He had received Miss Dempsey's urgent owl at work. That in itself was enough to send him flying into a panic - they weren't exactly pen-pals - but the contents had seen him spend the whole day since tracing the footsteps of one Barney Skeeter. The grave first, then he'd been to the Three Broomsticks and just missed the man. Now after half and hour of scouring Bartonburg he could finally see him up ahead. He looked as though he'd had a long day but any sympathy Konstantin might have felt he had left back at Amelia's grave.

He threw the flowers at Skeeter's feet.

"Stay away," he growled. "You did enough damage to her life, I won't have you sullying her memory."