It's not just the more dire interpretation, Poppy. With the formal announcement today, all it'd take is one person in the right department at the Ministry more interested in a quick sale to the gossip rags than their job. Makes one careful.

I'd not put it past Stint at all to be that kind of attentive, when he's got someone in his sights. But I agree that's highly suspicious.

And look: I've cleared off my evening, had a quick chat with cousin Mel (and she suggested a few things to bring with me that might help) and I can come meet you whenever.

Is floo my best choice? The Snowdonia side, the apparition's no problem. I was up and down near every inn and pub in the area, between my own research work and Cadugan's interest in long rambling walks that summer.

What else are friends for?