Miss Jones was right; things were notably and nationally quiet, in this weird little gap between Christmas and New Year's. As long as Hogwarts students didn't have a pick up game of Quidditch gone wrong, Miss Jones could get away with wasting a little time.

He hadn't expected her question, and his eyebrows quirked up. A beat passed before Arthur answered, "Just feeling a little ill. Nothing to worry about, Miss Jones." It was dishonest, but what was he supposed to say?

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