Oliver Bones

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[ Eleanor and Amelia ]

This may sound a bit odd, but Edgar didn't ever mention having a false leg to either of you, did he?

[ Lottie ]

Hey, kid. I'm sorry to have heard about your friends and I know you must be having a rough time of it right now. However, can I give you some completely unsolicited advice?

[ Boneses ]

So, it seems as if we have some answers to our questions. Amelia, have you heard anything more about the enquiry that you can talk about?

[ DMLE, Boneses, Maebh, Florean, Fenella, Neil, Robbie, Tonkses ]

It's a girl!

She was born at 9:16 this morning and she weighs 7 lbs 10 ounces and is twenty inches long.

Eleanor and the baby our daughter are both healthy and happy. Everything went very well, if veeeeery sloooooowly, so we couldn't be more pleased.

Understandably, Eleanor is exhausted and sleeping, as well she should. So, no visitors until late this afternoon or so, I think, as she would be really upset if people came to see her and she napped through it.

[ Edgar and Charlotte ]

September 1 is tomorrow and I still haven't seen my favourite nephews and niece. (They really need to come up with a collective word for your siblings' children because saying 'nephews and niece' is kind of a pain.) I'm leaving work early today, so I can stop by tonight if you're not too busy backing. Alternately, I could help, but Edgar, you know how bad my folding charms are.

[ Eleanor ]

I've just asked Edgar and Charlotte about seeing the kids tonight, as they'll be leaving for Hogwarts tomorrow. It's strange how quickly the summer has gone by. I feel like we haven't seen any of them.

It was twenty-three years ago tomorrow that I started at Hogwarts. I'm officially old.

[ Boneses ]

Edgar and Charlotte, I know that we're all supposed to be getting together to see the kids before they go off to school tomorrow night. But considering the circumstances, I don't think I'll be able to get away. The DMLE is a madhouse right now, and considering the circumstances, I can't see it getting better before tomorrow night.

You lot can still all get together, of course. I imagine that Eleanor could probably use some company something to do as she's not working and I think I'm right in saying you're bored already, aren't I? If the situation gets better towards the end of the week, I'll make some time to see them before I go off to school. I'm not bothering coordinating schedules with you, Edgar, as I can see you at any old time.

Also, I don't think that you lot really need to be told this, but when the news says to stay out of Tinworth, I mean it. It looks rather like the gates of hell have just broken loose.

[ DMLE ]

In light of recent events, I've put on some coffee rather than tea as I'm exhausted and needed to get up out of my desk. Don't drink too much of it, though, as I think that all of us are jumpy enough as is.

[ Eleanor ]

If you turn on the wireless, you'll hear while I'll probably will come home battered and exhausted tomorrow morning. If you can't sleep, feel free to have someone stay over.

Oi, Yaxley. Why didn't I get a hug yesterday?

I'm turning thirty again and I still haven't finished painting the nursery. Not a good birthday so far.

[ Boneses ]

Edgar, Eleanor wants to tell me to tell you that she's sorry she misled you into casserole.

[ Eleanor ]

I don't want you to think that I didn't see what you wrote about Muggles and purists. I was just busy and it seemed like something that I should take some time to respond to. Sometimes, working in the DMLE, it's easy to get overwhelmed by just stopping the crimes and not the thinking behind it.

Anyway, I think that you're probably right about why the Death Eaters would rather stay quiet than give names. The purists are just a like-thinking mob in a lot of ways, and it's worrying to me that there's apparently something that McTavish and Jugson are more afraid of than Azkaban. When you're up against life with Dementors, the other option has got to be really bad for you to choose that.

I don't know. Does it ever worry you that we're bringing another person into this world?

[ Edgar ]

Can I ask you a question?

I still miss real Saturdays.

[ DMLE, WWN employees, Boneses, McKinnons, Tonkses, Maebh, Ganymede, Florean, probably some other people I'm forgetting, just tell me ]

My very dear wife has decided that, in honour of summertime, we ought to have a get-together. A potluck, actually, in a spirit of sharing and us not having to make all the food. If you'd like to come, you're invited. All have have to do is bring something to share. (On that note, it's probably a good idea to tell us what, so that we don't end up with a dozen different salads or something like that.)

Said pot luck will be occurring this Sunday, otherwise known as July 3rd, and for anyone who somehow doesn't know where we live, we can be found at [apparition coordinates]. That'll take you down the road from the house, because the last time I gave someone Apparition coordinates onto the lawn, they ended up landing on the kitchen table and knocking all the beer off of it. It was a waste of beer and it made a mess. And there's that I'm not sure the wards would let you in any more.

Anyway, let us know.

[ Eleanor ]

There's a surprise for you, in the bathroom. Hopefully, a good surprise.

Also, are we ever going to get around to doing that pot luck thing?

[ Boneses ]

Mother owled today and pointed out that it's been just ages since she's seen all of us at once. She keeps talking about how she's barely seen her grandchildren and they've been out of school for weeks, Edgar, I'm just warning you.

She wants to have all of us over, but you know how coordinating schedules can be. So can you all try and clear some space in your schedules and cross your fingers that the Death Eaters don't choose to cause any world-changing havoc on that day. She says that she's thinking about making Cornish game hens, if that's any sort of a draw. Eleanor have to figure out what our meal schedule is for the next week so it'd be nice to know if we can have a day off scavenging cooking.

Also, Amelia, she asked me if you have any gentleman friends. Considered yourself warned.

Well, it's starting to look less and less that I'm going to have to move to the Isle of Wight to escape giants. Thank Merlin for the small things.

[ Glyn ]

Cadwallader, drinks tonight when we're off the crushing burden of giants for the night?

[ Eleanor ]

They're going south, it seems. Something attracted them to the Tinworth hellmouth. So we don't have to move!

[ DMLE + Obliviators ]

Mixed news on the giants front. The giants are gone, but there's a great deal of damage, and you can imagine what sort of a state the Muggles are in. We certainly need a large team of Obliviators on hand, as many Muggles saw the giants. However, there's the problem of one particular Muggle who has been waving a firearm around, saying he was going to shoot the giants. He has been shouting a lot about how England is over a hellmouth, and that this country is a portal into hell. If I remember correctly, we've had to Obliviate this one before, so we might want to have St Mungo's take a look at him. It's more likely that all of the funny things that have been going on in the country the past year have put him on edge, but it'd probably be best to make sure that there weren't any wizards here as well messing with people's minds. Unfortunately, the Muggle authorities have arrested him for one of their firearms laws, so we have to go through that bureaucratic channel. Wonderful

Other than that, the situation seems to be about as controlled as we can expect under the circumstances. Most of the Muggles are too shaken to be causing much trouble, and I think we have everyone who actually saw what happened. Most of them were just standing out in the streets, believe it or not.

[ Eleanor ]

Hello, dear. Unfortunately, I'm probably not going to be home until late. I realise that this is the second Sunday in a row, but apparently, Death Eaters and dangerous creatures don't believe in taking a day of rest.

[ Fully Trained Aurors and Hitwizards ]

Moody and I have just returned from the call we got in Wiltshire, which was at the home of Magnus and Audra Prewett. Both were deceased in the dining room when we arrived. The room had been disturbed by a duel.

1. Magnus Prewett's legs were crushed by the overturned dinner table, he also sustained an Itching Hex and the Suffocation Curse, and his throat was cut. There were other traces of Dark Magic, so we'll have to see what Mungo's says there.
2. Audra Prewett doesn't have any visible injuries, cause of death is most likely the Killing Curse.
3. The dining room was in a state of disarray, though the rest of the house looks undisturbed. As mentioned, the table was turned over, there was a broken vase, blood splatters that don't seem to belong to either Mr or Mrs Prewett, and and other evidence of spells fired.
4. Based on the four sets of dinnerware and the food that was upturned, the Prewetts were likely dining with two others when they were attacked, though it's currently impossible to say who the two others were.
5. No Dark Mark.
6. Magnus Prewett's wand has been brought in for examination, but Audra Prewett's wasn't in the immediate vicinity and we haven't had the chance to search the rest of the house for it yet.
7. In terms of the victims, both were in their seventies, and pure-bloods. They have three children, twins Gideon and Fabian (in their mid-twenties), who work in the Invisibility Task Force and the Oblivators Office, respectively, and Molly Weasley, who is estranged. They were both active in society and from my memory were known to be thought of as upstanding members of the purist community. They fairly obviously were passionate about purity of blood as they disowned their daughter for marrying Arthur Weasley.

All that said, since we have definite evidence of Dark Magic, this is an Auror case, of course, and so I won't even begin to speculate how all of this can be explained without the presence of the Dark Mark, and without more information on the wands and confirmation on the causes of death from St Mungo's.

[ Amelia ]

I take it you're not working tonight, are you?

[ DMLE ]

One of the Magical Maintenance workers is really losing his mind over these ID card rumours. Specifically, he had a conversation today about what we're going to do if they really do ask us what our favourite jam is. Some people don't have a favourite jam. Like me -- I don't particularly like jam. I mean, it's all right, but really, jam is sort of messy and unnecessary, and when I do want jam, it's usually not a consistent flavour. If you're in the mood for raspberry, then you're in the mood for raspberry, and if you're in the mood for marmalade, you're in the mood for marmalade.

Well, said Magical Maintenance worker was in complete agreement with me. However, instead of, like me, being assured that there's no way the Minister actually cares what his workers' favourite jam flavour is, he was panicking over it. Actually hyperventilating. Is all of this business really that serious? Because I, personally, feel like we have nothing to worry about. Is it really going to be that difficult to carry around a card with our name and basic information on it? If this is even going to actually happen, because this might just be like the time that everyone was completely convinced that they were going to replace the Fountain of Magical Brethren with a fountain depicting Minister Fancourt crying. Remember that?

[ DMLE ]

So, I have a solution to one of our less pressing problems. If any of you are concerned about meeting Yaxley's ugly feet of trousers around ankles, here is what you do. You wear suspenders. Because there isn't any way that wearing suspenders could possibly look any stupider than falling flat on your face in your underthings. Right?

The best thing about Easter being over is that the jellybeans that my wife has been craving are now on sale. The bad thing? If anyone's invented a decent sorting charm for candy, they haven't made it public yet. So I've just sorted five bags of jellybeans because she only wants the pink ones. They taste like fake strawberries. The things you do for love.

Sometimes, you don't need to wait for karma to bite people in the arse. Sometimes, they do all the work for karma.

[ DMLE ]

I think that the Healers have it out for the entirety of the DMLE. They released me but told me I had to come back in this morning, and then I was bribed into taking another day out of the office by the bloke saying, "Well, you can go in today, but you won't be able to work overtime until after you're completely off the pain potions," and then said, "But if you take today off, you'll likely be recovered enough to go back to your regular schedule."

Where I come from, they call that bribery.

But at least I have Burke to bring me my paperwork. This is why we have trainees.