Even with the Ministry involved, Sarah supposed she would hear very little of their progress in the matter from her marginal place in the Atrium. "Do you think they'll have you writing about it at all? Or send you over there?" She asked, a little more mildly, of the Prophet. It was arguably more than ordinary weather, so may not be his domain - and Frederick did usually spend most of his time in the news offices - but the fog had seemed the major topic on people's lips even yesterday, before they'd made any announcement about magic being affected, so who knew.
