"I didn't mean it like that," Angie sighed. She would hit the library for some research and she would come up with a plan to keep in her back pocket that she hoped she would never need. "I can't go kidnapping your son, if she's still around," she joked halfheartedly, trying to lighten the mood. "I'll kidnap both of them though, if the need arises." And get them to Trystan Selwyn in the event. Anywhere but in the grip of Lucius Lestrange. Ang knew what he was capable of, but she was capable of a lot too, she'd seen some things in the last ten years on the job and she had far less morals than a lot of people around her would think her capable of.

"And I'll go to the library tomorrow, give me a couple days and then we can see what I've found." Surely there were lots of crackpot theories out there on how to treat melancholy, but Angie would scour through everything she could and bring back her best ideas.