"Always the answer." Eugene chuckled. He knew he wasn't allowed to ask much about whatever it was that went on down in the Department of Mysteries. Even working for the ministry himself, they were often left in the dark to trust that the unspeakables had it under control. And knowing how his sister was one, if not the smartest person he knew, that was probably for the best.

"Let's hope it's quick this time. None of that weeks long fog nonsense." Too many magical disasters. Not only in Hogsmeade; there'd been the hurricane at the Sanditon where here and Tilda had holed up in the cottage through the entirety of it. No, best not to think of that.

"Blegh," he groaned. It was if she'd been reading his mind. "I don't want to talk about that." He would rather discuss the weather; anything other than his broken body and heart. Thankfully he was spared by the entry of the housekeeper with the tea cart. She graciously fixed his tea for him and handed it over before retreating to the kitchen. "Have you been to see Helga and the babes?" There that was easier too.