"Ah, understood", Arven replied, ruffling his hair as if to ruffle up his brain a bit as well. There was so much going on in their lives, one thing could be misunderstood for another, and some things could be forgotten altogether. It was good, at least, to know that Somersby was safe and sound. Well, until the next mishap...

"You know, Freddie, I'm probably being alarmingly naive here, but — if you're discontent with the Ministry, have you thought of speaking with cousin Roslyn?" In other words, the wife of the Minister for Magic himself. Arven was far from a political mastermind, but family connections were something... weren't they?