“I’m sure the Ministry is quite a bit less welcoming with its welcome witches.” Asha assured her. Not that the few times he had been sent to report on a story in the Ministry he had found it in any way welcoming. But the welcome witches were nice, always with an easy smile and directions. “I’m sure they miss you.” He told her, at least he would have had he had to go to the Ministry at this point. “I do hope if I find myself there again our paths cross again.” He told her cheerfully.

Was that a light up ahead? It was gone so quickly that Asha wasn’t sure he imagined it. But it had almost looked like light spilling from a doorway. They must be getting close now. Although to be honest he had no idea why he might believe that. “Did you see that?” A hint of excitement slipped into his tone at the prospect of safely guiding her to a safer location than the middle of high street.