Knowing better than to dawdle, and disinclined to waste a second of her uncles patience or attention.  Nel stepped through the fireplace into her Uncles home, taking only a second to run a hand over her hair and skirts - a habit from a lifetime of feeling like the little girl being led into the drawing room when in his presence.  Her mother would be her second notification, but for the moment she needed Uncle Lucius, his cooler head and pragmatic leadership, not to mention his connections would make whatever course of action they settled upon all the more effective.

'The Nanny,' she spat out, 'They were in the park and the nanny says she just turned around and Agape was gone!' Nel's voice quavered with the threat of tears that she managed to reign back, a mixture of anger and adrenaline supporting her for the moment.  'Priam is questioning her in his study,', she had never seen him so angry, her normally rather mild mannered, academic, husband was all fury and flashing eyes.  She did not want to think her husband capable of the killing curse - but if harm came to her daughter she might be inclined to the spell herself!

She took a deep breath, that helped to steady her and helped her feet feel a little more rooted to the ground.  'The woman is near insensible! I believe her incompetent but she is not the culprit.' incompetence may not be enough to protect her from Nel's wrath when this was all done. 

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