28 March, 1894 — Ministry of Magic Meeting Room

"Thank you for your patience, Miss —" Ezra glanced down at his notes to check her name. There were four of them who might as well have been interchangeable as far as he was concerned, but he'd written the names down at the modiste and was starting to get his bearings. Broadmoor was the one who claimed to be related to the auror of his acquaintance (a claim he had as yet not been able to verify). One of them had given her name as Dempsey, and he remembered that one had dark hair — possibly related to the Minister, though that was currently unverified, too. He'd just spoken with Miss Daphnel a second ago, so that made this one...

"...Hunniford," he concluded, hoping his notes were accurate and that he'd read them correctly. Sometimes his handwriting while taking notes on the go could be a bit dodgy. "You can take a seat. I'll try to make this brief, so that we can get straight to the business of putting things back to rights," he said, with what he hoped was a reassuring smile. They were in one of the miscellaneous meeting rooms at the Ministry, since he obviously couldn't take her down to where he actually worked, and he had his notes from the site of the incident and one of the other statements laid out neatly in front of him, next to a blank sheet of parchment where he intended to fill in her details. He wet his quill. "Who were you with today at the modiste?"

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