It was true that hope was all there was at the moment. Neither of them could really go track down a rogue portkey on their own. She just had to believe the Ministry was doing its job and would bring her friend home as soon as possible.

Knowing the contents of the memos (for the most part) with the farmed JP Malou had to smile. “We shall have to hope they start arriving again soon then.” She offered. Mr. Hatchitt seemed like the type of man she would wish for Fallon, especially with the worry she could see echoed on his face.

“I’m glad. Knowing how hard Fallon works I have faith they will be able to find her.” Malou agreed, it had been the reason she had reported Fallon missing in the first place. “But it doesn’t lessen the worry. Fallon’s my closest friend, I’ve known her since our first year, it’s the strangest thing not to have her near.” Not to have anyone near. Malou had never lived on her own before nor did she ever wish to again.