Dumbledore was sitting in his office, wondering what to do next, when a house elf appeared and dropped a package on his desk. Of course he immediately recognised it as the package he'd forgotten on Twillfit's counter.
On top was a note.
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Albus,
Mister Twillfit was nice enough to forward your package you left on his counter.
Now that you have the replacement robes you were sent to purchase, there will now be no need for you to go to the Alley for the foreseeable future.
Headmistress Marchbanks
(NOT Griselda)
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Screwing the note up in his hand, Dumbledore flung it across the room and, with a snarl, fired an Incendio charm at it. He overpowered it.
In so doing he nearly set the other of his two armchairs alight in the process.
However, he did manage to burn the slip of parchment, this time.
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On his return to the Tonkses' home, Sirius sighed in somewhat disappointment at the end of his meeting with Remus. Though the old man did not even know they were there, he had to resort to blocking his 'old friend' from getting the man's attention.
He wasn't yet ready to directly interact with Dumbledore. And was even amazed the old man had not yet tried to get hold of him to use him as some sort of 'cat's paw' or 'stalking horse' against Harry.
However, he was certain of one thing; the old man would definitely try to use Moony that way. As a werewolf, if Dumbledore succeeded in turning him into one or the other, Moony would not be protected by law.
He needed Remus to get those old copies of the Daily Prophet, read them and come to the right conclusion himself. If there was any one in their group other than Lily who could have been a Ravenclaw, it was Moony. If he read those copies of the Prophet he would figure it out for himself.
After raiding Ted's liquor cabinet, he came away with a small glass of muggle whiskey. He dropped into one of the chairs in the lounge, kicked his feet forward and lounged back with the small glass in his off-hand. He needed to figure out what to do next. He needed to think.
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Arthur, still stunned with the news Perkins and he received from Bones, asked for and received permission to 'floo home for lunch and speak with the wife'.
As he popped out of the floo, Molly took one look at who it was and her face fell. "Oh, no, Arthur."
"No, Molly-wobbles," he quickly said. "It's not like that."
Indicating the kitchen he said, "I can only stay for a little while, but I have some rather surprising and outstanding news."
Once in the kitchen and with a plate for lunch before him, Arthur began to speak between mouthfuls of food as he told her what 'Madam Bones' had told him and his partner was to happen to his office.
"So," she said. "You and Cliff have to see to probably at least quadrupling your Office to seven or more people. You have to find the staff to staff it who are all muggleborn or at least muggle-raised, as they need that grounding and understanding of muggle artefacts to properly do that job. And you and Cliff both have to attend the DMLE auror muggle-awareness course - both basic and advanced - within the next three months."
"Yes, Molls," he replied with a nod. "On top of that, once we get the muggleborn staff started, one of the jobs of the new Office will be designing a new set of muggle-awareness courses. One that, according to Madam Bones, will have to include things like living for three days non-stop in a purely muggle home, information on 'vidya' recordings and cameras and things like that.
"Madam Bones is organising for a new 'Muggle Instructor' who will be a muggleborn. That person will be working with Cliff and I to design the new courses and will then be the new instructor for the courses.
"It's all pretty exciting. However, it seems it might just be all too much for Cliff, as he's already said to me he's thinking about retiring. So, that'll be another member of staff I'll need to replace."
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After watching two different movies and somewhat over-indulging in sampling both popcorn and fizzy drink for the first time, Neville was almost bouncing off the walls in a combined excitement and sugar high rush.
He was exuding so much magic from it Harry and Hermione had to rush him out of the media room, lest he cause the electronic equipment to short.
Back up in the dinette Harry was almost giggling at Neville's enhanced 'enthusiasm' for what he'd seen and tasted.
"That was a-maz-ing!" the boy was gushing and speaking overly quick. "Who knew muggles could do that? That was like a stage play and a portrait and a pensieve all rolled into one! Brilliant!
"Neville!" said Hermione. "You need to calm down!"
"How can anyone be calm after watching that... viewing that... doing that... whatever!" he enthusiastically retorted. "Brilliant!"
Hermione turned her glare on Harry and softly said, "His parents are going to kill you."
"It'll burn off soon enough," he tried, speaking just as softly back.
Neville was still practically bouncing off the walls.
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