Being of sound and sensible mind, at least in his own opinion, Enoch had cultivated the opinion that the fog was probably a calamity the Ministry was yet to own up to. Probably the Department of Mysterious Fuck-Ups. Letting women in the Ministry was one thing but to have such an important department run by a woman, even if she had married a Lestrange, didn’t bode well for its smooth running. No doubt Mrs Lestrange – wasn’t she with child too? – had lost her mind as most women were wont to do and had unleashed something she did not understand.

The Ministry would cover it up of course, if only for the sake of Lucius Lestrange, but Enoch refused to be bamboozled.

“I’m sure they’ll survive.” And if they didn’t then at least he would be able to commandeer more of Miss Tweedy’s time. “The two of us will have to keep each other company until then,” he added with a rakish grin. She was a terribly pretty girl after all, even if she was beneath him…albeit not in the way he was increasingly beginning to think about.

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Indecently attractive set by MJ